Color Does Matter…..
Here’s an interesting story, that just happened last night, and I need to get off my chest.
First let me start from the Beginning. I’m working a full time retail job now, to make ends meet. The Flash Life just isn’t cutting it anymore. Unfortunately, having a retail job means you have to have transportation, especially out here on long Island, where its 5 miles to the nearest convience store. This wasn’t a problem before when I worked in the city, where even the Mayor takes the subway to a baseball game. But Out here in the “Sticks” it’s a whole other mentality altogether. Here you are looked down upon if you have to resort to the scarce and incredibility unpredictable public transportation system. People Laugh, jeer, and honk their horn at you when you’re walking down a long sidewalk less street…Evidently the Public Buss System display the same sentiment. You needn’t to look any further than the printed advertisements posted throughout the interior of the Buss…Ads like, “DO YOU NEED A JOB?”…”Do You Need to learn how to read?”ß(gotta love that one, considering the pun involved)…and “Are you Lost, pregnant, or Scared?”.
Its more than apparent only the misfortunate or downtrodden ever bless the sanctity of the Suffolk Buss System.
So I guess it shouldn’t come to a surprise when I was harassed by a couple of police officers at 2:30 in the morning…
You See, I had to work until 12:30 at my job, and the busses dare not venture out past 8PM..So I was stranded at work with my only recourse was to walk the distance home..(All 23miles of it)…. And about a third way into my venture(at the Intersection of route25, and route112,for anyone living in CoramJ) , I noticed a cruiser slow down beside me, then the officer proceeded flash a spotlight in my face. Disorienting to say the least, but even as skeptical as I am, I figured then the officer was merely doing his job, so I pressed on. That is, until a completely different cruiser came up and did the same thing, shine this big ol’ spotlight in my face. At this Point I was annoyed as well as confused..Was I jaywalking? Did I look dangerous?
It wasn’t until the third cruiser that shined a spotlight in my face, that I decided to stop walking. The Officer proceeded to yell out, in this tough voice that he probably practiced hours in a mirror.. “What’s Your Name!?!?”….Now I know I should have just answered him directly, but being the smartass that I am I could resist….”What seems to be the problem officer?J” …. “I said!!!! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!?!” ß(Obviously, this monkey has seen Full metal jacket once to many times.)..So I reply with a simple, “why?”
So Then the officer becomes enraged..”Y-YOU WANNA BUST MY BALLS? HUH?!!? YOU WANNA--!!” He then proceeds to hit the gas and screech his cruiser in front of me, kicks the door open, and comes stomping towards…And Since cops hunt in packs, I hadn’t noticed that the two other cruisers had came back, one behind me, and the third on the other side. So there I was boxed in the middle of cop cars and on a street in the middle of nowhere.. No one to be seen for miles. So The main cop orders me to present some ID, through the grit of his teeth, with his veins poppin out, lookin’ like the cover of ‘Scanners’…
So I sighed, and head for my backpack. At that moment all three officers shine a flash light on my hands and unclip their guns from their holsters…It was then that I realized that I could be in deep shit…Here I was, in the middle of nowhere, with three cops out to prove a point…(I immediately thought about the Diallo Case, and decided I wasn’t going to be a notch on some cops holster, so I took it nice and slow)….. I showed the Pig my papers, he apparently was put off that they weren’t immigration papers. He then proceeds to explain to me “They were looking for someone.” Yeah, and I’m sure a heavyset Hispanic, with a green nautical jacket, blue skateboard ß (don’t ask), and black horn rimmed glasses, fit the description to a “T”.
He shoved the Id back in my hand, and murmured something to the effect of “Watch It”
He was obviously turned off by the fact that I spoke my ‘enggglweesh’ rather well, and hurried off into his car when he caught me scanning his his badge for his name….
Its funny, you forget about things like race on the Internet…Here, online line,. I’m known as “OrtizanimationZ”.. Some wiseass that knows how to make nice flash movies…. Nothing more Nothing less……. But Out here in the real world its reassuring to know that Society and the Law are here to remind you…….
Despite to contrary belief, the real gangsters, are the ones in uniform….
OrtizanimationZ…………..
