So, originally, I was going to talk about Jay-Z‘s new album today. However; I just need to get this story off of my chest, man. Now, don’t worry, good people. I’ll be back on Wednesday to speak about the virtues of 4:44. In any case, for today, I’d like to talk about my recent run-in with the New York Police Department. Needless to say, the entire situation was uncalled for and unnecessary. All in all, I truly don’t understand why cops find so much joy in being complete assholes.
Now, the situation began while I was driving home. I happened to be a few blocks away from my apartment on Morris Avenue in the Bronx. Side note, for anyone who’s unfamiliar with this part of the world, although Morris is a two-way street, it only has one lane on each side. Anyway, I was driving behind this black car and the vehicle just stopped in the middle of the street. I honked my horn thinking the driver was either distracted or lost. The car didn’t move. After about five or ten seconds, the car slowly pulled off and then proceeded to run a red light.
When the light turned green again, I started moving, but ended up right back behind the same car. It stopped in the middle of the street again and I honked my horn a second time. From there, the car pulled off the road to the right. I assumed that the driver was lost and needed to get his/her baring. I decided to drive around the now parked car. As I passed the car, that’s when I realized it was the police. Honestly, I had no idea because the car didn’t look like the typical Dodge or Chevrolet that they usually use.
Moving on, once I drove pass them, that’s when they turned their sirens on and forced me to pull over. Next, four officers jumped out of the car with their hands on their guns. Two of them stood on the driver’s side of my car and the other two stood on the passenger side. The officer driving the car started to yell at me for “tailgating” him. I asked him how could I be tailgating if I drove around him when he wasn’t moving. Also, I reminded him that he stopped in the middle of the street on two separate occasions.
After this part of our exchange, the same cop asked me for my license and registration. As I motioned for my wallet, all four cops put their hands back on their guns. I assured them that I was just trying to get my license. Once I gave them what they asked for, they told me to get out of the car. While this happened, a teenage boy stopped on the sidewalk to see what was going on. The two officers on the passenger side approached him with their hands still on their guns. They asked him if he knew me and he said “no.” Next, they told him to “get the fuck out of [their] face.”
From there, the main cop asked me if my license was real and if I’ve been arrested before. I responded with a “yes” and a “no,” respectively. For whatever reason, he said he should still book me for “being a tough guy.” Instead, he said I was “lucky” because they were going to let me go. After I got back in my car, he threw my ID at me and told me to “watch [my] mouth next time.” In the end, since I was close my apartment, my entire block watched me get harassed by these dudes.
In the end, I truly don’t understand why cops feel the need to behave this way. Keep in mind, two of the officers were Hispanic and the other two were Black. Meaning, I can’t even really blame race for this shit. Ultimately, the police department is an intrinsic system that’s designed to operate based on bias. In this moment, I wasn’t a husband, father or college graduate with a corporate job. I was just a “tough guy” that they thought they could get one over on. All in all, these are the reasons why people don’t respect cops. Shit, I may be alive to tell this tale, but not everyone is so fortunate, man. By and by, fuck the police, son! LC out.