Yesterday in the news room, we were all talking about how a police car was stopped in the McDonald's parking lot Tuesday evening. I happened to be at McDonald's that night, and saw about five Shelbyville police cars surround this one police car that was apparently pulled over because the driver was wearing orange -- he looked like a convict.
We were discussing this yesterday and it made me think of when I was pulled over on Thanksgiving day in Alabama for no reason. I told my co-workers about my story. My husband and I were driving through the map dot town of Snead, Ala., on our way back to Tennessee. We had spent the day with his family in Walnut Grove, Ala., just outside of Snead.
We were pulled over for nothing other than my Jeep having New York license plates (I spent the summer in NY with my family, purchased my Jeep there, and haven't put TN tags on it yet). As the trooper approached my Jeep he looked scared to death of what or who he might find in the vehicle. The trooper was very cautious as he talked to us for awhile. He made sure the vehicle wasn't stolen, and made sure we didn't have weapons or drugs before letting us drive away.
Later that day, staff writer Clint Confher told me that years ago when he worked in some other area in the South he'd check police reports daily. He said officers were required to check off a person's ethnic background after issuing a traffic ticket. So on court day, the judge would see the report showing him that so and so number of hispanics, African americans, caucasians, eskimos, etc., had been pulled over.
Eskimos? In the South, I asked Clint?
Eskimo was code for all the damn yankees speeding on southern roads where Clint worked.
Having moved to the South from NY five years ago I have been called a lot of things...but never an Eskimo!