Puck The Folice!!!
It's video's like the one about which fuel my dislike for the FUZZ. I guess it's not cool for a black man to interact w/ YT and their kids. It seems like the color of one's skin is an issue all over the world. I know Martin said that we were all created equal but after 28 long hard years on this earth I find that very hard to believe. When I was 10 I was almost ran over by a cop car b/c they thought little black kids running down the street meant they were up to something. My young prepubescent face against the cold brick wall, my body being searched as the cop asked my why did I run and I had to explain the rules of Hide and Go Seek to him.
At 14 while riding my back from a basketball in the next town over, I found my self face down on the perfectly manicured lawn of some rich white family's luxurious house as the cops asked me where did I get the brand new Huffy dirt bike, and I had to explain my mother bought it for me. They made me prove it by calling my mother to come get me from their police station.
At the tender age of 18 and a half, one night while leaving a club, a group of racist white cops blocked the entire exit to the club for 40 minutes just to be assholes and investigate the blacks leaving their town, on a night of non alcoholic fun at a club which wasn't selling liquor to a bunch of teenagers. My friends and I decided to bug out b/c we didn't do anything... So we cranked up a beat and sung... "It feels Good Being Black Don't IT? IT FEELS GOOD BEING BLACK DON'T It" To which one big unusually ripe salami smelling pig came up to my window and said. "You want to be a smart huh? I WILL FUCK YOU!!!" To which I replied "Officer would you prefer me to be DUMB? Since when is it a crime to feel good about the color of your skin?"
They proceeded to search my car, run my tags and all the other bullshit cops do. But we never stopped laughing, we never stopped the jokes. We weren't doing anything wrong. All they found were empty mcdonald bags and a few paystubs to see what type of NIGGER I was. I drove off that day a cool as a cucumber, but sad inside. Sad to know that all I've been through wasn't even half of what my ancestors been through in times before mine.
