I remember just hitting 18 when I got my first stop and frisk, barely had any facial hair, voice was still cracking. Me and my boys just left a party up my block to go get some food. On the way back, two cop cars stop right on our side and pop out like they just saw who they were looking for.
They were all white, 3 males one female. They tell us “GET ON THE FUCKING WALL RIGHT NOW”. Some of us hesitate cause we were kinda tipsy and confused about the situation, the others comply. I didn’t know how to react when they started asking what we had in our pockets. I didn’t have anything on me and I wasn’t even smoking weed at that time (I started smoking weed 3 years later, when I hit 21). So me being gullible as fuck thinking I could reason with a white cop I go “nah man we weren’t doing anything we don’t have anything look all I got is this chapstick” and he goes “shut the fuck up if you don’t want to get sent to the precinct. put your hands on the fucking wall where I can see em”.
Following it up by patting us down and asking about the contents in our pockets. They realized we didn’t have shit they could take one of us in for and fill their daily poc quota after all the abusive language and treatment and tried to diffuse the situation with “we were just looking for some guys that had robbed someone down the block” (but the funny thing is that incident never really happened, we know about what goes on here better than these pigs do). About an hour later we find out they did that to like 3 other groups of people in the neighborhood and switch the story around each time; “oh we were just looking for someone who had hit someone down the block” – anything but the reality “oh we were just looking to racially profile some latino youth by stopping n frisking them and see if we can meet our encouraged daily quota of minorities we should be striking fear into and making them feel unsafe in their own spaces.”
For years I thought we were in the wrong for being outside and “looking suspicious” without realizing that this was the real intent, to make us feel like criminals before we even reach adulthood. So that we can get used to that sort of profiling and mistreatment and be complacent towards it since “that’s just the way things are” and the way things are, for authority, is that minorities are usually up to no good. And for that, for fucking with my head at an age where I was dealing with so much conflict, where I was already doubtful of myself and who I could be, I will forever hate cops because that’s exactly what they do everywhere else to all poc youths and adults.
That was one stop n frisk out of many more to come in my life, and I don’t see it stopping any time soon.