Living in Los Angeles has great benefits: the weather, close to the beach, the mountains, the desert, the film industry, many attractions, etc. But one negative thing that stands out to me, is the police and how they treat people in this vast landscape called Los Angeles. Coming from a much smaller city in northern California, I never experienced police quite like LA’s finest.
Yet again, Mooch was pulled over by the police a few nights ago. He was giving me a ride home from the gym and we were right around the corner from my house when we were lit up. This is the third time, in a matter of months, that I have been with Mooch as he was pulled over. The cops approached and repeatedly asked Mooch and I if we had been “blazing”. They made Mooch and I look directly into their bright flashlights so they could “examine” our eyes. One officer kept saying how “blown” my eyes were. No matter what I said, he was convinced that Mooch and I had been smoking weed all night. Needless to say, after they threatened to tow Mooch’s car, they gave him a ticket for his window tint.
Not even a week before this, we were pulled over by two narcotics detectives in a blacked out, undercover car. The two officers were in full tactical gear and proceeded to call Mooch’s car a “beater” and tell me how many people they bust for heroin. Thus, basically saying that Mooch and I fit the bill of heroin dealers and/or users.
These two cops the other night were actually pretty cool. I know that they’re probably dealing with a lot of scumbags on a daily basis who DO smoke weed all day. But sometimes you have to make the distinction between the two. It’s like the sheriff, who was fresh out of his correctional officer phase of training, I did a ride along with in norcal. He was super cool. He was level headed and nice. But he had been dealing with the earth’s scum in the jails all day long. And it hardened him. On my ride along with him, he pulled over an old grandma who rolled through a stop sign. He proceeded to tear into this poor old lady like she was one of the multiple offenders, he dealt with, in jail. I felt sick after that stop. He had no remorse and didn’t even realize how he was treating this woman.
This reminded me of the cops who pulled us over the other night. You have to be able to read people and who you’re dealing with. Not everyone is a drug dealer, dope pusher, weed lacer, gangster and/or scumbag. We grant cops a certain right and responsibility to make this distinction. They need to be held to that standard.
Keep it clean.
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