Traffic infraction or not. We discuss how to keep each other safe, what to do, what to say, while slowly realizing it makes no difference if my skin color is already criminalized.
FWIW, I
totally believe this.
I absolutely know based on my own experience, that being a white woman gives me latitude in police stops. Heck.... I was once stopped speeding on I-80. (I absolutely was speeding-- like nearly everyone.) I handed the policeman my driver's license. I-80 was at the time a BIG corridor for meth traffic by hispanics. Now... your looking at my image and saying... uhmmm sooo.... But the cop seems my first name and pauses..... He says "Lucia Margarita..... Interesting name..." I know exactly what he means....
So I say, "Yes. My grandmother was Cuban and I was born in El Salvador. So my parents picked that name" But he sees the white skin. White. Very white.... He looks around the car. But you know... I'm white. Very white.
Does he ask to search the car? Nope. Does he escalate in anyway. Nope. Of course not. 'Cuz I'm white.
He asked, why are you in such a rush? I said: I work in Iowa. My husband lives in Illinois. I want to get there. So he says, "I wish my wife was speeding to see me." So obviously, my story is not a story of any sort of danger or trauma.
The smoothness of the stop, the lack of threat absolutely, totally, completely would not have happened in quite such a friendly way if I were not so totally white.
Well... I did get a ticket. But honestly, he looked like he wished he didn't have to write it.
So why do I know it wouldn't have happened if I were darker? When I was a kid, we would frequently have family friends from Guatemala or El Salvador visit, and I can assure you we knew this wouldn't happen to them. They were more or less white-- but not Irish-Scots-English-UK looking white like me. They might have olive complexions. They didn't "match" the appearance of the UK background family. They had accents.
It made a difference. Abso. Freakin'. Lutely. And I know it. I've seen it and have since I was 6 and we moved here.
Also: FWIW. When I was 7, the boys nicknamed me "peeltan" which meant that the color had peeled off. It was nowhere near the problem actually being brown would have been. (Also, eventually the boys forgot the nickname.) But I was
entirely aware that color mattered in the town where I grew up. Our town was very white, but even a small amount of color, or being associated with color mattered a lot.