Tonight as I was walking home from campus (four blocks south on Telegraph, six blocks west on Dwight) I was stopped, frisked and had my id run by five officers in at least three cruisers and a larger Ford Explorer-type vehicle.
I was on the northeast corner of Shattuck and Dwight, stopped and waiting for the crosswalk signal, when a cruiser – without its lights on – quickly swerved into the small off-street parking and came to a stop about six feet from where I stood. I was surprised and gave a quick look around to see if something seemed to be going on nearby. The street was next to empty and quiet. I was standing still, with my sleeping bag (in its bag) sitting on the ground next to me, while I checked my phone for text messages. The officer approached me.
“Have you seen anybody acting weird around here?” He asked. The tone of his voice and the swift, yet non-confrontational, way with which he approached me did not immediately cause alarm. I looked around and replied that I had not, asked him how the man had been behaving and informed him that I hadn’t really seen anyone on my walk. I told him that I’d just walked all the way down from Telegraph. He then informs me that it had been someone who “fit my description, is all.” My hand had been in my front pocket, and he asked me to remove it. It was at this point that I realized that I was, indeed, his target and potentially guilty of having, at some point during the evening “act[ed] weird.” He then asked me if he could search me, to which I assented.
He asked me to take off my bag and put my cigarette on the ground (I took one more drag) and as I did he grabbed my elbows and worked his hands down my forearm sleeves, feeling, I’m guessing, for one of those spring-loaded gun popper-outers like in Taxi Driver. He then placed my hands together palm-to back, and secured them with a tight grip. For a moment I thought that he’d actually cuff me. In the time it took for this to occur I noticed another cruiser sped up along his and another had pulled up silently behind me. Somehow a rather large black cop had managed to take position directly behind me. Out of two separate nowheres came the SUV looking vehicle with an array of antennae, lit up on the inside by various computer screens and a husky blonde woman cop who, after the first cop asked to remove my wallet (to which I assented), handed it to the woman who began asking me questions.
Was I still in Albany? No. I live at XXXX Dwight Way.
Where was I headed? Home, to XXXX Dwight Way.
The officer searching me kicked my legs further apart.
The questioning officer, holding my student ID in her hand, asked me if I went to school. I told her I did.
Really? What program are you in? The Ph.D. program in English.
A very tall white officer approached swiftly, turned to the first officer and stated, with the inflection of a question “Joshua Anderson?” Who said yes. I said yes as well.
Where are you coming from where are you going? Sproul Plaza on Campus to XXXX Dwight Way.
He informed me that someone thought that I’d been following them, that “every time they turned, you turned.” I’d turned once – right on Dwight from Telegraph. I went from a weirdo to a person-following weirdo.
They were done running my ID. The woman handed it to me and said “thanks for your time.”
I took it and left.