#livingwhileblack Back in 2008 my grandma passed and left me her house. The neighborhood was historically black(older retired black people), but after the housing market collapse it started to change. I'd been living there for about 3 years when, one day I'm sitting on my porch/1
With my younger brothers just shooting the shit. Two cop cars pull up and 4 cops get out and start approaching the yard and asking to talk to us. I'm like 22 y.o. but my parents didn't raise a fool. I tell them that it was private property and I would/2
Talk to them on the sidewalk. They say that their was a call about a "suspicious" group of people hanging out in front of this property and I laugh. Ain't that about a bitch. So I tell them that it my house, they don't believe me and ask for proof. So I ask if it was cool to/3
Send one of my brothers inside to get the deed and they allow it. So my brother brings it to me and I send him back to the porch. I hand it and my ID over and they see I'm telling the truth. You'd think that would be the end, right. An apology and a have a nice day? Nope/4
They give me my stuff back and then try to lecture me on why we shouldn't be hanging out in front of our house because it looks bad. I look at them like they were crazy. I tell them that in the three years I'd been living there not once had it been an issue. I remind them that /5
It was private property and as long as we weren't doing anything wrong I didn't understand what the problem was. They try to "explain" but I wasn't hearing it. I asked them if that was all and when they said yeah, I asked them to leave because it wouldn't look good to the/6
Homeowners association to have cops in front of my house.
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