I have been stopped before for speeding in my black Mercedes S550. I have a disabled card displayed and I look like Polly Purebread. The officer that stopped me did not approach me with caution or his hand on his gun. I apologized profusely and told him my disability was for a lead right foot. He did not ask me to keep my hands on the steering wheel. He just asked for my DL, proof of insurance and registration. I had at least 8 different expired insurance cards and finally found the current one. He reduced the ticket and sent me on my way.
Conversely, my son was driving my 2004 Mercedes E320, had a hoodie on, was driving slouched with me in the front passenger seat, at night. The cop pulled us over for supposed speeding however we had just entered onto the road. The cop approached from the back passenger side and was shocked to see me sitting there by the look on his face. I was ill at the time on oxygen and tired and I gave this young cop a raft of *advertiser censored* and then asked for his supervisor because we did nothing wrong. He had profiled my son, and IMO assumed he was black, a dealer or something.
That was a tiny, tiny taste of what I felt was total injustice towards my blonde, blue eyed son who was going through his "gangsta" phase. I cannot imagine being the mother of a black son and trying to explain the rationale for that stereotypical behavior, along with all the other lessons we try and teach our kids.
Please know I am addressing a broader issue here. I hope I have not insulted anyone as that is not my intent.