Story Time!
When I got my driver's license I was given the talk by my uncle about being pulled over and interacting with police while being a black male. To me it was a big "ooh whatever" moment at the time. But, being 28 now and having this infatuation with luxo-barges have gotten me to reflect on the talk. I've been pulled over and asked, "who car is this" before license and registration plenty of times.
One time, I got pulled over (was never told why) while driving said uncle new Mercedes, go figure ay . I was 19 and we were driving all his cars to his new house. He let me drive it because it was the slowest (the rest being a brand new 997 and modded fox bodies). The cop was immediately up my ass as if I was a car thief asking me questions I really couldn't answer fast enough. He got my license, military ID, and my uncles registration and immediately called for back up. By then I was E36 M3ting myself because this was the first time I've been pulled over. He asked me to get out the car which I did. Sat me his patrol car and searched the car. I told them to call my uncle and that he's an attorney. One officer who was the backup was pretty chill gave me my phone (yeah they took it) and told me to call him. When I called, my uncle told me "dont say anything. I'm on my way". He showed up in less than 10mins. And asked the cops why his car is on the side of the road. They talked for a few minutes and let me go. I was so relieved I was sure I was going to jail. Funny thing is, thinking back on it now. The area we were in, Falls Church Virginia, is full of young kids driving highend cars. The average teenager drove a newish 3 series or e class. I know because I knew people from there who drove hummers and Porsche boxsters in highschool. I don't like to be that guy to pull the race card BUT I was the only kid who wasn't white, asian, or indian driving a nice car that day in that neighborhood.
Then, there's the time I got stopped while going for a run in my neighborhood after dark. Something I always do as well as many of my neighbors. It's southern California after all! Cop drove past me then turned around and shined a big ass light in my face and told me to stop.
Cop: where you going
Me: for a run
Cop: this late? Hmmm
Me: well it's only 8 and this is a really nice and safe neighborhood
Cop: exactly. Where do you live?
Me: About half mile yup this hill on Ryder Way.
Cop: really? Who you live with?
Me: my wife, kid, and dog. Why?
Him: that's it huh? Do you have some ID?
Me: yeah i do. Can I reach for my ID in my left arm strap now?
Cop: go ahead get it.
I handed him my drivers license .
Cop: it says Virginia what you doing way out here.
Me: I live here. Being active duty military I can keep my license in my home state of record
Cop: where's your military ID?
Me: at home, my reflective running shorts don't have pockets that's why I have this arm strap with my phone and ID in it.
Cop: I see let me run your information for warrants don't move.
He gets in his car and sits there for it seems like 10 min. Comes back.
Cop: nothing came up it seems
Me: i know, why did you stop me though?
Cop: I just thought it seemed out of place seeing you out running at this hour.
Me: Sir it's 8pm and 75 degrees out. Two different runners just ran by us twice just now. Am I free to go?
Cop: Yeah have a nice night.
This whole time that damn spot light stayed in my face. And cop had this shiny happy person look and sarcastic inflection in his voice. I can see if I was running with a tv in my hands!
I have plenty of stories like this unfortunately. Luckily, as some of my co-workers would say, I don't act black because I'm "a good black guy with a job and can speak well". Love hearing that.