2 septembre 2026

Two Police Officers Thought I Was Just Another Black Woman They Could Push Around in an Austin Parking Lot.

I wasn’t treated like an attorney.

I wasn’t even treated like a customer.

I was treated like an inconvenience.

A problem.

Something that needed to be questioned.

I kept my voice calm.

Measured.

Controlled.

“Officer, am I being detained?”

Clark smirked immediately.

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