Hey everyone sorry for my lack of posting, February was such a crazy month for me, and along with the begining of March. So let me start with last Friday when my friend Kristine, Martisol, and I went bowling down at the Neonopolis. We had a great time bowling, even though we all really sucked at it :) . After two games of playing, and Kristine winning twice in a row we decided to go on the strip in my car to eat at the Fashion Show Mall. After eating their we decided it was pretty late enough, only around 10:00pm really, but for some reason we were all really tired so I decided to drop Kristine and Martisol off at home. About 30 minutes from where we had originally started off at the strip I made a wrong turn and ended up in North Las Vegas. Realising that we were seriously lost Kristine suggested that I get into the left lane, and when we hit the main street again. So as I put my left blinker on and started to get over, all of a sudden we see this brown taurus speed up beside us, and were like what ever. So I speed and try to get over, as we were getting closer to main street all I hear is this small police siren, but see no lights. The police siren went off, and we just ignored it and I finally got over because I figured it was an ambulance coming that I could not see. Then I finally see flashing lights in a un~marked police car, who also looked liked he was about to run me down if I didnt get over quickly. So I got over onto this resedential neighberhood, rolled down my window, and the police officer says “Did you realize you cut us off ?” I said no, because my windows are extremly black, and had been retinted before. Not to mention the street lights were half off. So I give him my drivers liscence, he goes back to his car while another officer steps out of the vehicle rolls my window down all the way, unlocks my door, swings the door open like a monkey who has just found food on a deserted island, pulls me out the car, puts my hands in a backwards prayer pose and slams me on the car. Does a partial strip search on me asking me ridculous questions like, “Did you pass the drivers test”, I said yes on the first time. Then he ask” Have you been drinking, smoking weed?’ I said no, then after that he sits me on the ground (remind you that its at least 55 degrees in Nevada at night), and says “cross your legs at the ankles.” Gets my friend Kristine out the passenger side of the car ask her the same things, snatches her phone out her hand and then sat her on the ground next to me, then finally the same officer gets my friend Martisol out of the car, ask her questions but doesent search her. Mean while were all waiting on the concrete while the other officer is still running my lisence, and finds nothing. But still runs it again, while the other officer who searched us ask if I have any guns or drugd in the car, or anything that might be appropriate. I say no and he goes inside my car dumps my purse out, checks under all the mats, then when he is done leaves the doors wide open. Five seconds later he tells Kristine and Martisol they can go back inside the car and get “warm”. The officer who finished running my liscence tells me I can go sit inside my car, he gives me a ticket for 190 dollars for improper lane change, stating that I almost hit his veichle. (Thats a bunch of crap) Tells me that Im free to go, and how we all make mistakes. Im thinking to myself are you for real? I drive off after I put all the things back in my purse. I finally took Martisol and Kristine back home, the whole time we were mostly silent on our drive back home. As I was thinking, and Im sure they were thinking too, what in the Hell just happend? So the next morning I talked to my mom on the phone about it, and she said what the officer did was wrong, and that they were probaly looking for drug dealers (North Las Vegas is noturious for having drug stand offs) and my car fit the “profile”, and since it had “dark tinted windows”. She also told me that she will help me contact the ACLU, and Im also contacting the Police Complaint Center.

Why did they feel as if they needed to search us, or throw myself, and my friends against their car. I mean Im only 5′3, I dont weigh more than 110 pounds, Kristine is only 5′2, and Martisol is at least around 5 1/2 inches tall. The whole situation that night made me have even more lack of respect for the police department in Nevada. It also opened my eyes up to what people have experienced in this country for years, had I been a blonde haired blue eyed caucasian women it would have been a totally complete diffrent situation. But becasue Im black, and above all muslim I must be trying to do something illegal. Salaams