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![]() "G.R. Patterson III" wrote in message ... Judah wrote: When was the last time you were stopped on the street for no apparent reason and asked to produce your ID card under threat of being thrown in prison without due process if you happened to forget it at home that day? Atlanta, Georgia, 1973. George Patterson If a man gets into a fight 3,000 miles away from home, he *had* to have been looking for it. An aggressive cop stopped me in my quiet neighborhood a few months ago and demanded ID. I was taking a late night walk in sweat pants to burn off a few calories. I told him I didn't have any ID and was in my own neighborhood not bothering anybody and unaccustomed to being accosted by an officer pulling his cruiser over into my path, blocking me. Then did he ever become hostile and told me to take my hands out of my pockets. I did as he said until they became cold and back into my pockets they went. This time he threatened me with handcuffs and jail, and then he went off the charts when my hands went back into their pockets. "Take them out!" he snapped. "No, I won't," I said, as I turned my pockets inside out to show him there was nothing in them "and if you arrest me you'd better have a damn good reason in law for it." He began to reach for me as if to grab my arm and I quickly stepped back, pulling away from him. "Now you've assaulted me," I said. "I have lived here in this town for the better part of two decades," I said firmly, "and this is the first time in my experience I have been menaced by a law officer." "I am NOT 'mentacing' you," he says. He was so taken aback he went completely silent for a moment, then said, "OK, move along then." Which I did, almost leaving in a trot. Off he went in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires. |
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