I pulled a car over last night for texting and driving. When I went to talk to the driver, I found a young black male, who was looking at me like he was absolutely terrified with his hands up.
He said, “What do you want me to do officer?” His voice was quivering. He was genuinely scared. I just looked at him for a moment, because what I was seeing made me sad.
I said, “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
In which he replied, with his voice still shaking, “Do you want me to get out of the car.”