It can be exhausting at times being black in America, lights flashing in your rearview you start wondering what did I do? Ok, turn the music and engine off, this is just a routine stop the officer is just doing his job.
Where’s my license registration and insurance card? I hope I don’t fit any descriptions, keep my hands in plain view. You already know the drill.
I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize, which I typically don’t pick up. Today I decided to answer, on the other end of the phone was a detective. Now I’m not involved in any criminal activity, I don’t have any warrants, I haven’t witnessed any crimes.
So what do you want to talk about? My corny opening line which I deliver with a British accent. It is physically emotionally and mentally draining when you continuously have to be on guard as a black man in America.
How will my actions be perceived? I do it so much that I’m unconscious of my behavior. It has become a habit, a part of my nature and it shouldn’t be, but I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.
The detective is asking me to come in to talk; he says: “the whole thing could be a misunderstanding.” I place two phone calls, so someone knows my whereabouts and go to the station because I haven’t done anything thing wrong.
It was around 6:00 pm, and I’m still feeling the negative energy from that interaction after my 3mile run. I’m tired of always having to consider things from someone else’s point of view, yes I’m emphatic, but we are constantly being asked to consider how our actions may be interpreted. I wonder what it would feel like to be free from the weight pressure of being black in America.