I don't even want to deal with them. I'm the first responder at my work for any alarms. I have to meet the police sometimes at 3am on a Sunday/Monday. Everytime in my head I say "This guy could kill me. Say I went for his gun. Plant some drugs in my car and find a mean looking picture on my facebook" and not a single fuck would be given around the country.
My father a retired Vietnam veteran with a purple heart among several other medals, twice when i was a kid he called them and both times he was treated like a villian with guns drawn. Once the officer actually put the gun to his chest. He's like "I called you fuckers". My dad's 5'9 and not imposing at all.
Yeah, it's fucking traumatizing. We shouldn't be afraid to call on the people sworn to protect us. It's insane. The biggest problem we face in this country is lack of empathy.
It's like, the train of thought of many people in this country goes something like this:
"News: A 22 year old man was shot to death while standing at a bus stop.
Non-minority: Wow, that's awful, such a shame.
News: The victim, 22 year old Dafron Brown, a black college student from Queens...
Non-minority: Black? It was probably gang related. He must have been a drug dealer. What was he doing on that bus stop anyway?"
It's like, a switch gets turned off when the victim is black. It then becomes a game of justifying why this black person is dead, and then comes the character assassination and the "he was no angel," as if that justifies why police are so fucking trigger happy. The whole point is that cops shouldn't be allowed to just shoot people to death. Period. It's one thing if they are legitimately in a situation where the suspect is actively trying to cause them bodily harm, but so many times have we learned, after the fact, that the suspect was unarmed, or that the suspect was facing the other direction, or fleeing, or just sitting in their car, yet they end up dead. It's disgusting and frustrating and terrifying.
Comply: BLAM. Four shots to the chest.
Flee: BLAM. Four shots to the back.
Mouth off: BLAM, Four shots to the chest.
Have a concealed weapons permit: BLAM. Four shots to the chest.
What recourse to minorities have?! We've been shot lying facedown on the ground, hands behind our head. We've been shot sitting in cars. We've been shot to death for complying. We've been shot to death for running away or being apprehensive about interacting with police. What can we possibly do against that? Nothing seems to keep us from being killed by police, and then the police pull the tried and true, "I feared for my life," or "He was coming right at me!"
I'm a short, light skinned black guy. That hasn't stopped me from being racially profiled by police, and called "nigger." It doesn't stop people from following me around the store, or clutching their purses a little tighter to their chest. It doesn't stop people from giving me and my wife dirty looks or whisper behind our backs because we're an interracial couple. I just want to live my life in peace like everybody else does, but this country is hell bent on treating me and my people like wild animals that need to be put down at the slightest provocation.
Bravo, America, your dehumanization of blacks is almost complete. I'm already preparing for "Black Hunting Season," to become an official thing. It already is as far as the police department is concerned. I'm not generally a cynical guy, but the past 10 years or so has really dampened my mood when it comes to race relations in this country.
