I received my driver’s license at 16.
Having a car and the freedom it brought was my indoctrination to the police in my city. The next six years consisted of constant interactions with police officers. At first, I didn’t know what to think, and I would get out of my car with no hesitation and accepted handcuffs being placed on me while I sat on the curb.
Vehicle searches were the norm, and constant questioning made sense to ensure the safety of our residents.
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