On Sunday night the cops pulled me over for running a stop sign. The Bad Cop shined a light in my face and bellowed, "Turn your engine off! and put your parking break!" as if I were a wanted drug lord with a murder record. Then The Good Cop came to my driver's side window and got my info.

The creepy part happened after I got the ticket and drove the 100 feet to a parking space in front of my apartment building (the high point of the evening). As soon as I parked I noticed that the cops had followed me, stopped the cop car, turned off their lights, and WATCHED AS I WALKED INTO MY APARTMENT BUILDING.

"Maybe they wanted to make sure that you got home ok," said my mother.

Maybe. But kind of hard to believe.

I hate to think how I might have been treated if I was black and male. I found some information on Internal Affairs, and I filed a complaint.

Just for today, I can challenge authority.