Hamlin, I’m black, so I know the feeling of fear and apprehension those flashing lights can engender. I grew up overhearing stories of abusive stops and intimidation tactics experienced by the black men in my family and friendship circles. Back in the sixties and early seventies, a lot of families in my neck of the woods (and in much of America, frankly) had only one car that was primarily driven by the dad, so the men were far more likely to be the ones pulled by police. I distinctly remember my Dad, uncles, and their friends talking about what to do to avoid getting shot. First: hang both hands outside the open window of the driver’s side door, so that the possibly trigger-happy can see them at all times. Second: keep your cool no matter what, because chances were very good that one of them (though this was more true of the County Mounty than the State Strooper) would use the opportunity to throw his weight around, as well as to call you “boy” (or worse). Third: always have your driver’s license and registration up-you-date and within easy reach. Fourth: as much as possible, make sure your state inspection sticker is current, and all your lights work. I also remember over-hearing my Dad giving my newly licensed 16yr. old younger brother “the talk” about how to behave during traffic stops. By then, the advice as to what to do with the hands had shifted to placing them on the top of the steering wheel and leaving them there, instead of hanging them outside the window. (Some white denizens of CC have reported advising their children to do the same when stopped by police. It’s good advice. period.).
With the exception of surprise roadblocks to check for drunk driving and other violations, I’ve personally been stopped fewer than than about 8-10 times throughout my driving history (I’m a woman, BTW). The first few times, I was scared spitless. But, truthfully, I’ve never been treated less than professionally by the law enforcement I’ve encountered (which is not something all the males in my family can say).
In the wake of recent high profile stories of police abuse caught on camera, I took the opportunity to question my brother-in-law about his experiences with law enforcement, and whether he ever felt he’d been targeted as a black male. My sister’s husband is a tall, athletic, dark-skinned man. He is a Marine Corp US Naval Academy graduate, and is one of the most focused, personable, self-disciplined, and career driven people I’ve ever met. We often joke that he has a big S (for “Superman”) secretly stamped on his chest. ;)) Currenty, he’s a top performing regional manager for a major bio-pharmaceutical company.
He’s never been one to do much in the way of complaining about anything, so I had never recalled hearing him say anything about his own experiences as a black man behind the wheel. When I asked him if he’s ever experienced DWB, he swiftly answered, “Oh yeah, plenty of times, but not really much in recent years.” Back in the early 90’s, not long after he graduated from the Naval Academy, he drove a red Mazda sports car, and he used to get pulled over all the time, often, he said, for BS reasons (though admittedly, once or twice for speeding, too :> ). The first question he was almost always asked after handing over his papers was, “Does this car belong to you?” North Carolina cops were the ones most likely to actually call him, “boy”. He said he just resolved to keep his cool no matter what, and come out of each encounter healthy and free of bullet holes. He was always courteous, and addressed the police officer as “officer”, even the ones whom he knew to be profiling him. My BIL is one of the most cool-headed, and unflappable people I know, kind of like President Obama. He said he will never give people the pleasure of labeling him as “an angry black man”, and indeed, I’ve never actually seen him angry. Annoyed a couple of times, sure. But never angry.
BIL was scouted by the FBI not long after graduating from The Acacdemy, and he and my sis know, and have among their friends, people in varying positions of law enforcement, including State Police, FBI and Secret Service. They’ve both heard a lot of stories, but one that made my sister sit up and take notice was when one of their police acquaintances bragged that he can always find “something” for which to pull a motorist over, no matter how small. Basically, the guy gave off a air of being proud of his ability to flex his muscle for no particularly justifiable reason. 8-|
And this was a black cop.
So yeah, I hardly reside in the land of unicorns and butterflies where My Little Pony farts in rainbow colors. I know the stats, and my own Eagle Scout son has had in his 24 years, more than his fair share of walking-while-black encounters with law enforcement (though, interestingly enough, has seldom been pulled over while driving), and being stopped and patted down for weapons, while being accused of crimes he’s never committed. He’s been given “the talk”, and knows how much his life means to his parents, which is why he tries his best to remain safe in ALL situations. It’s instances which show how terribly quickly things can go badly that scare me. It’s taxing enough having to fear the civilian criminal element. As law abiding citizens, we should not have to fear law enforcement as well.