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a few years ago i was pulled over in the middle of the night on my way home with my gf in the passenger seat. the officer asked if i had been drinking, then if i was texting while driving, fishing for any reason to get me out of my car. despite me answering no”, he managed to.
he told me to get out of my car and put my hands on the roof where he could see them while he ran my license. shaking, i complied. and as far as i knew this was it.
the streets were empty, it was pitch black, and there is no doubt in my mind that things would have ended differently if i were alone in that car that night.
i don’t know how to effectively explain how it feels to be so sure that your life is going to be taken from you and to know that the person entrusted to protect you could take it from you and get away with it.
how dehumanizing it feels to have to go home and break down once because this is your reality and then again the next day when the police department denies that there was anyone fitting your description patrolling that night.
to our allies, so many of your poc friends have these stories whether they’ve chosen to share them or not. we see your support and we love and appreciate it more than you know. #BlackLivesMatter 
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