After I explained what had just happened on the street, Dad consoled me and said it wasnât my fault. From then on, being stopped and searched became a regular occurrence â at least 10 times. I never had to be told not to trust the police, it was just the way things were.
When my career took off, my life changed. For the first time I had some of the finer things. As a black man dressing smartly and driving nice cars, I was stopped by police more and more often. What did that 10-year-old boy have in common with the man I was becoming in the eyes of these officers? Being black.