I fit the description….

[GMDino]

(09-25-2016, 03:15 PM)Nebuchadnezzar Wrote: I Fit The Description...

I was driving my pickup truck in the OTR back in 2001 making a late night delivery to a print shop. I pulled off of Central Parkway onto another street then turned down a back street and parked the truck. Instantly, I was blocked by three police cars, one in front, one behind and one along side with those bright lights shinning in my face. 

A police officer walked up to the side of my truck and about 5 feet away he had his hand on his gun saying, "Put your hands on the steering wheel and don't move". Of course, I didn't move and I told him my liscense and insurance were in my arm rest. He told me to "Get out of the truck and keep your hands where I can see them". I opened the car door, got out and had my hands up...I knew I was going to die, I just knew it.

The officer said "You fit the description of those who like to come down here and buy drugs. There was an accident earlier tonight where a white guy was driving a pickup truck and hit a lady crossing the street then took off. We're you in an accident earlier tonight?"

I said, "No, I'm down here making a delivery to that business right there. Here's the package, my clip board with the address and you can call my dispatcher on the CB to confirm everywhere I've been today".

Then the officer asked to search my truck and I said "Go ahead". That's when one of the guys working for the business came out and asked what was going on. As I was handcuffed, sitting on the curb I said, "your package is right there on the hood, ask this police officer if you can take it, sign the clip board, print your name and put the time down for me please. Also, could you call my dispatcher and let him know I'm being detained by the police?"

After about 20 minutes, the police officer finally said I could go and I radioed in to my dispatcher to tell him the package was delivered and that I was done for the day. After a 15 hour day of messing with Cincinnati traffic, I was ready to go home.

Another night I was busting ass up Johnson Fork Road in Indiana on my way home. I was pulled over by a police officer and thought I was going to get a ticket. I was told to get out of the truck and that "I fit the description of someone who eluded another police officer not that long ago.

After about 30 minutes, another police car pulled up and automatically the other police officer said, "That's not him" and I was sent on my way with a warning of "Slow down".

I wonder, is this racial profiling?

If they were looking for a white guy who matched your description driving a truck...maybe.  If all they had was "white guy in a truck"...yes.

In the first example that's outrageous that you were handcuffed after you presented all your info and after the owners of the business you were delivering to came out.

Wonder how they would have treated you if you said they could NOT search your vehicle?