twenty years ago I was a white guy living in ferguson, mo. first day home out of the navy. went for a jog. on the way home the cop pulled over, asked me to get in. I didn't know what was up. I was still in warrior mode. I had a service related sweatshirt on and my hair was still high and tight. I thought he needed help. he drove on and at one point told me to turn right. a few seconds later the radio squawked it wasn't me. he pulled over and let me out. I was confounded. told some folks. they replied matter of factly that I was in a "rolling line up". golly, if who ever eyeballed me woulda said I was the one...this was twenty years ago when ferguson was primarily white.
dozens of times I have been pulled over by the cops in the city of st. Louis. it seems they just want to know what the white guy in the late model car is up to. happily, they never needed a fall guy.
oh the woes of looking like criminals.