Last year, my roommate and I were out driving around in the middle of the day. Like, mid afternoon. We were listening to some music, just minding our own business. My friend got pulled over for DWB. He searched the car and found nothing. He let us go. Our crime? Black driver + rap music.
When I was 12, I had a knife pulled on me and the guy told me he was going to stab me. This was at school, mind you. When the cops came to take my statement, etc, they turned it around on me. They accused me of bringing the knife to school, demanded to see where I put the knife, accused me of threatening another student, and tried to pin the whole thing on me. They told me I was going to go to jail and probably be expelled from school unless I confessed. I was 12 and scared ****less. Fortunately, there were several witnesses and there stories all matched mine. And the guy who threatened to stab me; they later told me his story was that he was joking around and didn't actually mean he was going to stab me. The cops harassed me for a good hour, which may not seem like long, but for a 12 year old.... it seemed like an eternity.
I've had another run in with the cops before, but I was 17 at that time... and I learned my lesson from the previous encounter. I told them my story, told them who could verify my story. They once again tried the same B.S., and I simply told them to stick to the facts; and unless they could produce some tangible evidence, I wasn't commenting on anything more. Since I was a minor, I also told them I was done speaking until they brought my parents in. Needless to say, this time went a lot smoother.
The first situation, I was a victim. The second situation, I was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time.
And pigs wonder why they get shot at sometimes? Or disrespected? Some of them have it coming.
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