Quote of the Week

Then, I realized something. I was all of four-foot-nothing. He was a six-foot-two cop. He had a police car. He had a baton. He had handcuffs. He had a radio that he could use to call for more policemen with more police cars and more batons. He had a gun. He had bullets. And... he was afraid of me.
--Brian Copeland, Not a Genuine Black Man: Or, How I Claimed My Piece of Ground in the Lily-White Suburbs