About 5 years ago I was pulled over by an unmarked police car while driving home from Bham - I was in the middle of nowhere with no place to pull over with people around. Completely empty highway. I knew I had been speeding slightly. I had my young son in the back seat. And so I slowed way down and put on my blinker but kept driving and waiting for a public place before I could pull over. I was a little frightened. After a few minutes he sped up, swerved around to the front of me and slammed on his brakes with his car blocking the road sideways. I threw on my brakes to stop quickly. And by then I was truly scared that this was NOT a police officer.
Luckily it was just a police officer. A young guy who was actually very nice to me, especially after I screamed and gave him a piece of my mind for scaring me to death and forcing me to stop in the middle of nowhere - AND almost causing me to wreck - all with a small child in the car. I didn't cuss him out but I did yell - my adreneline was out of control, and I as just mad as hell at him for putting me in this position. I got a speeding ticket. But I also had my say. Don't mess with a menopausal Italian mama... I should have contested the ticket and reported this incident but didn't want to have to drive out to east bumble to court.
I've thought of this incident lately. What if I was a black mama with the wrong police officer - there are bad officers out there but I have no idea how many. What might have happened to me in my car on a lonely southern road? I don't know. I suppose I would have been ok as long as I quietly complied.
I still have to wonder. What if? I was petrified that day. Until I realized that the officer was really sweet. I was so lucky. Another officer could have carted me off to jail for screaming at him. OH DEAR BABY JESUS, that would have been quite the story and I'm glad I'm not telling that version.
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Luckily it was just a police officer. A young guy who was actually very nice to me, especially after I screamed and gave him a piece of my mind for scaring me to death and forcing me to stop in the middle of nowhere - AND almost causing me to wreck - all with a small child in the car. I didn't cuss him out but I did yell - my adreneline was out of control, and I as just mad as hell at him for putting me in this position. I got a speeding ticket. But I also had my say. Don't mess with a menopausal Italian mama... I should have contested the ticket and reported this incident but didn't want to have to drive out to east bumble to court.
I've thought of this incident lately. What if I was a black mama with the wrong police officer - there are bad officers out there but I have no idea how many. What might have happened to me in my car on a lonely southern road? I don't know. I suppose I would have been ok as long as I quietly complied.
I still have to wonder. What if? I was petrified that day. Until I realized that the officer was really sweet. I was so lucky. Another officer could have carted me off to jail for screaming at him. OH DEAR BABY JESUS, that would have been quite the story and I'm glad I'm not telling that version.
#WPP White People Problems
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myself being pulled over, driving late at night through downtown Houston. It is scary for ANYONE! Running compounds the problem for ANYONE!