Today, Joe and I were in the back seat of our driver's car heading towards the office like every other day. We were pulled over by a few police officers. The exterior of the vehicle was examined, even below and behind the tires. The chief officer was behaving so awkwardly as he were seeking for something wrong as opposed to having any reason for pulling us over initially. They were speaking in Zulu so Joe and I were left even more clueless and suspicious than our driver. Seat belts were worn. We were heading at normal speed. Our driver had his license... In the end, nothing was found out of sorts but still wouldn't let us go. In the passenger seat was Lesego, a co-employee at BTM. She said, "South African police are the worse. They will pull you over for absolutely nothing, give you a hard time, and either convince you to give them a bribe or take a ticket. The bribe is typically 200ZAR."
While sitting in the car for fifteen minutes and now late for work, about 4-5 other vehicles were pulled over. All of them nicer models than the one we were in (something from the 1990s). Out of all the drivers, ours was the only one who was asked to get out of his car. As Joe and I looked around at the other pullovers, we saw smiling faces, people on their cell phones, officers and passengers giggling with one another, a completely different attitude exchange. WHAT WAS THIS? I asked Lesego if this was a racial thing, because it was noticed everyone else was a White African.
She responded. "Yes."
I had a very upsetting morning.
1 comment:
that's terrible!
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