I grew up in the DC suburbs, in a nice house with a huge front and back yard. It had lots of trees, hills, and other assorted terrain features that made it ideal for capture the flag, tag, water gun fights, and things of that nature.
One night when I was about 15 or so, some friends and I decided to play hide-and-go-seek in the dark. It was fall and the leaves were down, and my hiding spot of choice was kneeling behind the leaf pile stacked right up against the street abutting our front yard.
It was a good hiding spot, and nobody saw me. Until I noticed a bright light shining against my back. I looked behind me and a cop car had pulled up right behind me, with an officer staring intently at me flashlight in hand.
I was pretty much a goody two shoes (never even got a detention), and even I knew how bad this looked. It was the dark of night. I was crouched behind a leaf pile, trying not to be seen, in front of a very nice house in the suburbs. I had a dark hoodie pulled tight over my head, which as we all learned from the Trayvon Martin saga is a sure sign I was trouble. So given the circumstances, gut instinct took over.
I shot to my feet, whirled around, and waved at the officer, smiling as brightly as I could.
And he looked at me curiously, and then kept driving.
I won’t say “and that’s the day I realized I had white privilege.” Putting the pieces together came much later. But looking back, it is one of the clearest examples of it I’ve experienced in my lifetime. And every time I read a story like this, I reflect on that moment, and remember just how lucky I am.
He said it happened as he was riding north on Weinbach approaching the four-way stop at Riverside Drive and the police officers were southbound.
Madison admitted that he was not going to stop at the intersection but said the officer startled him by making a sudden left turn in front of him.
“He did it real fast,” he said. “I thought it was one of the guys (police) I knew.”
At that point, Madison said he raised his hands to wave.
Madison said he has met many police officers through his job and his participation boxing in the annual Guns-N-Hoses charity fundraiser. But he said he did not know the officers who stopped him.
“The officer jumped out and says, ‘What are you doing throwing your hands up at us?’” Madison said. “He is talking to me as he is coming toward me. I tried to explain, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
He said the officer’s angry attitude made him feel angry and alone.
“It was like everything had disappeared, and I was there alone and I got scared,” he said.
Madison said he knew Bolin from their community involvements and began to call him on his cellphone hoping to diffuse the situation.
However, the officer told him to put the phone down. Madison said that when he hesitated, the officer grabbed his arm holding the phone, causing Madison to flinch.
Before he knew it, Madison said, the officer had his stun device out.
“It was literally maybe inches from my face,” he said. “I immediately threw my hands in the air. What he asked me to do I was more than willing to do. I said ‘Please don’t hurt me.’ The next thing I know I’m laying down the ground and they cuffed me.”