A few weeks ago, for my assignment I was supposed to interview one of my friends who was on house arrest. On the day that I was supposed to do my interview, I could not because he and most of my other friends were in jail.
They left their houses with drugs on them, then got caught with the drugs or got pulled over while in a steamer (stolen car).
One of my friends was put out of his house, so he’s staying at my house right now. His grandma found some drugs in his room and told him he had to leave. The first place he went to was my house.
Another one of my friends was driving a steamer down 79th and Western when the police pulled him over. They found out that it was a stolen car. He was on house arrest and probation. The police took the car and sent everyone in the car to jail.
There were 4 people in the car. My friend is still in jail. I learned all of this from the streets. The streets are always talking.
A few days ago there was a shoot-out near 79th and Western. A few nights later, my friend was walking back to my house after he left a party two blocks down, and the police pulled him over and told him to get in the car for no reason.
He did not do anything wrong. He did as they said. They questioned him about the shooting that happened a few days earlier; he said he did not know what they were talking about.
They said he was lying, and he was one of the suspects that did the shooting. They mostly said that because he was black with dreads. He was locked up for two days.
I think racially profiling is a terrible thing. If it were a white male walking down the street, the police would not have pulled him over, but they pulled my friend over because he was black with dreads, and I don’t like that.
My teachers are always telling me that I look like a clean-cut, respectable young man, but I know that when the cops look at me, they see a thug.
I can never walk down my street without worrying that I am going to be bothered by the police. That makes me mad.