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Reflection On Police Brutality

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There's things I’ve blind to or shielded from until my father told me. For example, I remember the night he got pulled over for making a left turn on a yellow light completely different. I remember seeing the flashing lights pulling up behind us, my dad getting out the car and coming back. At the moment I had my Gameboy in hand and was ignorant to police brutality. So our experience was very different. It was his 7th year in America and he had become a good driver. He followed the rules religiously and made sure he knew it was ok to do something before he did it. Before he got out the car he asked why they stopped him and they said he made a left turn on a red light. Even though he clearly turned when it was yellow. He told me they brought him outside put him against the patrol car and began to rough him up. They couldn’t find anything so they had to let him go, but he still had to pay a $300 fine. Looking back on that night there's so much I missed and it could've been a very traumatic night. I could've lost my father, like many young African American kids because of our messed up system. My father has told me ever since I began going out late to hang out that I should never carry anything suspicious or anything that gives the Police cause to hurt or kill me. He tells me “love everyone but do not trust anyone.” I take those words to heart every day. You never know if the policeman that helped you at a public event could end up shooting you when you're walking home late at

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