One night back in my 20's me and two buddies of mine were coming home from our usual Saturday night routine of hitting the clubs................I was driving my Mercedes 300E; we were on the highway, I was going 65/70, we went past a state trooper who had pulled someone over.............before I knew it, he was climbing up my backside lit up, so I pulled over..............I was on the sauce at the time, so zero alcohol in my system.
Two troopers approached my vehicle, left side, right side. The one on my side immediately tells me to "Get out of the vehicle", so I complied. He proceeds to tell me I swerved and almost struck their cruiser.........Um, what? NO. That is not what happened.
I did not say a word; the other trooper goes back to the vehicle and reaches inside and grabs his radio.........."We need backup on route 128 north just past exit 14, we've got an Arnold Schwarzenegger looking MF who's giving us an attitude, send back up immediately!!".............Are you shatting me or what?
They proceeded to give me the field sobriety test, which in my mind I passed as again, zero alcohol in my system, when back up arrived, a sergeant says "We're going to PC you, we determined you are not fit to be driving." They arrest me and took me to the station, did the breathalyzer, 0.0....................they told me they were keeping me for the night unless I had someone to give me a ride home, so I called Pops, who came to the station and got me and drove me back to my car. I told him what happened and he replied "A big, massive Italian looking kid driving a Mercedes, welcome to racial profiling in reverse."
The two officers who first approached me/the one who called for back up/the officer who came as back up................three African American officers, two troopers and a sergeant.
The racial profiling knife cuts both ways fellas.
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