It’s a true story, and it may change the way you think about police and race. Then again, you may already understand the lessons that others have to learn. Any way you slice it, though, it’s a harrowing incident.
He began to bark commands to me. He told me to open the center console so he could see the firearm. I did so slowly and loudly announcing each movement I was making.
He then told me to pick up the pistol “by the trigger guard with your thumb and forefinger.” At that time, believe it or not, I literally didn’t know what the word “forefinger” meant. So I hesitated and told him I didn’t know which finger he meant. That set him off even more and he began to scream at me to “do it now” then he said “don’t move” then he screamed again to “do it now” or he was “going to shoot me in the face.” He was also using various profanities but I don’t even remember what all he said.
I offered to allow him to handcuff me through the window and retrieve the firearm himself because I told him his instructions were confusing me. He did not calm down but at least he clarified that forefinger means index finger. I’d had simply never heard that before. I told him I was going to follow his commands but that I was terrified he was going to shoot me. He told me I was right to be scared because if I didn’t do exactly as he said he was going to shoot me.