I am not a young Black man, but I am afraid of the police. I am a white, gray haired 64 year old woman. I cannot stand without a cane. I have a fear that I will get pulled over and told to get out of the car. I can either get out of the car, holding on so I don't fall- then I will be thought to be drunk. Or, I can reach for my cane which can be thought to be a weapon. I don't have disability tags, but use a tag that hangs down from my mirror when I park.
What has happened to my trust? Why are we at this place?
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