meanwhile out in Westmoreland country I was legit in several foot chases with the cops (jumping fences, the whole nine) and never once worried about anything beyond my parents getting mad at me. I had a cop come talk to me once because I was pointing a bb gun without the orange cap at the road, including at the cop as he pulled up. We were just dumb kids playing, but still.
So we found the similarities the other day, now we see the differences in our worlds.
Ya, our worlds definitely diverged in our youth.
I was always afraid and worried they would f*** me up.
My last two instances before I moved away to college/Canada were microcosms of what I dealt with...
- in the one instance, I was pulled over for being out too late coming back from a pick up game... meanwhile I was over 18 and not under curfew laws....
The cop called in back up and even though it was 1 am, tough guy had his shades on.
Then he asked what gang we were affiliated with.. and asked my friend if his Suomi jersey were has ‘colors’.
I had the gall to explain it was a hockey jersey and was promptly threatened...
My bro diffused the situation and we were sent on our way with a warning to go home or get arrested if we were see again.
- The next incident, I dropped a friend off late at night and when I turned off his street a cop car followed me all the way home (big fun).
The cop, who was black, blocked me in my parents driveway and asked me to raise my hands and explain why I was a white kid in this neighborhood at night (insinuating I was buying drugs).
I said I lived there and accused him of being a racist.
I won’t get into the rest of the exchange, but I thought for sure he was going to go after me until my dad came outside.