Today I experienced racial profiling first hand .
I was at a mall, after a long while, to buy my dog some medicine.
I went to department store to look for clothes, because why the fuck not. I sniffed some parfume and tried some pants, left the store and brought clothes from Zara. After I left Zara, I saw a guard standing on second floor looking down on the floor I was on like a fucking Batman on a watch.
I got stopped by the guard and his partner. I got accused of something, I don’t even know, because he didn’t tell me shit. He accused me of something I supposedly did last week.
He did not suspect me; he ACCUSED me.
Nothing he said implicated that I was a suspect. Everything he said implicated I was guilty.
He was so sure and convincing that I even checked my calendar on the spot to be sure I really was not there last week.
He fucking cornered me.
What happened to ‘inocent untill proven guilty’? Oh! he had evidence! Girl got caught on a CCTV, expect She. Was. Not. Me.
He asked to see my identification, and I collaborated because I was so shaken about the accusation. It’s illegal to ask identification in my country if you are not an officer, specially on a case old as this one. Either he is badly trained, therefore underqualified or he took advantage of me not knowing my rights.