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I was stopped early one morning for having a headlight out. The officer was very nice, a young man of about 25 or so. He did not ask any loaded questions, such as "Do you know why I stopped you?" or anything of the sort. When he asked for my DL and insurance/registration I had to go into my briefcase in the back seat to get them for the officer. I informed the officer that my paperwork was in my briefcase and I asked if it was ok to step out to obtain them. He had no problem with that. After I stepped out he asked if I had any weapons in the car. I stated that I was carrying. He simply asked for my "CCW" and I produced it. He looked at it and said ok and walked back to his car while I was getting my paperwork. After he returned we went through the normal traffic stop BS that happens. He gave me a warning (no ticket), and I went on my way. Nothing happened... Imagine that.
The second time was a little different. I was stopped again for a headlight out (I have bad luck with headlights). This time the scenario was different as well. This was late at night, and I was driving through a small town. When stopped, I asked loaded and inappropriate questions, "Do you know how fast you were going? Do you know why I stopped you?" I gave the bare minimum of answers to the officer. Simply answering "Yes and No" to the prior questions. An officer once gave me a fun tip to use when dealing with officers. "Never lie, but admit nothing". Anyway, as this officer was continuing to question me with questions such as "Where are you going? Where are you coming from? Have you had anything to drink? Etc..." He asked if I had any weapons in the car. I answered that I was carrying. When I stated that, he instructed me to remove the keys from the ignition and drop them out the window onto the ground. It was at that point that I knew this was going to be a fun traffic stop. The officer backed away from my car and entered his, and there we sat for about 3 minutes while we waited for his black up to show up. 2 more cars arrived, one parked behind the first officer’s car and the other parked straight at me with the spot shining in my face. Clearly a tactical move. Needless to say I kept my hands firmly on the wheel in plain sight. Two of the officers began talking behind my car, while the other remained in front of me still in his car.
After a few minutes the officers behind my car then instructed me to slowly exit my vehicle, take 3 steps back and get on my knees with my hands on my head. So I did as I was instructed. One of the officers approached me from behind, locked my fingers together behind my head, and asked me where my gun was. I informed him that I had one on my right hip and a backup in my front pocket. They removed my firearms and spare mags from my person, unloaded them and placed them on the trunk of my car. I was patted down and once they insured that I did not have any more firearms on me I was permitted to stand, where they walked me to the front of my car. I was asked for my "CCW" which I produced for their inspection. One of the officers took the permit and went back to his car with it. The other two officers then began a barrage of questions, mostly asking the same quesitons over and over again. It is a tactic they use to make sure that you are telling the truth. I answered every question with a direct answer stating as little as possible. It started to get a little ugly when I was asked if they could search my car. I stated no, that they would need to obtain a warrant. They then began the threats of drug dogs coming out to check the car, your not answering my questions (most of which I was not legally obligated to answer), your acting suspiciously, etc... I stated plainly that all of that was ok, and they would still need a warrant.
The officers were clearly perturbed and slightly indignant that I was refusing their requests and not letting them operate outside of their rules and the law. So now here comes officer #4. I must say it was quite impressive the amount of resources that this small town had. I can almost state that I had the entire LE staff focused on me, not to mention blocking half the road. Now officer #4 seemed to be in charge of the shift. He was a lieutenant. He took one of the officers back behind my car, where he was shown my firearms and spare magazines that I had on me. I could not hear what they were saying at all. After a few moments the officers returned and the lieutenant began asking me some of the same exact questions, however he was avoiding the inappropriate ones.
After our quick talk, he instructed one of the other officers to give him my firearms. He took the first one, pulled the slide to insure it was unloaded and then handed it to me. I did the same with the slide, took my magazine from him, inserted it back into the gun and holstered it. We went through the same process for my back up. He sent two of the other officers away, so they got back into their cars and drove off. The lieutenant then apologized to me for the way I was treated, and told me to get my headlight fixed. He furthered that by saying that it will not happen again to anyone. “I will remind him of the bill of rights”, he may need a refresher.
I guess it all depends on the officer, there are good ones, and there are bad ones. Like the first officer and the lieutenant they do not see a reason to fear a black man with a gun or two. The other officer however might eventually shoot a black man for “smiling on a rainy day”.
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