Always Asking What’s Next? How About Using Race as a Disability?

Out on patrol one day, driving on a busy arterial street, I saw a van driving ahead of me with expired registration tabs on the rear license plate. I hit my overhead lights and chirped my siren.

The driver pulled over and stopped in front of a gas station. I was intending to give the driver a warning (some people really do just forget to renew), as long as they had no warrants or outstanding tickets.

As I approached the driver, the woman in the driver’s seat hefted a huge helping of attitude out the window at me. Even after I’d explained the reason for the stop was not her driving but her expired registration, she somehow knew I’d pulled her over because of her race and gender. In fact, her words were: “You just pulled me over because I’m a strong black woman.”