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Because of the Fifth Amendment, no one in the U.S. may legally be forced to testify against himself, and because of the Fourth Amendment, no one’s records or belongings may legally be searched or seized without just cause. However, American police are trained to use methods of deception, intimidation and manipulation to circumvent these restrictions. In other words, cops routinely break the law—in letter and in spirit—in the name of enforcing the law. Several examples of this are widely known, if not widely understood.

1) “Do you know why I stopped you?” Cops ask this, not because they want to have a friendly chat, but because they want you to incriminate yourself. They are hoping you will “voluntarily” confess to having broken the law, whether it was something they had already noticed or not. You may think you are apologizing, or explaining, or even making excuses, but from the cop’s perspective, you are confessing. He is not there to serve you; he is there fishing for an excuse to fine or arrest you. In asking you the familiar question, he is essentially asking you what crime you just committed. And he will do this without giving you any “Miranda” warning, in an effort to trick you into testifying against yourself.

2) “Do you have something to hide?” Police often talk as if you need a good reason for not answering whatever questions they ask, or for not consenting to a warrantless search of your person, your car, or even your home. The ridiculous implication is that if you haven’t committed a crime, you should be happy to be subjected to random interrogations and searches. This turns the concept of due process on its head, as the cop tries to put the burden on you to prove your innocence, while implying that your failure to “cooperate” with random harassment must be evidence of guilt.

3) “Cooperating will make things easier on you.” The logical converse of this statement implies that refusing to answer questions and refusing to consent to a search will make things more difficult for you. In other words, you will be punished if you exercise your rights. Of course, if they coerce you into giving them a reason to fine or arrest you, they will claim that you “voluntarily” answered questions and “consented” to a search, and will pretend there was no veiled threat of what they might do to you if you did not willingly “cooperate.” (Such tactics are also used by prosecutors and judges via the procedure of “plea-bargaining,” whereby someone accused of a crime is essentially told that if he confesses guilt—thus relieving the government of having to present evidence or prove anything—then his suffering will be reduced. In fact, “plea bargaining” is illegal in many countries precisely because it basically constitutes coerced confessions.)

4) “We’ll just get a warrant.” Cops may try to persuade you to “consent” to a search by claiming that they could easily just go get a warrant if you don’t consent. This is just another ploy to intimidate people into surrendering their rights, with the implication again being that whoever inconveniences the police by requiring them to go through the process of getting a warrant will receive worse treatment than one who “cooperates.” But by definition, one who is threatened or intimidated into “consenting” has not truly consented to anything.

5.) We have someone who will testify against you Police “informants” are often individuals whose own legal troubles have put them in a position where they can be used by the police to circumvent and undermine the constitutional rights of others. For example, once the police have something to hold over one individual, they can then bully that individual into giving false, anonymous testimony which can be used to obtain search warrants to use against others. Even if the informant gets caught lying, the police can say they didn’t know, making this tactic cowardly and illegal, but also very effective at getting around constitutional restrictions.

6) “We can hold you for 72 hours without charging you.” Based only on claimed suspicion, even without enough evidence or other probable cause to charge you with a crime, the police can kidnap you—or threaten to kidnap you—and use that to persuade you to confess to some relatively minor offense. Using this tactic, which borders on being torture, police can obtain confessions they know to be false, from people whose only concern, then and there, is to be released.

7) “I’m going to search you for my own safety.” Using so-called “Terry frisks” (named after the Supreme Court case of Terry v. Ohio, 392 U.S. 1), police can carry out certain limited searches, without any warrant or probable cause to believe that a crime has been committed, under the guise of checking for weapons. By simply asserting that someone might have a weapon, police can disregard and circumvent the Fourth Amendment prohibition on unreasonable searches.

U.S. courts have gone back and forth in deciding how often, and in what circumstances, tactics like those mentioned above are acceptable. And of course, police continually go far beyond anything the courts have declared to be “legal” anyway. But aside from nitpicking legal technicalities, both coerced confessions and unreasonable searches are still unconstitutional, and therefore “illegal,” regardless of the rationale or excuses used to try to justify them. Yet, all too often, cops show that to them, the Fourth and Fifth Amendments—and any other restrictions on their power—are simply technical inconveniences for them to try to get around. In other words, they will break the law whenever they can get away with it if it serves their own agenda and power, and they will ironically insist that they need to do that in order to catch “law-breakers” (the kind who don’t wear badges).

Of course, if the above tactics fail, police can simply bully people into confessing—falsely or truthfully—and/or carry out unconstitutional searches, knowing that the likelihood of cops having to face any punishment for doing so is extremely low. Usually all that happens, even when a search was unquestionably and obviously illegal, or when a confession was clearly coerced, is that any evidence obtained from the illegal search or forced confession is excluded from being allowed at trial. Of course, if there is no trial—either because the person plea-bargains or because there was no evidence and no crime—the “exclusionary rule” creates no deterrent at all. The police can, and do, routinely break the law and violate individual rights, knowing that there will be no adverse repercussions for them having done so.

Likewise, the police can lie under oath, plant evidence, falsely charge people with “resisting arrest” or “assaulting an officer,” and commit other blatantly illegal acts, knowing full well that their fellow gang members—officers, prosecutors and judges—will almost never hold them accountable for their crimes. Even much of the general public still presumes innocence when it comes to cops accused of wrong-doing, while presuming guilt when the cops accuse someone else of wrong-doing. But this is gradually changing, as the amount of video evidence showing the true nature of the “Street Gang in Blue” becomes too much even for many police-apologists to ignore.

          It was my last night in Lincoln Hall and I finally had my dorm room to myself because my roommate Kevin moved out earlier that day. I was both happy and a little sad about having to leave Calhoun U for the summer. I was happy because my freshman year was over, but a little sad because I’d made a lot of friends. I was frustrated because before coming to Calhoun, I told myself I’d finally lose my virginity in college. Even though I met some cool dudes who were gay or bi, nothing ever worked out and I was going to go back to Pittsburgh as a virgin. Well, there was one guy I really connected with but he was older and I knew he didn’t like me like that. His name was Caleb and he was the RA for my floor. On my final night in Lincoln Hall, he and I were among the four people still staying on the sixth floor of the building.

          “How do you think you did on your final exams, Eric?” my friend Jesse asked me over FaceTime.

          “I definitely passed all of them,” I replied. “I just don’t know how well I did. Hopefully, I got better than a B on each one. How do you think you did?”

          “I probably got one or two C’s, but other than that I know I got an A on everything else. Man, I absolutely hate being back home.”

          “Really?”

          “Hell yeah, man. I’m eighteen and my parents are now saying I can’t do everything I want because I’m under twenty-one. Before college it was I couldn’t do everything because I was under eighteen, now they’ve added years on and I’m pissed off.”

          I laughed and joked, “Good luck getting girls now.”

          He rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, “Ha-ha, you’re so funny. At least I got some this school year. Your gay ass was so nervous that you talked to zero dudes.”

          “Not true, I did talk to some guys. Me and Bryan were tight.”

          “Bro, you wouldn’t make a move on him so he friend-zoned you. I keep telling you, do to the guys what I do with girls. You gotta make them think that they’re special enough to get and keep your attention. That’s all they need to know before they give it up.”

          “I don’t wanna play anybody, Jesse.”

                                                 Me (Eric)

          “Okay, so you enjoy being a virgin then?”

          “No, but…”

          “Then some games have to be played or you’re gonna keep being one. You’re overthinking this whole thing, Eric.”

          “That’s easy for you to say. You’re straight.”

          “Don’t even try that shit. Gay or straight, it doesn’t make a difference. I’ve seen like maybe six different dudes interested in you and you were too caught up in your own head to realize it. Hell, even girls throw themselves at you and they continue to after you tell them you’re gay.”

          “Man, whatever. Being a virgin isn’t that bad.”

          “Yes the hell it is. I can promise you you’re missing out on some good shit. Jacking off ain’t shit compared to getting some. I can guarantee you that.”

          I laughed and told him, “Man, I gotta go take a shower and get ready for bed. My folks are gonna be here early to pick me up.”

