And yet there is no report any such thing was found in the car. Where do you suppose it went?
No warrants, no drugs, no cause to run. We don't have a tox screen. I believe the article said he was 21. If you are parked, you don't get a DUI.
So what is more likely here? The kid panicked or he truly thought the cop merely wanted him to move out of the fire lane?
I think the kid panicked.
My post was about imagining myself in that situation, at that age. The worst possible thing I could do at that point is pull away. One doesn't need to be a Rhodes Scholar to realize that the cop has every reason to question your presence there.
If I hear the cop was clearly making "get the hell out of here" gestures then I'll change my mind on this. Otherwise, this isn't ambiguous - a cop staring directly at you through your side window means "roll down your window and explain yourself", not "we instinctively see your goodness - you have a free pass to disassociate yourself from this confused and dangerous situation."
I don't know what he may have thought was incriminating inside his car, but he didn't have time to poll its occupants and reach a consensus. He only had to think that there was a strong possibility that there was something in his car that would forever change his parents impression of what he was doing outside of the home. At that age, regardless of our own behaviour, we all have associated with
that guy - neighborhood friendships outweigh the normal selection process rearding who you hang out with. You leave them behind eventually, but at that age they are part of your life.
Furthur information could drastically change my instinctive impressions of what went down, but I am certain of two things -
Everyone there who wasn't a cop will side with the kids, and
Each and every cop there was terrified. Guns are plentiful and life is held cheap. If I was a cop in this day and age I'd get a job at Wal-Mart.
My heart goes out to the family - kids like this are precious regardless of race or ethnicity. I blame those cops who have sullied the reputation of their brethren, and I blame the barbaric animals in the drug subculture who have put all cops on the thin edge of panic.
Gasoline, meet Mr. Match. Play nicely, now.