I got chills when I read this story since I worked in group home facilities with young autistic adults for 7 years during the 1990's. The residents we helped were African-American/ Latino males. My staff comprised of mostly athletes from the local college, African-American, Samoan, real big dudes.. I am Caucasian.
This story brought back memories of one particular incident that happened in Newport, Oregon on a Saturday night . After a nice dinner, we were walking with the guys down the main drag in Newport on a Saturday night where all the bars are on one side of the street and the harbor with all the fishing boats are on the other side. So we walked up the bar side of the street and then crossed and walked down the harbor side on the way back to the van.
People were friendly and jovial, greeting us as they passed by. Everything was copacetic until it was time to go back to the van. One of the residents dropped to the ground and sat against a fence, refusing to budge as he was blocking the sidewalk. From past experience and training, the staff knew to back off and give him space while keeping an eye on him, as I kept "lookout" for any unsuspecting "Good Samaritan's" who might offer to help, plus any rabble-rowers, since it was a Saturday night.
Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, I spot this "Starsky and Hutch" car cruising towards us, making a U-turn right in the middle of traffic and stopping , double,parked in traffic. As the man on the passages side got out, I see him reach into the car and as he stands , he slips something behind his back. Immediately, I alert my staff to back away and show your hands as I point to the two men approaching in a ready to strike posture. I slowly pulled my badge and ID out of my top pocket and slowly approached them, talking calmly as I would talk calmly to my residents, explaining what was going on.
I didn't know if these guys were plain clothes cops or what, I didn't see any badges. But the fear in the eyes of my staff members stays with me..The resident sitting on the sidewalk got up after they left.
The next time this happened, it was with uniformed officers, who were walking the residents trough the neighborhood. I guess some new neighbors were alarmed seeing a group of black men walking through the neighborhood. LEO "should've" known who these guys were, but apparently they didn't. I wasn't with them this time since at was in a meeting at the office. These were the days before cell phones..luckily, and understanding neighbor called the office and told us what was going down.
Two cop cars, four cops, guns drawn..Apparently, when the cops demanded the resident take his hands out of his pockets, the resident did not comply, because he didn't understand. By the time, my boss and I got there, the neighbors had filled the police in to what was happening, and the guns were away. We all went back to the house. The next week, we had a meeting with the LEO,