So I'm was on my way to to park, as I do every afternoon, to take Cookie to meet and play with her friends. I see a cop car driving in the opposite direction when I am turning on to the street the park is on. I wasn't paying on mind but then I noticed the car behind me is really close. Then I realize it's the cop car. I look down at my speedometer and see I am doing 48 in a 45 so I slow down to about 41 just to be safe. He kicks back and stops riding my bumper. I turn at the park, slipping into a spot and wave at our friends at the basketball court. She points that she is going over to the jungle gym so I drive over to a closer parking spot. I see that at the entrance of the park the cop is still there watching me. I know that he is watching me because the huge ass park is completely empty except for me, Cookie and Jackie and Anthony. Since he didn't follow them to the park I will assume he is keeping watch on me.
As Cookie and I exit our car he backs out and drives away.
Yeah, I am so dangerous in my 95 Toyota Corolla, filled with toys and shoes in the backseat and a six year old in tow. And besides the fact that I am a itty bitty chick that can barely see over the wheel.
What the hell was he following me for? Is is so safe that they have to create criminals out of suburban (that's right, I'm suburban now) black folk? Kiss my ass.
If I was some
blanca barbie blond driving my same car he would have never even blinked. I should be used to it by now, right? At a store I've been told to "check my bag" which is obviously a purse while some hasidic jewish lady walks past with a "purse" large enough to carry out a full sized ham. I even got yelled at in the Family Dollar once because Cookie, who was three at the time, didn't want to check her purse that was filled with her baby and it's things. The manager was uber white and a complete idiot. Not only did he see me like twice a week buying toys for my kid but I bought at least twenty dollars of Family Dollar crap each time. But yet I'm going to steal a dollar toy?
I've even be asked to leave at a lingerie shop because I was "taking too long". Oh and I was young and black while shopping. I felt like doing a Pretty Woman and coming back with bags and bags and shite saying,
You people work on commission, right? Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now. So today I say, FUCK THE PO-PO! Screw your racial profiling... Kiss my sweet ass.
Thank You and Goodnight.
Oh and here's what Wanda Sykes said about it in her book
Yeah I Said It:
We are all guilty of profiling. If you see a white man running, you think, He must be late for a meeting or something. Hey out of his way. When you see a black man running, you think, Who's he running from? What did he do? I'm calling the cops. Hey, somebody stop his black ass.
When I go into a store, I don't even chew gum 'cause I'm scared they're gonna think I took it.
Manager: What's in your mouth?
Me: Bubble Yum.
Manager: We sell Bubble Yum. Officer!
I've left stuff and told Cookie to leave dollar store cheap shite in the car even when we are going to a "fancy" store because I don't want to be accused of stealing.