On a quiet night, Lieutenant Brad Thompson patrolled a deserted road in his police cruiser, his mind filled with distorted views of society, shaped by years of prejudice and misinformation. As he drove, he spotted a black sedan parked on the side of the road. Without hesitation, he decided to approach the vehicle, unaware that its occupant was an undercover FBI agent.
Brad pulled up behind the sedan and activated his patrol car’s lights. He stepped out, his hand resting near his holster—a habit born from years of ingrained suspicion. As he approached the driver’s side window, he saw a man sitting calmly in the driver’s seat. Marcus Johnson, the FBI agent, was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the interaction. He knew from experience that these encounters could be unpredictable, especially given his skin color.
Brad reached the window, his posture rigid and authoritative. He tapped on the glass with his flashlight, signaling Marcus to roll it down. As the window lowered, Brad’s demeanor shifted subtly, his eyes narrowing as he took in….Read Full Story Here…………
