Change? Yeah Right…

Wow…life is truly amazing. 

I know some are wondering what in the world that I am talking about, but “wow” was truly the thought that I have had all day.  I will explain…

After a long 12 hour day at work on 3rd shift last night, I was headed home the same way I have done for the last 4+ years on eastbound I-69 from Lansing to Flint.  The route is so mundane that I was in somewhat of a daze and driving mostly on pure habit.  About 3/4 of the way home in the area of the city of Durand, 2 state trooper cars were in the median.  When I passed them, both pulled out behind me.  They weren’t following too closely, but rather just hanging back.

After about a 1/2 mile,  one of them sped up to get close to me and flipped the lights.  The other seemed to pull up on the side and saw I was alone and went on about his way.  I knew I had not been speeding because I was watching them the whole time and I am not an idiot, so I was quite befuddled.  As I watch through the rearview, the officer gets out and walks toward my passenger side window (which I already had down) with his hand on his gun. 

He said, “can I see your license, registration, and proof of insurance?’  No problem I thought as I slowly (I told you I’m no idiot) reached in my pocket for my wallet, then to the glove box for the registration and insurance papers.  While I was doing that he proceeded to ask me where I was coming from.  I told him that I was returning home from work.  He said, “from the Delta (GM) plant?”  What?  Out of all the businesses that I passed from Lansing to Durand, why would he think I was working there?  Are manual labor jobs in the factory all an American man of African descent can get?  Please don’t misunderstand me, I love GM.  Without that plant, I wouldn’t even have my current job.  My grandfather, father, uncles, cousins, etc. all worked and retired from GM.  So, frankly I may not be here without GM.  But, why would he pick the plant as my place of employment?  I guess I don’t look corporate enough or like management material.  Perhaps it was the fact my hat was tilted to the side.  Or maybe it was just the fact that I was a few shades darker than him…

About that same time he told me that he had pulled me over because of my tint on my windows.  He must have seen the look on my face as I smirked knowing that I have NO tint on my front windows at all.  And the rear windows only have the factory tint on them.  Again, what?  I didn’t even utter a word to him at the time.  But I guess he figured something was up and asked me to roll up my passenger window two inches.  When I did, he saw that there was no tint at all.  Oops…

So, he then decided that he also pulled me over for what he said was a “left lane violation.”  He told me that on a two-lane highway that one must drive in the right lane unless there is someone over there.  I guess he did not see the semi truck that I had just passed, or the car behind me that had to get out-of-the-way for him to even pull me over.  Weren’t they also in the left lane then?  Furthermore, wouldn’t you have to be following someone for miles to know how long they drove in each lane? 

Come on officer, you can do better than that.  He asked about my driving history, ran my license, and said you’re free to go because HE HAD NO REASON TO STOP ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!!  This is so distressing to me because if you read my other posts you will see that I have gone through similar garbage at work and I didn’t even blog about the stuff I went through in college in Ann Arbor (KKK rally, thrown off a bus, etc.).  Here we are in 2010 still bound by many of the chains that have caused this society to slip behind many others in terms of growth socially, technically, economically, etc.  Instead of gleaning from one another and realizing that American is what we all are we still want to operate under the stigmata of colors that define us.  Is that the best we can do?  It has been almost 17 hours since this occurred and I am still bothered as you can tell.  What do we tell the kids?  Is it true to tell them that they can do whatever anyone else can?  Unlike Martin Luther King Jr., I have a nightmare today…one in which no matter what degrees I obtain, no matter how high I sit at the top of my class, no matter how many kids that I help, no matter how much better I do my job, no matter how much respect I treat everyone else with, no matter what books I write, and no matter whatever else I do to assist in making society a better place, that I will still be looked at by many as second tier…

Now that is sad…