My Personal Experience With Law Enforcement - Profiling

by Nyarlathotep

"My Personal Experience With Law-Enforcement - Profiling & Oppression"

by Nyarlathotep

Let me start out this rant with a short statement- Not long ago, my constitutional(and civil) rights were heinously violated by two badge-wearing cocksuckers. I was a target of illegal "PROFILING" and my protection against ILLEGAL SEARCH AND SEIZURE was ignored and raped. Here is what those beady-eyed fascists did to me and a friend :

About 10:30 at night, a friend and I jumped into my car and proceeded to go to the local Walmart store to get some art supplies and what-nots. As soon as my car pulled out of the driveway, a police car appeared from nowhere and pulled me over without delay.

Keep in mind, this is a rural residential neighborhood with very little thru-traffic and virtually no police presence. For a police car to even be in this quiet neighborhood is unusual in and of itself - less yet one to appear suddenly and pull me over before my car had even hit second gear.

I was NOT speeding or breaking ANY traffic laws. My car is totally legal - tag, tail-lights, insurance, licence - ALL ARE LEGAL AND IN PROPER ORDER. I have a SPOTLESS record - I have NEVER been arrested and I have no criminal record. I have no outstanding tickets or warrants. In other words, despite my appearance and attitude - I am an upstanding citizen.

So this dickless cocksucker pulls me over. After the usual routine - handing over my documents and identification and waiting for him to run my name and record, this bastard asks me to step out of the car. He calls me over and proceeds to tell me that the reason he stopped me was that my TAG-LIGHT was burned out. You know, that little light above your liscence plate. LIAR! Number one, he was only behind me for two fucking seconds before he stopped me, and number two, his bright-lights were on my car from the beginning and it was IMPOSSIBLE to tell if my tag-light was working because the entire back of my car was lit-up like high-noon. This fascist motherfucker PROFILED me and used this flimsy (albeit true) excuse to pull me over.

My tag-light was indeed burned out, but I have had several police cars behind me in recent weeks in traffic at night, and none of them ever pulled me over. So this was nothing more than a thinly-veiled cover for PROFILING.

I am young, I wear my baseball cap backwards, my passenger was a long-haired "freak" and I was driving a faded, old sedan with beads hanging from the rear-view mirror. Not to mention the Ralph Nader stickers on the back of my car. These two JOCK JARHEAD looking cops hated the way my friend and I looked from the beginning and they were determined to bust us for ANYTHING they could manufacture. You could seriously see it in their hate-filled, ego-tripping eyes. The looks these cops were giving my friend and I were TRULY DISTURBING. They made no attempt to mask their utter contempt for us and their tone was condescending and hostile.

Is this what people pay their taxes for? So two psychotic, power-mad assholes can "protect and serve" me? I digress, back to the story :

The cop called me over and told me I was now free to go, he wasn't going to write me a ticket and that I should "get that light fixed." As he was handing me back my papers, he said in the same breath -

"Do you have any weapons or contraband in the car I should know about?"

Of course, I did NOT. My car is a messy, dirty clusterfuck, but it has no drugs or illegal shit in it. I am not careless, I do not leave roaches in my ashtray and their are NO seeds or leftovers laying around. My car is spotless in that respect and I knew it. So I said -

"No sir, there is not."

(keep in mind I was being totally polite to these assholes the entire time)

Then came the loaded 64-dollar question :

"Do you mind if I look?"

Now of course, this PRICK had NO probable cause, and we could sit here and debate my rights and what I should have answered, but I KNEW I and my car were CLEAN so I told him he had permission to search my vehicle.

Well, this power-tripping asshole proceeds to thoroughly search my car.

Ok, for the sake of brevity, let me get to the meat of what happened. You now have an idea of what the atmosphere was like and what kind of an attitude these two hostile police officers had. They were entirely sure of themselves and sure of the fact that because of my appearance I MUST have drugs in my car. In their minds I was already a convicted criminal and finding something to bust me with was just a mere formality.

So the one cop searches the hell out of the interior of my car while the other cop kept an eye on us two dangerous criminals. About five minutes into the search the cop triumphantly emerges from my car while cupping something small in his hand.

The pig and I did not know it yet, but what he had found in my driver's seat was a BREADCRUMB - some leftover bit of taco or hamburger that had fallen into my seat. He had a truly wicked grin on his face, as if he had just verified his own incredible sixth-sense - he had found something.

Now at this time I am still sure that nothing illegal was in my car. I even have complete confidence in the people that occasionally ride in my car - none of them are idiots or crackheads or anything like that.

Despite my self-assurance I could not help but think these assholes had decided to PLANT something in my car to frame me. I was nervous but I still had that cockiness that being "in the right" can give a person.

He calls me over and asks me what this thing is. He dumps it onto the hood of his patrol car and shines his flashlight on it. Well, it doesn't take much imagination to picture what a petrified piece of white breadcrumb looks like - a crack rock.

I told him it was not drugs and he then proceeded to frisk me down and place me in the back of his car. He told me that I was not under arrest YET, but yet here I am sitting in the back of his patrol car watching my bewildered friend shoot me worried looks from where he was standing on the curb.

Now most of you have seen the television show "COPS" or some similar reality-TV program. You know what comes next. They break out the field drug-test kit and place a small bit of the breadcrumb-crack into the vial of test-liquid. Lo and behold, they swish it around and it turns fucking BLUE. BLUE means the presence of cocaine. And blue meant I was just FRAMED for a crime I did not commit. I was absolutely astounded to see this thing turn blue. But thank god, something did not look right, even to these pitbulls. The cop comes over and opens the door of his car to speak to me, I immediately asked him what the breadcrumb was and what blue meant. He told me that the thing has tested positive for the presence of cocaine but there was some ambiguity and a re-test was needed to confirm it was indeed cocaine. In other words, these two buffoons had no clue what they were doing or how to operate their little test-kit. They both go to the trunk of the patrol car and take out the complete kit - carrying case and instruction manual. After consulting the manual, they slice off another sliver of bread-crack and test it. This time the liquid turns a yellowish-amber color. After again consulting the manual and exchanging some disappointed looks, they come over again release me from the car. They tell me the breadcrumb was not cocaine and that I was free to go.

I asked them what it was and he gives me a befuddled look and says perhaps it was a breadcrumb. A FUCKING breadcrumb almost cost me my freedom! Neither of these two assholes bothered to apologize or wish me a good evening, the disappointment and simmering anger was plain to see on their faces. GOD FORBID, they were WRONG about something.

Meanwhile I had spent the most stressful 15 minutes of my life wondering if I was being framed, if I was the target of some kind of conspiracy, and how I was going to get myself bailed of out jail from possessing a drug I DESPISE and that I would NEVER use. Every since that night, my deep-seated contempt for the police has grown into a full-blown resentment. The very sight of badges and police makes me SICK, it turns my fucking stomach and makes me want to VOMIT.

The moral of this story is this : unless you are a conformist robot who looks and acts like everyone else, you can expect to be harassed sooner or later by the fascist police.