It was a hot afternoon. I was pedaling home after teaching a summer class. A van pulled up alongside me. One of its tinted windows rolled down. "Nice legs!"
I was still early in my life as Justine, but I guess I was already jaded enough not to hear that voice--or, at least, act as if I hadn't heard. I continued to ride. The van inched closer to me. "Nice bike!"
Again, I ignored the voice. But the van jacknifed in front of me. Two doors opened. Two men in uniform bounded out.
"What's your problem?"
"I hear stuff like that all the time. I ignore it."
"Well, you should listen to us. We're cops."
"Well, I've never heard a cop talk like you."
"Shut up. Show me your ID."
"Why?"
The cop's partner demanded to know what I was doing "in the projects." I politely pointed out that I wasn't "in the projects" and even if I were, it wouldn't have been an offense.
"Don't be a wise-ass! Show me your ID."
At that moment, I realized he was seized with "roid rage." His partner most likely was, too. My immediate goal, then, was to not end up in their van.
Then the guy who "complimented" my legs and bike lectured me about listening to cops and doing as I was told--and not making trouble.
To this day, I don't know what kind of "trouble" I was making. It's probably a good thing I didn't find out: If those guys could make up an "offense" (being in the projects) I didn't even commit, I could only imagine what sort of story they'd concoct if they hauled me off and I ended up...in a ditch?
I thought about that incident when I read about Dijon Kizzee. He was riding his bicycle "illegally" in South Los Angeles on Monday. At least, that's what the cops claimed when they stopped him.
He tried to flee. Deputies shot and killed him. Later, a gun was found on the scene.
Oh, but this story becomes, shall we say, even more interesting when the LA County Sheriff's Department tells it. "During the contact, a fight ensued between the suspect and deputies. The suspect produced a handgun and a deputy-involved 'hit' shooting occurred."
A "deputy-involved 'hit' shooting"? Did that come from an episode of Miami Vice? Or is it a re-creation of an event that never made it into the history books: something that a constable in, say, Mississippi or Alabama did after a wardrobe change--from blue to white?
The LASD statement continues: " The suspect's handgun was recovered. The suspect was pronounced deceased at the scene."
What piques the curiosity of some, and the ire of others (including Dijon Kizzee's family) is what the reports don't say--or how they contradict each other. What law, exactly, was he breaking on his bike? Did he flee or did he fight? And, when he "produced" the gun, did he drop or aim it?
Do I have to mention Mr. Kizzee's race? I don't know much about the laws in LA or CA. Maybe there is some stature about Bicycling While Black (BWB) in La-la-land. Likewise, I may have violated a regulation against Bicycling While Transgender (BWT)that came into existence the moment two cops pulled alongside me one hot afternoon.
Black Lives Matter!
I was still early in my life as Justine, but I guess I was already jaded enough not to hear that voice--or, at least, act as if I hadn't heard. I continued to ride. The van inched closer to me. "Nice bike!"
Again, I ignored the voice. But the van jacknifed in front of me. Two doors opened. Two men in uniform bounded out.
"What's your problem?"
"I hear stuff like that all the time. I ignore it."
"Well, you should listen to us. We're cops."
"Well, I've never heard a cop talk like you."
"Shut up. Show me your ID."
"Why?"
The cop's partner demanded to know what I was doing "in the projects." I politely pointed out that I wasn't "in the projects" and even if I were, it wouldn't have been an offense.
"Don't be a wise-ass! Show me your ID."
At that moment, I realized he was seized with "roid rage." His partner most likely was, too. My immediate goal, then, was to not end up in their van.
Then the guy who "complimented" my legs and bike lectured me about listening to cops and doing as I was told--and not making trouble.
To this day, I don't know what kind of "trouble" I was making. It's probably a good thing I didn't find out: If those guys could make up an "offense" (being in the projects) I didn't even commit, I could only imagine what sort of story they'd concoct if they hauled me off and I ended up...in a ditch?
I thought about that incident when I read about Dijon Kizzee. He was riding his bicycle "illegally" in South Los Angeles on Monday. At least, that's what the cops claimed when they stopped him.
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He tried to flee. Deputies shot and killed him. Later, a gun was found on the scene.
Oh, but this story becomes, shall we say, even more interesting when the LA County Sheriff's Department tells it. "During the contact, a fight ensued between the suspect and deputies. The suspect produced a handgun and a deputy-involved 'hit' shooting occurred."
A "deputy-involved 'hit' shooting"? Did that come from an episode of Miami Vice? Or is it a re-creation of an event that never made it into the history books: something that a constable in, say, Mississippi or Alabama did after a wardrobe change--from blue to white?
The LASD statement continues: " The suspect's handgun was recovered. The suspect was pronounced deceased at the scene."
What piques the curiosity of some, and the ire of others (including Dijon Kizzee's family) is what the reports don't say--or how they contradict each other. What law, exactly, was he breaking on his bike? Did he flee or did he fight? And, when he "produced" the gun, did he drop or aim it?
Do I have to mention Mr. Kizzee's race? I don't know much about the laws in LA or CA. Maybe there is some stature about Bicycling While Black (BWB) in La-la-land. Likewise, I may have violated a regulation against Bicycling While Transgender (BWT)that came into existence the moment two cops pulled alongside me one hot afternoon.
Black Lives Matter!
