Handling Racial Profiling
A Case Study
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Racism and related issues persist to this day in all
aspects of our society. These issues are reflected in
longstanding disparities between the life experiences of
African Americans and "mainstream" Americans. If
African Americans come to understand that assumptions
about effectiveness breed and sustain racism then
African Americans can take the initiative to resolve
these critical problems.
One significant problem for African Americans is the
practice of "racial profiling." The following is a case
study that illustrates ingredients that can be useful in
confronting this racist practice.
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Early one Saturday morning my daughter and I began our
long drive to attend the funeral of my older sister who
had just passed away. We would have to travel some
distance through several states. We braced ourselves
for a strenuous, sad trip realizing also that this was a
chance to join with family and friends to honor the loss
of someone special.
After driving for sometime on the highway we reached a
toll both, paid the required toll, and resumed our
driving. Within moments of leaving the toll booth, a
police unit with two officers inside, began to follow my
vehicle. I was signaled to pull my vehicle over to the
side of the road. After a few minutes one of the police
officers approached my vehicle and stood at the window
on the front passenger side by my daughter. The officer
identified himself.
The officer proceeded to inform me that I had been
driving at a speed of 70 mph in a 55 mph speed zone. I
presumed that he was referring to distance traveled by
my vehicle from departing the tool booth to the point
where I was directed to pull my vehicle over to the side
of the road.
The officer then asked me for my license and the vehicle
registration. I had to reach into my right rear pocket
to take out the folded registration for my vehicle, a
rental automobile. I unfolded the registration paper
and gave it to him. As he took my license and
registration he made a comment to me including words
something like "you seem nervous" and he did it in a
manner and phrasing that strongly suggested he was
asking me a question for which an answer was required.
The officer returned to his unit. After a short period
of time he came back to my vehicle and stood at the
driver's side window. He ordered me out of the vehicle
and instructed me to stand at the right rear of my
vehicle a place that was at the right front of his
unit. At this time he questioned me regarding the
contract for my rental vehicle. The officer stated that
he had the authority to impound my rental car. He said
he had this authority because the rental contract stated
authorization for use of the vehicle in only one state
and that was not the state we were driving in at the
time. I had informed him earlier that my daughter and I
were traveling to attend the funeral for my sister in
another state.
While having me stand in the same place between my
vehicle and the officer's unit, the officer began to
interrogate me regarding my travel to my sister's
funeral. His questions were about the identity of my
daughter, the day and time of my sister's funeral, the
travel time to and from the funeral in the other state,
and hotel arrangements for overnight stay.
Next he asked me again about the identity of my
daughter, the front seat passenger. He then directed me
to remain standing in place between the two vehicles.
At that time he walked to the passenger side of the
vehicle and began talking with my daughter. After a
short time, he then returned to where I was standing and
instructed me to return to my vehicle and sit inside.
Waiting in my vehicle for a short period a second police
unit drove in to park behind the first police unit.
Another officer got out of the second unit and walked to
the driver's side of the first unit. The additional
officer talked for a few minutes with the officer who
had interrogated my daughter and me. He then came
forward to my vehicle and stood at the passenger side
window. Without identifying himself he asked my
daughter and me questions that were similar to those
questions asked in two interrogations by the first
officer. He then returned to the first police unit and
talked with the first police officer while standing by
the driver's side window of the first unit. He then
walked back to his unit and drove away.
A short time later the first office again came to the
passenger side of the vehicle. He returned my driving
papers and gave me a written Warning for speeding. He
then informed me that I was free to drive on.
I was furious with what had happened. The police action
was without justification. In those moments of contact
with the police I had a strong urge to question the
practices and motives involved. Being an African
American man I was certain that my daughter and I were
being subjected to "racial profiling."
When we reached our destination, we began the
"bittersweet" moments with family and friends. We were
so happy to see each other again, so sad that it was on
such an occasion, but thankful we could come together.
In one of those relaxed moments of catching up with
family I told them about the police incident on our
trip. They listened with amazement and outrage while
"shaking their heads" and asking what do you do short of
confronting the police and being led off in handcuffs.
Two of the young men in our family provided insight into
the incident. They confirmed that my daughter and I
were subjected to "racial profiling." They explained
that the make of the rental car we were driving is known
"on the streets" as a "pusher car" and it gets
"profiled" by the police as being driven by drug
dealers. They said that a Black man with a young Black
lady, who happened to be my daughter, fits the profiles
for which the police look. I said I had no idea about
"that make of car" considering how little attention I
pay to automobiles. This quickly was followed by a
comment from one of the young men that "Hey, big, black
'Dr. G.' you had no idea you were dealing up the road in
your 'pusher car' with this young chick in tow?" which
brought a roar of laughter from the group, people who
know my conservative demeanor.
While driving home from the funeral I began to think
about my options for handling the incident of "racial
profiling." I knew I could have immediately confronted
the officers accusing them of "racial profiling" and
racism, an act that would have been immediately and
greatly satisfying. I would be thinking to myself. "No
one gets away with treating my daughter and me that
way." But I knew with that approach I would have ended
up in handcuffs, as my family made clear.
I had to "use my head." I had to think. I had dealt
before with racism experienced by myself and by my
family. I had resolved the situations successfully. I
knew I could handle this situation also. I had to
remind myself about what I and other African Americans
are really facing in these situations. Indeed, I wrote
a book about it. Armed with that knowledge I began to
think through my plan.