So, I’m sure everyone is well aware of the epic, yet undisclosed battle between the Black male and the N.Y.P.D (or any police department for that matter). Due to the powers of hip-hop, movies, and other propaganda, it seems that Black males have an innate disgust for the N.Y.P.D (don’t quote me on that, the FEDs follow NoLabels too). Surprisingly, this wasn’t the case for me; I had nothing against police, until it happened. ‘It’ being the first instance that the relationship between the N.Y.P.D and I blossomed (for lack of a better term).
I was pretty young, about 15/16 years old; summertime and we were headed to a par-tay! Being young and naïve I didn’t see anything wrong with mobbing with about 12 other dudes, all dressed in over sized jeans, durags (some 2-tone to match their outfits lol), big fitted caps and jerseys. Oh yeah, did I mention we were in the suburbs of Staten Island? (I already said I was naïve so don’t shake your head at me) I guess after that tidbit of information, you could probably finish the story off yourself, but don’t, let me. So we all head to the party, party hard, now we’re heading home.
We’re walking home, bragging/lying about the numbers we got and whatnot. Then it happened: BWOOP BWOOP! The red and blue lights go off and block us off in the middle of the street. A few scatter, I was one of the 3 that didn’t get away. Cops ask for I.D. and claim that they received some complaints about us making noise or whatever. Next thing I know, I’m in cuffs for “Blocking Vehicular Traffic” a.k.a “Walking in the street”. That fast I went from smiling and laughing with friends to handcuffed and sitting in the precinct.
After my parents came and picked me up, I couldn’t understand why my mother and sisters were crying so much. I just kept thinking, at least I didn’t go to jail. It didn’t hit me until after everything happened, just how scary a situation like that is, to be at the mercy of the justice system, where anything can happen. This situation taught me a few things:
1. Rollin’ deep is a no-no
2. Run as soon as you hear that sound
3. Most important, take that friggin’ two tone durag off!
6 comments:
I definitely understand a situation like that from experience.The older we get, the more we have to evaluate certain situations/scenarios..BTW its 2011, those two tone durags shouldnt even be on sale! haha
Yea you're absolutely right...you sound like you got it all figured out already, go spread the good word lol
in regards to the 2-tone durags: durags are for grooming purposes only, shldnt be a fashion statement! lol
i love a man in a two tone durag! sike nah. good story tho. i heart this lil bloG already!!
CooL,
I roll with the "boys" for now But, mobbn late night in S.I. is a red flag, but we live and learn and I say du-rags are no different from fez hats or (yamakas(spell check) listen to lupe fiasco handcuff freestyle, good story. Peace
CooL,
I roll with the "boys" for now But, mobbn late night in S.I. is a red flag, but we live and learn and I say du-rags are no different from fez hats or (yamakas(spell check) listen to lupe fiasco handcuff freestyle, good story. Peace
I'm going to have to disagree with that one...fez hats and yamakas have much more cultural significance than a durag...durags are essentially for your hair...fez hats were initially for civil officials and yamakas were a way for jews to recognize one another...i dont think a durag compares to that :-/
love lupe tho...
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