On a humid, windless night several years ago, I was driving my parents' SUV through the oak-covered back streets of my hometown with four teenage friends. At an empty intersection, I reflexively began turning left before spotting the no-left-turn sign on the traffic light above. I jerked the wheel right, crossed the intersection and headed for the U-turn lane.
Before my friend riding shotgun could even finish joking about my driving, we were surrounded by two blaring cop cars that had been waiting in the shadows nearby. Two officers, their hands placed near the weapons on their right hips, ordered me to lower my window. I did so in a numb state of shock, knowing I was Black, we were underage and there were unopened beers and a bud or two of leftover marijuana in the vehicle.
But within moments the officers noticed the back seat passengers, my good friends, two young, well-dressed blonde girls. The officers lowered their hands and furrowed their brows. "Who's your daddy?" the lead officer asked me with a grimace. "What's he do?"
I nervously told him: a lawyer. Then, he asked us where we went to school. We told him: Ben Franklin, a "good" magnet school. With that, he asked me and my guy friend to step out of the car. He cuffed us, patted us down, then shrugged: "You're not worth the paperwork."
They took the weed morsels, the Budweiser, released us, gave us a ticket and told us to go home.
Last month, a police officer shot and killed a 20-year-old Black man, Daunte Wright, during a traffic stop in Brooklyn Center, Minn. — not far from where George Floyd was killed by police 11 months earlier, after being arrested on suspicion of using a counterfeit $20 bill.
The fatal shooting of Wright was a personal reminder of how my own traffic stop by the police might have gone much differently, but for those seconds when my friends' whiteness and then my own class privilege were revealed; how unfairness is both arbitrary and tiered.
His death was also a harsh reminder for millions of people of how police violence persists unabated, despite the supposed "summer of racial reckoning" last year following Floyd's death. There are so many people who now question whether there was a true reckoning that, in certain circles, the term itself is used with half-joking disdain.