I have come to find out. I have nineteen years of life, and I have experienced a vast amount of racism. It is much subtler and …show more content…
I can recall one day I was 15 and I was leaving a Lindenwold football camp. As ironic as it is looking back at it that night finished off horribly. A friend and I who was 17 at the time got pulled over head back home. As soon as we pulled to the side of the road, my heart began to race and pound. This was my first encounter with a cop without a legal adult with me over the age of eighteen. The cop came to the car and told us what we did wrong. Apparently, my friend ran a stop sign that night. The cop questioned us about where we are going and what we are doing in the area now of night. I understand the officer had the right to ask what we were doing, but his body language told me there was more to itched had spoken to us in a tone most unfriendly, and it made me nervous. He questioned my friend about what he had been doing and asked if he had any criminal background. After he was done with him, he shined his flashlight all in my face. His statement to me was rather insulting once you dig deep into it. He said, “so how many warrants do you have? The police officer automatically assumed that I had a criminal background just from looking at me. This moment made me realize how I was viewed in society. For many African-Americans are guilty until proven innocent in the eyes of law …show more content…
This young man never will be able to grow up and become a father and give back to anyone. The officer in question claimed he feared for his life. The report said he robbed a clerk at a store for a cigarette. However, it is very clear that the cop was trigger happy during the altercation. I hate when I hear cops say they fear for their lives, because as an officer, I would expect from you be trained and ready for anything. An officer is supposed to protect and serve and I couldn 't tell after Michael Brown’s death. The Saint Louis area was a disaster after the Michael Brown death. I couldn’t go anywhere and feel safe. Schools were closed, stores broken into, and buildings set on fire. I remembered seeing multiple white people during this time and I often got dirty looks. I was out in West County at the mall and I got into an elevator with a white woman. She looked me up and down and looked rather scared. She held on to her purse as if I were going to take it. People just don’t realize it is rather hurtful to be treated this way. People see me and their first impression often is that I am a thug. The sad thing is that this is everyday life for