My first experience with unjustly being profiled was November 19, 1993. I was walking home from the city's subway station, after a long hard day at work. As I turned the corner of 59th street and Lexington avenue. I observed two white females walking briskly down Lexington avenue.
If you know Manhattan, then you know downtown Lexington avenue is an upscale neighborhood in New York City. It is one of the few parts of Manhattan, that is secured by neighborhood watch, with the help of New York's Police department it stays crime and vandalism free. As a resident of this neighborhood for five years, I can say I love it, but at times it does have it's share of trials and tribulations.
For instance as I continued to walk directly behind the two females down Lexington avenu
Upon reaching the 18th precinct in Manhattan, I was told I was a robbery suspect. I pleaded my case to no avail. The arresting officer said I would be held, until it was proven I wasn't the robbery suspect they where looking for.
"freeze get on the ground" is what I here, as I comply with there orders. After they handcuff me, they put me in the closes police car. You can imagine what I felt like, knowing I did nothing wrong to deserve this type of treatment.
As I drift back to reality, I notice that the two females are nowhere to be seen. I cant help but to wonder did they run into a building until they think that I have passed. I realized that the answer to this question doesn't matter. What matters
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