David CookJose Molina was driving his white Nissan Maxima down Main Street on a July night last summer when a police car began to follow him.
A red light. Molina stopped. Green light. He drove on.
“That’s when she put on her flashing blue lights,” he said.
Those blue lights. Such power. They can be a beacon of help or source of fear, especially for someone like Molina: brown skin, born 47 years ago in Mexico, doesn’t speak English so well.
“She shined her flashlight in my eyes. She said she thought I’d been drinking,” he said.