I am not white.
There I said it.
And really I shouldn't have to.
You see, race shouldn't matter as much as it does in this country and I think that is a serious problem. Especially after last weeks shooting in Ferguson. This case has stirred up some familiar feelings towards racial tension in America that really must be addressed by our nations leaders.
But it also got me thinking. And I've come to the conclusion that I am afraid of the people who swore to protect me.
Last year I had a run in with the cops, and it plays out like a bad joke.
It goes a little something like this.....
I'm walking home with some buddies from a bar one night. The air was crisp and we were broke, so we skipped out on the cab and decided to walk home. It was me, a latino male, and 3 friends (who I will not refer by name but lets call them Jon, Jay, and Jane). Jon is of arab decent and Jay is half Indian Half African. Jane is Irish. But that will come into play later. The college we were attempting to get back to was a little less than a mile away and we had done it before during the day so we thought to ourselves it would be a relaxing night stroll. We didn't know that that was far from the truth.
We finally get to the college when we realize that Jane cannot get into the college (this is because even though Jon Jay and I all had our IDs she was just visiting us and we had forgotten to get her a visitors pass.) so we decide that we would all walk a block up and walk through the shrubbery in the front of the college because it wasn't guarded. Again this is something that we had done countless times before.
On our way up the road we are startled by a sudden police siren pulling to a stop beside us. Immediately two officers rush out of their cruisers with their hands placed on their guns. They rush towards and and command us to stop and not to make any sudden movements. One officer stays behind us and orders us not to turn around while the other makes his way to the front of Jon, Jay, Jane, and I. He tells us that that they were following up on a car that was stolen and then abandoned. The officer crudely explained that they were looking for a suspect on foot. He then asked us for our IDs so that he could run them.
So far this all made sense to me. They must have saw some young (probably a little drunk) adults out after midnight so of course he had to check and of course he wants to see our IDs. Everything felt right until Jon reached into his pocket.
The officer immediate jumped back and told him to put his hands to his sides were he could "Fucking see them". This was startling to all of us. It didn't seem to make sense. I mean, of course we had to put our hands in our pockets in order to retrieve our IDs. But this officer was focused on Jon. The officer angrily told him to fucking pull it out slowly or else he would put his ass down.
Jon is a 5 ft 6 middle eastern man.
After the officer had collected our wallets he asked us what we were doing out so late.
I thought I should respond seeing as he was clearly angry for some reason with Jon. I started to tell him that we were just walking back to our college dorms after a night out.
He wouldn't have any of that.
The officer stopped me after two words and asked me if he was fucking talking to me. He with his hand firmly clasping the handle of his gun walked over to Jon and asked him the question. Jon answered, very calmly. It was clear that he was terrified of the situation that was quickly descending into insanity.
Then the cop turned to Jay and asked him "Why are you looking at me Boy? Stop fucking looking at me you piece of shit. All of you." He turned to Jon and I. Obviously drunk off of the fear that was so obviously coming out of us.
He then looked at Jon and said "Well? Why the FUCK are you looking at me?"
I remember being able to tell how nervous Jon was. Despite his small stature he was a man who carried himself high and strong. But now, his eyes were struggling to find focus, not knowing whether to look up or down or left or right. "My father taught me to look at someone in the eyes when I talk to someone" came out of Jon's mouth nervously.
"What the fuck did you say?" the officer said talking a step towards him and placing his hand on his shoulder. "Are you giving me attitude motherfucker?" Jon's eyes darted down towards his feet. "Are you looking at my piece? Huh motherfucker? You wanna grab my piece?" The officer tightened his grip on his side arm, while simentanously tightening his grip on Jon.
I felt like the question lingered in the air forever. Every time Jon would say no sir, the officer would ask him to speak up. That is until Jane, demanded the officer stop. He took a look at her, thinking it over in his mind for a second. Then ordered the second officer with our IDs to give them back to us. With our IDs returned they silently left. As the cruiser left the curb we all finally let out a breath.
Still shaking we all stood there in silence. Jon with his head held low, his shoulders slumped. Humiliated.
That was the worst part. These officers decided to instead of just run our IDs, to humiliate us. All three of us. He belittled us and threatened us and made each of us scared for our lives.
It was only after Jane spoke up did the officer leave us be.
Now, I am in no way against Police Officers. They are an essential part of our lifestyle. But what I am against is racial profiling, (so obviously a factor in this case) and abuse of power. Talking to these friends of mine again, they all still remember how defenseless we were. How we felt as if he could just shoot us. Leave three minorities dead and play it off as if it where our faults. He attempted to get even the smallest hint of anger or aggression. Any excuse to shoot us. I honestly believe that.
No one was there for us then. We were alone, we were stripped of our pride, and if Jane wasn't there, I don't think that we would have made it out un-scratched.
How would we have been remembered? Would the media have presented us as a group of angry men of color, grouping us into our special racially constructed stereotypes, the Latino, The Arab and The Black man, Who were looking for trouble when a brave police men stopped us? Or would we have been depicted as Jon, an Engineer major who was looking into transfer to the University of Colombia, and was just spending his birthday with his long time girlfriend Jane; A man who was kind and peaceful. Who loved sports and math. Or Jay, a Bio-Chem major who loved clothes and cars and traveling, a man who was bullied through high school but still managed to stay positive and fun loving. Or me, an English Education major who just loved to take pictures and write, who just wanted to grow up and teach inner city children.
Police violence and corruption has been on a rise lately and for the people of Ferguson, this wasn't just a matter of what happened to 19 year old Michael Brown. This is what racial tension looks like, It is hear and it is ugly, but it is the truth.
And if Officers of the Law can't protect Citizens of The United States from racial violence, if THEY are the ones who are becoming well known for PARTAKING in it, then who will protect us from them?