September 12, 2006

Hassles from The Man

Something mildly strange happened the other day: I was cycling across town in a completely normal and inconspicuous manner when I was suddenly questioned by a policeman while waiting at a crossing. He started asking me if it was my bike, where I got it from, if I had the keys etc.; I answered all his questions and he gave me the "please go away" hand signal, which I took to mean that I was off the hook. I just can't help thinking - why? Because I'm a foreigner, did he assume that my bike was stolen? Even though my bike is a pile of ass that no-one would ever bother to steal? Either way, I got to feel briefly like a repressed minority! Now I can understand what all those NWA songs are about! A young brutha got it bad coz I'm white!

Still busy...end of term rapidly approaching + increasing amount of teaching work = aneurysms aplenty. Next week is my birthday though, yippee. Don't know what I'll be doing, don't really care just so long as it involves drinking substantial quantities of beer.


an observer September 13, 2006 2:03 AM  

You should have just carried the registration I gave you and whipped it out! Just kidding.

Glad the bike is serving you well. It's definitely on its last legs.

Have a happy birthday next week! Yours is actually quite close to mine...

Jonathan September 13, 2006 10:12 PM  

Very well played, my brutha.

This actually happened to a pal of mine who was here at Yamasa for a couple of months. He's Taiwanese but looks just like a Japanese guy. He was stopped twice--on two consecutive days.*

What is it about these checks, I wonder. What is it? I'm black and I ain't been stopped yet. Well, a friend did say that Japan is like Bizarro America.

Can't we all just get along?

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