I Despise Police Officers

Do you know how frustrating it is to be stopped and searched by police officers because of how I look and how I dress when going downtown or heading home after a long day? No you wouldn’t know because you’ve never had to look over your shoulders when police officers are trailing and following your every move from the moment you give your friend a handshake inside of a store or inside the Laundromat.  I’ve been stopped by the police this year for a total of 7 times, the two instances that I remember that still gets me very angry to this very day was just uncalled for completely. The first incident occurred when I got off the train station at Freeman street, I was coming from Baruch kind of late working on my excel homework assignment which took forever to complete because I wasn’t organized on how I should do the work. As I was getting off the train and I saw 2 white male officers by the exit. I’m guessing they were there to make sure no one gets on the train without paying the fare, as i’m walking towards the exit I check my pockets to make sure I didn’t drop anything while I was getting off but I did and it was my wallet, so I turned around to walk back to get my wallet I dropped when all of a sudden I hear out loud “Hey!, what are you doing back there turning around after seeing us here?” I ignored male officer #1 because I know what I was doing and I felt no need to explain myself. Male officer#1 begins walking towards me and he says something that just gets me upset  “Boy I was talking to you,what are you doing back there?” The way he had put emphasis on the word “Boy” was with so much anger and disrespect as if I had just spit in his face for not answering him, I also know the term “boy” was used a lot back in slavery and that’s also how the white masters used to address one their black male slaves to get them to doing something or to just punish them for no reason. Before I am able to put my wallet into my pocket he proceeds to grab to my hand and asks me ” Boy I was talking to you, did you steal this wallet from someone on the train?” I told him ” No this is my wallet and I dropped it when I got off the train, why would you only come to the conclusion that i’m stealing something so quickly?” His next response wasn’t something shocking at all, I could already predict what this bald ass guy was going to say next. ” You people are always lying and trying to take what doesn’t belong to you, now give me that wallet boy I use force against you.” I laughed in his face because I simply couldn’t believe that this was happening to me and said ” Here, hurry up and take it so I could prove your dumb ass wrong and feel you stupid because that’s I how see all you guys all the time, you think just because you have a badge and gun you get to overpower people of color all the time. I bet if you were to take you badge and gun away I would kick your ass in a fight stupid.” Without saying a word I know I really got him upset, he takes me into the  train station next to the turnstiles in which he places me in front of the wall and instructs his partner Mark to hold me down against the wall. “Mark don’t allow him to move at all while I check his wallet to check out to see who he claims to be.” Male officer#1  says to his partner Mark. Mark listens to what he says and does what he told to do. ” Is this really necessary to do, you’re doing the most right now and then you wonder why people of color never want to respect you guys because you the job completely wrong. you don’t stand with the ideology the NYPD has in which it is to so called to ‘ protect and serve’ that’s all bullshit so you can use that as an excuse to do whatever you want. Look at this situation right now, do I look protected right now?” “Shutup boy and tell me your fucking name  and college you go to before this gets worse for you!” In doing so and being calm I realize he has my Baruch id in his hand and tell him my name before the situation turns bad. ” My name is Aboubacar Fofana and i’m currently attending Baruch college, now that you have my name and school name can you let me go now?”.  Male officer# 1 puts my id inside back into my wallet and slaps it against my face with force still being up against the wall. ” Take your wallet get out my sight boy” I laughed again and as Mark his partner lets me go off the wall and I say to the first officer ” I told you I was going to make you feel stupid you dumb ass.” I proceed to take my wallet and as i’m walking away the first officer says under his nose ” Fucking niggas always causing a problem.” I turned around and said ” What did your bitch ass just say?, come through this door so I could slap the shit out of you bald ass real quick!” He stays facing away from thus confirming that that badge and gun doesn’t prove anything to me at all and I would definetley leave him hurt if a real fight happened. I walk home in anger knowing that i’m not able to retaliate and it’s for the best because I refuse to let myself get killed for getting into a scuffle with a police officer who would have nothing done to him if he killed me because he was white and correct for handling the situation well, that’s the type of justice us people of color get when they are killed by a white police officer. Every time I see a police officer in a car driving past or on the train I intentionally stare at them to make them feel uncomfortable to the point they have to look away from me or get off the next stop to wait for another train. That’s my way of gaining power over them without saying a word or doing anything that would make them act put against me.