I'm usually one of the last people to say something bad about a policeman, and I know that they do plenty of good things for us all, but on Monday night one really over-stepped his bounds with me. I was driving to Nashville to see my girl, having to leave after my night class. Because it was late, I was going fast, and got pulled over by a White House, Tennessee cop.
I figured I'd been caught, so I'd get a ticket and drive on. No big deal, only my third. But no, I never got a ticket; this one was going after something else. When he approached my car, I had my license ready for him, just to make it easier. I'd done this before. But he thought I had put a weapon under my leg when I reached into my pocket! He took my license and called it in to search my records. He told me to get out of the car, and made me take out everything in my pockets so he could pat me down. I thought he was going to make me walk a straight line or touch my finger to my nose, but no. He had to call the drug-sniffing dog.
Now, I'm a pretty clean cut looking guy. I drive a Ford Taurus that needs a car wash, but otherwise is in really good shape. There is nothing about me that would make you think I was a druggie or a drug dealer. And, of course, there's nothing at all in my car to find. This cop obviously had an agenda, seeing drugs everywhere.
So, I have to stand there and make small talk with this bastard while we wait for the other car to come with the dog. I'm playing the clean cut image to a tee, which isn't that much of a stretch for me, and he starts saying how this dog can sniff up to 100,000 time better than a human. And that a drug smell could stay in my seats for years. Meaning that this dog is almost certain to find something. What if I had had someone in my car with pot on them, and I didn't know it? The dog would find that. And then, would they have some legal permission to rip my car to bits? Drug-runners hide it in the seats, behind the radio, on top of the wheel, anywhere, and they'd want to find that.
Eventually this guy must have figured out that I'm not up to anything. I told him straight that he won't find anything on my record, in my car, in my Dr. Pepper, anywhere. Told him he could search what he wanted to. I'm just trying to get to where I'm going before midnight. Thankfully, he offered to search my car himself, but humiliated me one last time by making me sit in the back seat of his car while he did it.
So, he searches my car, and of course finds nothing. The jerk left my briefcase open with some books out, messed up the papers in my car, and even spilled a bit of my food. And through all of this, I simply had to take it. Does anyone know if my rights were officially violated? Because I feel that they were, no matter what the law says.