I'm mixed, considering I am basically black from the waist down.
But what is the point of your post? Police don't have an issue with me, which is evident in that I've been stopped for driving infractions five times since 2012 (four speeding, one expired registration) and didn't receive a ticket for those. I received a citation for failure to show insurance, because at the time, the state didn't allow pictures on your phone of your insurance card (which I believe every state allows now), but that ticket was dismissed.
At least two of the times, including one within the last two months, the officer looked at my license with his flashlight and didn't even bother calling it in. That's not the typical experience for most black males. Every single one of those times that I was stopped, I was guilty of the infraction, yet I never was asked to do any of the things in the video below.
This is the most recent police harassment video. How many times have you had this happen to you as a white male? I've had it happen to me one time, coincidentally, when I had a passenger in the car who happened to be a black male. I've shared this story on here before.
I was a senior in high school. My best friend, another friend, and I went to a high school thirty minutes from where I lived to watch one of their girlfriends play a soccer match. Ten minutes after leaving the game, we were pulled over. We weren't speeding. The officer said the windows were foggy, which is why we were stopped (on a two lane, backroad highway of 55 MPH). During the last half of the match, I was in the car with a girl, so the windows probably were a little foggy. Just like in the video, the officer then said he smelled marijuana, which wasn't the case. Just like in the video, he said there was marijuana "residue" on the driver side floorboard, which there wasn't. When I asked if "residue" referred to "buds" or something else, since I couldn't see anything resembling that on the floor, he said "Oh, so you know about marijuana." He then asked for all of our IDs. When he saw the name on my license and the name on my best friend's license, he took an entirely different tone. He recognized our names from sports, and quickly congratulated my friend on having recently committed to Maryland for football.
I've never been treated like that by police like that. It, not coincidentally, happened to be when a black male was in the car. If you don't think police, as a whole, have an issue with how they treat and react to black males, you aren't living in reality:
