Driving while Black, as seen by a White man
Rev. Dr. David Gushee's observations while riding shotgun with a former student who is pulled over by a police officer
“I was briefly afraid things were going to escalate further. I felt fear for Sam. I remember wondering whether my presence was keeping the situation from getting worse…”
By DAVID GUSHEE, Contributing Writer
Last week I became an inadvertent witness to the experience of ‘driving while Black.’ As a passenger, I witnessed first-hand a very tense encounter between a Black male driver and a black male police officer here in Atlanta. I want to describe what happened as accurately as I can, and invite your analysis along with mine.
My friend Sam (not his real name) graduated from Mercer University’s seminary program and is a long-time Baptist pastor. I was his teacher, and we have been good friends for years. Sam is in his upper-40s, powerfully built, and medium height. He hails from a tough neighborhood in Brooklyn.
On this cold day in Atlanta Sam was wearing a ski cap, scarf, and warm coat over dress pants and shirt. He had picked me up to go out to lunch. I was wearing blue jeans and a sweater. Sam was driving a nondescript white sedan.
Sam was running a bit late and was anxious to make our lunch reservation in north Atlanta. We were on one of Atlanta’s many access roads that run parallel to the interstate. There was no traffic. There was also no visible speed limit posted. Sam was driving too fast, as we discovered when we were pulled over. The officer told Sam that he clocked him going 64 mph in a 45 mph zone.
Every traffic stop is a kind of negotiation because of the troubling discretion that police officers enjoy. One day you might get a warning. The next day you might get no mercy at all. Sam hoped that this negotiation might go well and the officer might let him off or, at least, charge him with a lower speed.
The officer came to the car. Sam sought to be friendly and to establish some rapport. He told the officer that his professor was with him in the car (respectability points!) and that we were late for a lunch appointment. He wondered aloud at the speed he was being charged with but did not push it very hard. The officer seemed to be sizing up the situation. Then he asked rather briskly for Sam’s license and registration.
While the officer went back to his car, Sam told me that he had just been involved in a program at his church teaching young Black males how to relate to the police when stopped. He expressed anger that such classes should be necessary. He talked about how as a Black male you have to manage your voice just right. You have to be sure your hands are up and visible on the steering wheel. You need to be sure your body language does not offend. You can’t look or sound angry. And if you do all of those things maybe it will turn out all right.
Sam also alluded to a terrifying incident when he was 18 when a New York police officer threatened to crack his skull. (A reminder that the concerns being raised by the #BlackLivesMatter movement are old, not new.). All of this reminiscing was possible because, as Sam noted, the officer seemed to be taking an extraordinarily long time. That can’t be good, Sam said.
When the officer finally came back to the car, it did not go well. He told Sam that he was indeed being charged with going 64 in a 45 zone. I saw Sam very subtly shrug his shoulders, bow his head, sigh, and kind of shift his weight to the right. I would interpret this body language as, at most, slight frustration at the bad outcome and the huge fine that was coming. But the officer bristled.
“You got a problem?” he asked.
“No sir,” was Sam’s reply.
“Because I could walk around your car right now and find other violations!”
“I’m not sure what I did that offended you,” Sam said.
“I’m not offended. It’s your body language. Body language means everything to me!”
Sam replied, “I apologize for whatever that was.”
“I wanted to be sure you were paying attention,” the officer said. Then he recited the charges and presented the ticket.
Sam sat as meekly as possible. I was briefly afraid things were going to escalate further. I felt fear for Sam. I remember wondering whether my presence was keeping the situation from getting worse. This made me feel protective, privileged, and awful.
I questioned whether the encounter would have turned out differently if were wearing suits? Sam thinks so. What if the car had been more upscale? What if Sam hadn’t shrugged his shoulders and bowed his head as if that should matter? What if I were driving, instead of Sam? What’s the best interpretation of this situation, one that takes race seriously or one that does not?
Personally, I think race was all over it, even though both major participants were African-Americans. (I have often seen Black authority figures, including police officers, speak quite harshly to Black people in Atlanta. Sam tells me it is routine – about expressing control, and for Black police officers, demonstrating loyalty to badge over race.
I think the officer talked disrespectfully to Sam and probably wouldn’t have done so to me. I think his threat of manufacturing other charges against Sam was wrong and an abuse of power.
This was a minor incident. No blood was shed.
But it is sadly illuminating; part of a broad pattern. And it needs to stop.
Rev. Dr. David Gushee is Distinguished University Professor of Christian Ethics and Director of the Center for Theology and Public Life at Mercer University. He is the author or editor of 20 books in his field, including Righteous Gentiles of the Holocaust, Kingdom Ethics, The Sacredness of Human Life, and Changing Our Mind. He is vice president of the American Academy of Religion and president-elect of the Society of Christian Ethics.
This article courtesy Religion News Service