Speak Your Piece: Driving While Indian

The officer rapped loudly with a flashlight on the passenger-side window of my car. My 16-year-old, special-needs daughter flung her arms around me like a frightened kitten climbing up my pants leg.

I tried to calm her as I rolled the window down. I could make out no details of the officer because he shined the flashlight in our eyes and the squad car’s flashing lights were blinding.

“What are you doing here? Where are you from? Where are you going? Where are you staying?” the officer demanded in rapid succession.

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