“I need you to put your hands where I can see them.” The officer said to Jamal as he was exiting his vehicle. Jamal’s heart began to race. For a quick second he thought about running. His adrenaline was surging through his body. He knew he didn’t do anything wrong; he just needed his basketball shoes for tonight’s game. He decided he would make things worse if he ran, so he did what the officer said without argument. Jamal’s hands went up over his head.
“What’s going on?” Jamal asked nervously.
“Now here, you need to be a good boy. Just mind what I say so nobody gets hurt.” The officer slowly approached Jamal. “Put your hands on the vehicle. Do you have any weapons on you, boy?”
“No,” Jamal answered flatly.
“Don’t get smart with me! You just mind what I say, you hear me son!”
“I didn’t…” He felt a crack to the back of his shoulder. Jamal let out a little yelp.
“Now I told you to mind your manners! Do I make myself clear?” The officer was patting Jamal down. Jamal found it best not to answer. “Answer me, boy!”
“Yes,” Jamal answered. He felt the tears running down his face. He wished more than anything that Mom-Kate was with him now. His hands were trembling.
Jamal stood there as the officer patted him down. He was shaking and humiliated. Jamal had never committed a crime of any type. He had no idea what all of this was about.
“What ya so nervous about?” The officer taunted him.
“What did I do wrong?” Jamal asked.
“I thought I told you not to get smart with me!” The officer yelled.