“Think you’re clever, sweetheart? Just cooperate and keep quiet.”
I maintained my composure.
“I’m cooperating. I’m simply asking for your names and the reason for this stop.”
The older officer angrily tossed my documents onto the roof of my car.
“Get out.”
“On what grounds?”
“I said get out!”
I reached toward my phone on the passenger seat, intending to record the encounter.
Before I could touch it, the younger officer yanked open my door and grabbed my wrist.
“Put that away!”
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