Ein College-Professor über seine Angst, erschossen zu werden. Obwohl nix passiert ist. Das ist es, wenn man über Langzeitfolgen von Fehlverhalten, Überwachung, Terror spricht.
Denn wenn das Vertrauen erst einmal so nachhaltig zerstört ist, wie derzeit z.B. in den USA, dann können auch evtl. wohlwollende Polizisten eigentlich nichts mehr richtig machen. Lose-Lose-Situation.
On my way to get a burrito before work, I was detained by the police. […] He unsnapped the holster of his gun. […] “You fit the description,” the officer said. “Black male, knit hat, puffy coat. Do you have identification.” “It’s in my wallet. May I reach into my pocket and get my wallet?”
Es geht weiter, Steve macht sich so seine unschönen Gedanken:
It was at this moment that I knew that I was probably going to die. […] I was not going to let them take me anywhere because if they did, the chance I was going to be accused of something I did not do rose exponentially.
Zum Glück klärt sich alles auf, das bessert aber die Stimmung nicht wirklich. Immerhin ist eine schwarze Frau stehengeblieben, der Grund ist unschön:
“Thank you,” I said to her. “Thank you for staying.”
“Are you ok?” She said. Her small beautiful face was lined with concern.
“Not really. I’m really shook up. And I have to get to work.”
“I knew something was wrong. I was watching the whole thing. The way they are treating us now, you have to watch them. ”
“I’m so grateful you were there. I kept thinking to myself, ‘Don’t leave, sister.’ May I give you a hug?”
“Yes,” she said. She held me as I shook. “Are you sure you are ok?”
“No I’m not. I’m going to have a good cry in my car. I have to go teach.”
(Quelle: art and everything after, via Mädchenmannschaft)