Racial profiling in California: … I used to get stopped leaving Pleasanton, Calif., late at night in Nandi, the 1981 Buick Century we used to drive. The regular pretext was a blinking taillight, but we usually fit several of the CHP “indicators” of possible drug trafficking on the list in the article — “mismatched occupants,” fast-food wrappers, receipts, maps and coins. Out of the seven or so times I’ve been stopped, I was ticketed once for speeding (and truthfully, I was exceeding the speed limit coming down the hill on eastbound I-580 into Dublin, Calif.). I’ve had the good fortune never to have been arrested.

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