          “Alright, bro. Hit me up when you get back to your hometown.”

          “Okay.” I ended the FaceTime session and grabbed my towel and some clean clothes to change into before leaving my room.

          “Hey, Eric,” Caleb said to me as I was passing by his room on my way to the hall bathroom.

          “Hey,” I said back with a smile.

          He made his way over to the doorway and asked, “I bet you’re ready to move out tomorrow, huh?”

          “Not really. I’m actually gonna miss this place.”

          “Where are you going to be staying next year?”

          “Me and two friends are getting a three-bedroom apartment off-campus.”

          “Oh, okay.” He laughed before asking, “You didn’t wanna be an RA like me?”

          “Nah, I couldn’t. Too much responsibility.”

          “Yeah, some of the knuckleheads gave me a hard time this year. But you were easily one of the good ones. I’m actually gonna miss you.”

          “I’m gonna miss you, too, Caleb.”

          “Well, I don’t wanna hold you up. Looks like you’re about to go take a shower so I’ll let you get to that. Goodnight.”

          “Goodnight.”

          He turned back into his room and my eyes immediately focused on his ass. My dick started to get hard so I hurried into the hall bathroom to take my shower. It took every ounce of my strength to not jackoff in that shower. I’m sure many other dudes jacked off in the showers; which is why I always wore sandals whenever I took a shower in there. After my shower, I dried off and put on some lotion before leaving the bathroom. On my way back to my dorm, I peeked into Caleb’s room to see he was now shirtless and lying on his bed while watching TV. His ass looked so damn good in the shorts he was wearing that I just wanted to walk in and squeeze on it.

                                                      Caleb

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A brand-new character in the DC Universe comes into focus as Naomi confronts the one person in her small town she is convinced knows the secret of her mysterious adoption and her obsession with Superman. The truth is going to change both her and the DC Universe forever. The secret of Naomi opens the door to an enormous reveal you will not want to miss. 

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Womanish: A Grown Black Woman Speaks on Love and Life  (2019)

Womanish. (Opp. of “girlish,” i.e. frivolous, irresponsible, not serious.) A black feminist or feminist of color. From the black folk expression of mothers to female children, “you acting womanish,” i.e., like a woman. Usually referring to outrageous, audacious, courageous or willful behavior… Acting grown up. Being grown up… ―From Alice Walker’s Definition of a “Womanist” from In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose

Born in 1964, the last year of the Boomers or the first year of Generation X, depending upon who’s counting, Kim McLarin came of age as part of the first real “Brown vs. Board” generation, and that experience, of America first embracing and then rejecting a real and meaningful beloved racial community, has shaped everything in her life.

Searing in its emotional honesty, Womanish is an essay collection that explores what it means to be a black woman in today’s turbulent times. Writing with candor, wit and vulnerability on topics including dating after divorce, depression, parenting older children, the Obama’s, and the often fraught relations between white and black women, McLarin unveils herself at the crossroads of being black, female and middle-aged, and, ultimately, American. Powerful and timely, Womanishdraws upon a lifetime of experiences to paint a portrait of a black woman trying to come to terms with the world around her, and of a society trying to come to terms with black women.

by Kim McLarin (Author)

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Kim McLarin

is the author of the critically-acclaimed novels Taming It Down, Meeting of the Waters, and Jump at the Sun, all published by William Morrow, and a memoir, Divorce Dog: Motherhood, Men, & Midlife. Her work has been honored by the Massachusetts Center for the Book, the Barnes & Noble Discover Program, the Hurston/Wright Foundation and the Black Caucus of the American Library Association, among other organizations McLarin’s nonfiction writing has appeared in The New York Times, Glamour, The Washington Post, Slate, The Root and other publications. She is a former staff writer for The New York Times, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and The Associated Press. McLarin appears regularly on the Emmy-Award winning show Basic Black, Boston’s long-running television program devoted to African-American themes. She is currently an associate professor in the Department of Writing, Literature and Publishing at Emerson College in Boston, and a member of the board of PEN New England.