Every day, at 2:30 in the morning, I walk to work. That might sound scary to you but remember, people are scared of me. So I always feel safe, except for that one time I saw a cop car making patrols. I tried to walk as nonchalant as possible, which only caused me to walk so awkwardly I could've been an a worker in The Ministry of Silly Walks.
After following me for a minute, the car drove about 100 meters ahead of me and parked on the side of the road. I had to keep walking at the same pace. If I ran or turned around, the police would know I was up to something. Luckily, after I passed the patrol car, the officer took off to watch the other 2 Black people in Utah. Thank goodness he did, I wasn't sure what would happen if the police stopped me.
Officer: Where we headed this late at night, son?
Me: Just going to work, officer.
Officer: Haha, a Black guy working. Selling drugs isn't a job. Get in the car!
Me: Can I at least call my boss?
Officer: That joke isn't as funny the second time, boy.
The worst part is that I wouldn't be able to contact an attorney until morning, so I'd be stuck sharing a cell with Akbar.
Akbar: What are you in for?
Me: Walking around at night while Black.
Akbar: That's harsh, man. They caught me having sex with my patio. I'm a sex addict.
Me (slowly scooting away): Good for you, dude.
Akbar: Bend over and grit your teeth.
And now I need a dental appointment too.
Roflmao! I tell ya, they need to stop worrying about what Black people are doing and start arresting all of these cho-mos, and meth people out in these parts since they want to be all observant and shit.
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