Recently, I was sitting at my computer, typing away, when I heard the
door opening and closing in the next room. It was around lunchtime, so I
figured it was my brother (he came home for lunch, once in awhile). I
turned toward the doorway, and was stunned to see a uniformed
Pennsylvania state trooper striding into the room.
He began peppering me with questions, asking if I lived there, for
example, and for me to identify myself. Of course I did (because I did
not really want to die or anything like that, the guy was packing a gun,
you know?) I was brought up to fear the police; I was taught at an
early age that the state police force was originally formed to break the
unions, by any means necessary. Also, I knew a lot of people who had
been hassled by the cops. My parents had the talk with me (no, not that
one, the one about how to survive an encounter with the police). Yeah,
poor white boys get that talk too. Yes, I know that racism is a much
bigger factor than classism, but that does not matter when a cop is in
your house.
READ MORE:http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/01/17/1358311/-A-Uniformed-Police-Officer-Entered-My-Home-Without-Knocking-And-You-Won-t-Believe-His-Justification
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