STOPPED BY COPS
“I was walking up Seventh Avenue, just shy of 14th street. I was about 17 and going home from my job. I worked at Biscayne Federal Bank after school. The bank had a kitchen, and I washed the dishes. A police officer gets out of his car. He didn’t say anything. He came up and pushed me against a wall, frisked me, then asked what I was doing walking over here after dark. Then he got into his car and left. I never got a chance to respond. I remember standing there feeling like my dignity had been taken with no explanation. I would have felt better about that incident had I gotten some sort of dialogue. I had not had any encounters with police.
STOPPED BY COPS
“I’m the first generation in my family to go to college, and if I wanted to do nothing else, I wanted to make my mom happy. I was living for my parents, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to go to work and not have to put on steel-toe boots. And here I am in Atlanta, I have finally grown to a particular level of affluence. I wasn’t making a lot of money, but I was a college kid, wearing a suit, driving a nice BMW going to work everyday. Can’t beat that. I would leave my house, drive up Highway 78, the Stone Mountain area, grab some coffee, go to work. So on this particular morning, there’s a cop who’s rustling up this homeless guy outside the gas station where I was filling up. I’m shaking my head, the cop looks at me. This homeless guy is there every morning. I get in my car and on to the expressway. The police officer comes shooting up behind me. I doing 65, 70. He gets up behind me, I notice he’s following me. I get in one lane, he gets in the lane, I get in another lane, he gets in that lane. He finally flips his lights on, he comes up to the car. I’ve been pulled over for speeding before, I know the drill. Got my hands up here, don’t want to get shot, and I think he’s going to say what I’ve heard before: ‘License and registration, please.’ He says ‘Get out of the car!’ and he reaches in and grabs me by my shirt. He says, ‘So you’re a smart ass, huh?’ Finally he says, ‘License and registration.’ I tell him it’s in the car. He says, ‘Get it for me!’ He goes back to his car, comes back and asks, ‘So where did you get the car from?’ I say ‘It’s a friend of mine’s.” He says, ‘Is it stolen? What are you doing driving your friend’s car?’ I finally asked, ‘Is there a reason you stopped me? You followed me, what’s up, man?’ He says, ‘I’m going to let you go with a warning, but if you see me doing what I’ve got to do for my job, don’t you ever f---ing worry about it.”
STOPPED BY COPS
“I was driving home from the doctor’s office a few years ago at about 10 in morning and was stopped by Metro-Dade Police. Someone had broken into a house, and I just happened to pass by. I was in a green pickup truck, a Dodge Dakota. There was no other description, just a ‘black male.’ They assumed I was the getaway car. Four or five policemen all circled me, asked me to put my hands out of the window. I gave them my government ID and I told them where I worked. That wasn’t good enough. They wanted my driver’s license. One officer said to another, ‘I don’t think this is the guy.’ But the other officer said to hold me there.
STOPPED BY COPS
“I was a freshman in college, home for the summer. Two friends — both African American — and I were in the car of my friend’s mother, which happened to be a Lexus. We were coming from South Beach. We detoured through the Gables — one of my friends went to Coral Gables Senior High and knew a shortcut. We got pulled over — no speeding, no illegal lane change, just old-fashioned ‘looks out of place.’ We were asked for ID. And even though it was clear we had no criminal records, he made us sweat it out far longer than a normal traffic stop. He said: ‘There have been some break-ins in this neighborhood.’ That was supposed to justify the stop. Then two or three other officers showed up, as if we were a flight risk. We were cooperating, hands at 10 and 2, but here we are surrounded for a traffic stop.”
BY PAULA DOCKERY
As a lifelong Republican and a legislator for many years, I have seen a disturbing change in the Republican Party of Florida, its policies and its tone. I’m particularly troubled by the willingness, if not deliberate strategy, to twist the truth.
BY DWIGHT BULLARD
The silence scares me.
MIAMI-DADE PUBLIC SCHOOLS
BY T. WILLARD FAIR
The research is clear that teachers are the most significant in-school factor affecting student achievement. Yet, across the country, we see a persistent and shameful pattern, whereby low-income students of color are far more likely to have the least experienced and least effective teachers.
MICHAEL BROWN SHOOTING
BY JOY-ANN REID
If you’ve never feared the police — if you don’t get a dull ache in the pit of your stomach when you see red and blue flashing lights, even when you know you’re not doing anything wrong — consider yourself lucky.
BY STEVE BOUSQUET
Gov. Rick Scott on Monday ramped up an asphalt agenda, calling for more lanes on Interstate 295 in Jacksonville and millions more for airports and seaports.
BY THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
Hillary Clinton recently reignited the who-lost-Syria debate when she suggested that President Barack Obama made a mistake in not intervening more forcefully early in the Syrian civil war by arming the pro-democracy rebels. I’ve been skeptical about such an intervention — skeptical that there were enough of these “mainstream insurgents,” skeptical that they could ever defeat President Bashar Assad’s army and the Islamists and govern Syria.
BY MICHAEL PUTNEY
Why can’t political corruption prosecutors win convictions in South Florida? The U.S. Attorney’s office is 0-2 in recent months, failing to win guilty verdicts against mayors Michael Pizzi of Miami Lakes and Julio Robaina of Hialeah. Two big fish in the political corruption pool who are now swimming free.
In My Opinion
By Leonard Pitts Jr.
BY DOYLE MCMANUS
There are two words every president, including Barack Obama, hates to hear: “lame duck.”
ROBIN WILLIAMS’ DEATH
BY ANDREA BARROCAS GOTTLIEB
Just like a cold, suicide can be contagious.
BY JEANNE BAKER AND JULIA DAWSON
As with people, cities can learn from their mistakes or from the mistakes of others. The latter option is preferable. The recent events in Ferguson, a suburb of St. Louis, Mo., can be instructive for any American city.
BY CARLOS ALBERTO MONTANER
The Yazidis, 700,000 of them, are at risk of being murdered. The criminal militants of the Islamic State — that bloodthirsty entity that has suddenly emerged in the Middle East — have already killed several hundred. The number is not higher because the Yazidis fled and hid. The Muslims liquidate them and sometimes rape the women before slitting their throats.
BY EMILY MELLO
One child enthusiastically dives into a pile of colorful ribboned wires and begins to twist and bend them into different shapes, while a boy with his arms crossed stares down blankly. A teaching artist spots the pout and approaches him by putting a simple dome on the table and asks if he will help her to add to it. He reluctantly begins by curving one strip into a circle and soon his hesitation disappears.
BY MARY SANCHEZ
Americans had spent days watching round-the-clock coverage of the escalating tensions in Ferguson, Missouri when President Obama acknowledged that we are “deeply disturbed” by the situation.
BY CYNTHIA M. ALLEN
Convert to Islam, pay a religious levy or die.
RACE FOR GOVERNOR
BY HELEN AGUIRRE FERRÉ
Among the candidates running to lead the state of Florida, two share the title of governor and in a very real sense are both running for reelection. Democrat Charlie Crist and Republican Rick Scott are in a tight race which will likely be determined in Miami-Dade County.