Giff wrote:Considering the shit that white people get fired up about, I can only imagine their reactions if they and their ancestors had to deal with the crap many minorities have to deal with.
I do illegal shit in my car nearly every time I operate it. Some more illegal than others if I'm alone. I've been pulled over two times since 2004. Once was right after I had toked up and the guy just reminded me to make sure my registration was renewed soon (it had been out for three months) and the other I didn't even get a warning for going 15mph over the speed limit.
As an impetuous youth I hit 100 MPH several times on I-95 going north out of NYC. Once while strapped to the top of a car. I've done slalom turns on the Boston Post Road while waiting for a friend who foolishly stopped at a red light, and then tossing the baggie out the window when I saw the flashing lights. Smoked a joint several stories up the ladder that ran through the center of the giant globe sculpture that used to overlook Shea Stadium. Not to mention, to our surprise, a police station. I drove backwards for ten miles on the shoulder and right lane of I-80 in Pennsylvania when my transmission blew, then several miles further through town looking for a shop that would fix it. Buzzed past a police car driving backwards (to get the lowest possible gear for traction) over the Eisenhower Pass in a blizzard in a VW bus with no chains or even snow tires when the electronic sign said the former was mandatory. Skiied into posted avalanche zones. Been in a bar fight with a Mexican biker gang.
I once talked my way out of a jam at 4am when the police and my parents arrived at a 'dangerous location' that didn't match the suburban registration address on the car (theirs) I had parked illegally on the street. The discussion of how I came to be in this ghetto locale took place while standing outside an apartment door that separated the police from several passed-out people laying next to multiple types of illegal drugs that were sitting out in plain sight on a coffee table that was customized as a 100-pound bong (glass, sand, bricks, water). Many years later, I lived part-time in a house that contained a meth lab; I had to remove my housemate after I found the shotguns. I've lived in a cabin a hundred yards or so from a hundred marijuana plants. They were not mine, but no one else lived within a mile; the authorities may not have parsed the situation so finely.
Sex in public places, including mass transportation -- who didn't do that back then? So too with psychedelics.
I have even rolled a few red lights in my time. Perhaps a few other things that I'll skip as they may be too illegal or still under the statute of limitations. A few more that are lost in the mists of time and memory.
In other words, I've lived pretty much a normal life for a man of my generation.
Total damage for all these events and infinite other violations of the law over 40+ years: three speeding tickets. And none for any of the events above, though more than one involved discussions with law enforcement officers. White privilege, baby.
One of the tickets happened when I got nailed for (barely) speeding on an empty stretch of a four-lane road that happened to be in a church zone while taking my elderly mother to visit a Catholic monastery. Talk about innocent. The two others were speed-traps with multiple police vehicles doing a bit of end-of-budget cycle fund-raising. Total cost: under $200.
However, I've paid the price for being an oppressed minority. Back in the early 70s I was thrown against the side of my car by a policeman after being hit from the side by a speeding car that was driven by a nicely-dressed, white, pregnant mother with a small child by her side. I was a shabbily-dressed long-haired youth who asked the wrong question. So things are relative, even if you're white. If had been black, perhaps the officer would have clubbed me instead of just pinning me on the car with the club It's a good thing tasers hadn't been invented.
There's no way I'm not spending time in jail already if I'm black.
Can you spend much time in jail after you are dead?