Some people here know that I live in somewhat of a ghetto. As such, I’m really one of the few white guys around here.
Well, I woke up this morning and went out for a pack of cigarettes. As I was going up this hill to my main street, a police car drove by me - somewhat of a regularity these days. Thankfully, the police have started really to patrol the area, and it’s helped immensely. Homeless people have started bunking up inside our buildings (I live in a complex of condominums) and sleeping on the stairs. Needless to say it’s kinda scary to walk out and see some guy sleeping on the stairs. Anyway, my neighbor has called the police a few times to have them removed.
Anyway, so I go inside this little grocery store place and get my cigarettes. I walk out and I’m tapping the top of the pack like I always do when this officer stops me. He tells me that he got a call on a suspicious looking white male, and that I was the only one he’d ever seen around here. I’ve lived on this block a long time, like 13 or so years, and I’m generally recognized as “that white kid who smokes”, because for the most part I go out to get a pack of cigarettes and that’s it. So this cop asks for my name and my birthdate and calls me in on his little radio thing. We just chill there for a little bit, asks me if I have any weapons, frisks me a little (feels on my pockets and lifts my shirt up), asks me what I was doing out, where I live, how long I’ve lived there, where I go to school, stuff like that. He commented that he’d never seen me around before, and that he didn’t see very many white guys around.
After he called me in we just sorta stood there for a bit. He asked me those questions, I complimented him for being around and that his presence was appreciated in the neighborhood, stuff like that, and he asked me if I was lying to him. I said no and he said thanks for the time and that I could go.
So I start back down this little path to main street. As I’m walking down this street the police car I saw earlier hits the breaks and stops a few yards behind me. I decide to just walk on home.
Now, he mentioned that I was one of the few white guys that he had seen, and said something about my neighbor calling in the homeless guys. As I was walking down the hill, I thought that maybe he thought I was a homeless guy, which didn’t really make sense - I had just washed my shoes (which were white and glared in the sunlight) and I was wearing a clean white t-shirt, which also glared in the sunlight. I didn’t really look homeless, although I had just woken up, but it also occured to me that since I was one of the only white guys around, maybe he had stopped me because of that? I’m not really sure, it’s kind of weird - I can see how it’s offensive, but for the most part I don’t really mind.
It was overall a kind of surreal expierence. Despite doing some of the things I do, I’ve never actually had to talk to a police officer about anything.
Anybody had similar expierences?