g*d damn racial profiling -
How in the hell could they tell the registration was bad? If his driving is
fine they should not have any reason to run a check.
They see a scruffy looking black man driving through BH in a nice car and
decide to run a check on the license - as far as I know there is nothing on
the outside of a car that gives any info on the registration - if the tabs
are good then there's nothing wrong.
So, there is no way for them to know - from the outside of the car - that
Kenny's license is suspended. Obviously there wasn't anything wrong with
the registration because the cop never mentioned it again (according to his
story). The issue was then his license suspension - not the registration.
They have too much power.
MEK
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11/06/03 10:36 AM Subject: RE: (313) J.A.N.
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in the UK we would say "What a bunch of c u next tuesdays!" :)
-----Original Message-----
From: Greg Earle [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: Thu 06/11/2003 15:13
To: [email protected]
Cc:
Subject: (313) J.A.N. (was: Re: (313) KDJ
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
> "It's been proven in history
> no matter what I do or what I become
> I'll always be J.A.N in this country....
> AMERIKA
> (This planet's greatest thief)
> signed - Just Another Nigga"
Reading this reminded me of something that just happened
yesterday:
Kenny Larkin got pulled over by the cops in Beverly Hills for
no reason.
(Just hours before his comedy showcase at the Laugh
Factory!!!)
I'll let Kenny pick up the tale from here (apologies to those
on Friendster):
"I'm on Santa Monica Boulevard in a brand new white Mercedes
Benz CLK 320,
that my friend let me keep for a week while she's out of
town. I've driven
this route almost every day in my own cars (BMW, Porsche),
and never had a
problem. But, guess what happens? I get pulled over by the
Beverly Hills
Police!!
I'm shocked because I wasn't speeding, traffic is heavy, my
seatbelt is on,
blah, blah... The cop approaches the car and says, "Your
driving is fine,
but I don't know about the registration. Can I see a copy of
your insurance,
registration, and driver's license?" I say, "Well, this
isn't my car.
A friend let me borrow it for the week. She didn't leave her
registration,
or insurance with me. Oh, here it is, and here is my
license." Now, mind
you, I'm wearing sweaty, workout clothes. I have on a black
skull cap, and
I'm totally unshaven. To him, I'm lookin' like, well... you
get the picture.
He goes back to his bike to check everything, while I'm
chillin' in the car.
Ten minutes go by, and I look in my rear view mirror to see
what's taking so
long. When I look up again, I see this paddy wagon pull up
behind me!!! The
other cop gets out, confers with his colleague for another 10
minutes. I'm
thinking, what's going on? So, finally the dude walks back
to the car and
says, ``What's your social security number?'', I said
``Why?'' He says,
``Your driving privledges are suspended in the State of
California. You have
a warrant out for your arrest from San Bernadino county
stemming from an
unpaid speeding ticket you received last year. They sent you
a notice to
appear, and you didn't, so..... Step out of the car, place
your hands behind
your head.'' I almost passed out on the spot!!!
Boy, I wish there was someone there taking a picture, just so
I could see the
look on my face when that cop put those handcuffs on me in
front of full-on
rush hour traffic. For those who don't know me, I am the
squarest man you
will ever know. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do
drugs. But, here I
am in the back of a paddy wagon about to go to jail, on the
biggest nite of
my comedy career!! Who did I screw over in my previous
life?? I'm sitting
in the back of the paddy wagon, while they search my friend's
car, and I'm
hoping she doesn't have anything in her car that might
"complicate" matters,
but they find nothing. So, they take me to JAIL, and book
me, fingerprint me,
take mug shots, put me in prison overalls, the whole nine...
I'm in shock by
this time, because I learn that if I don't make bail ($5,000
cash), I will be
staying with them for 2 days, and then transported up to San
Bernadino to
their jail, until my court date. ``What! But I have a show
in 3 hours!''
``Not if you don't make bail buddy.'' So, I had to call my
parents, who both
flew in from Alabama, and Michigan to see their son perform
at this world
famous comedy club, to bail me out of jail."
A year ago, the same thing happened to me. I got pulled over
for speeding
and, it turned out, due to an unpaid parking ticket in SF (!)
from years
ago, I'd actually had my license suspended (and didn't know
about it, 'cos
they sent it to my previous address and the forwarding had
long since expired)
and I, too, had a warrant for my arrest.
Did I get carted off to jail? Did I get fingerprinted, mug
shot'ed, put
in prison overalls like Kenny Larkin did?
No. I got sent home on my own recognizance.
I'm disgusted at what happened to Kenny. Only in Amerika.
- Greg (J.[ust] A.[nother] [P.rivileged] W.[hiteboy])
