Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Around here...
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Around here...
--Randy Newman, “Short People”
With all the talk about how tough
it is to be black in America, very little is being said about being “short” in
America, especially if you are “ethnic.” Take for example the following
episodes I personally experienced: I had just gotten off work, and had by then
decided to take a bus to Renton and stop over at an electronics superstore to
look over some new items I might purchase. Still wearing my airport work
uniform, I deboarded the bus and started walking in the direction of the store,
another 15 minutes away. Five minutes into the journey, I noticed a Renton
police car drive slowly past me, inside a white female cop. As it drove behind
me, I turned around to see what she was doing; to my amusement, she was driving
in out of parking lots, but in a manner that seemed as a way to keep me in
view.
Within minutes I found myself
surrounded by three police cars, two that cut off the sidewalk path to the front
and back of me, and one to the side. Out jumped a half-dozen cops. I was now a
“suspect” in a bank robbery that had just occurred in town. I said I had just
gotten off the bus from work a few minutes ago, and told them where I was
going. I was told to empty the contents of a side pack I was carrying. I
dropped it on the ground and a cop picked it up and dumped its uninteresting contents
all over the ground. I demanded to know why I was being detained. I was
informed that their “suspect” was wearing “dark clothing”; I, of course, was
still wearing my dark blue airport uniform.
But this wasn’t enough me. I
again argued that I could not be their suspect, and sensing I might cause some
trouble, one of the officers attempted to further “justify” their actions by
calling another officer to request a description of the alleged robber. “White
male, gray hair and beard, 5-feet 10-inches, wearing dark clothing.” “See,” exclaimed
the officer, “you are wearing dark clothes.” However, naturally I did not fail
to point out that I was not technically “white,” was 5-feet 5-inches tall, and
had dark hair. I knew that theses cops were really harassing me because of my
“ethnicity” per their racial profiling training. It didn’t matter if I didn’t
fit the description of the suspect; they were trained to see any person who looked
like me as someone with criminal “tendencies” regardless of the knowable facts.
In any case, these cops were
still not done making fools of themselves, wasting time and taxpayer money
assaulting my civil rights while the real criminal was getting away. A fourth
squad car arrived; I saw that in the back seat a bespectacled black woman was
sitting. I saw her shake her head, and a moment later I was standing alone;
apparently she was a witness. Nothing was said to me, no explanation or
apologies; the cops just got into their cars and left me with the contents of
my bag still strewn about the ground.
I could tell about other
incidents with ignorant police guided by racial profiling: The time when I was
followed into and detained in my public storage area by a cop who refused to
believe I had a unit there even though I had the number key to allow a second cop car onto the premises; I
wasn’t “released” until the manager showed up and I waved her over to vouch for
me. Or the time I was studying in the public library, and as soon as I walked
out I was surrounded by a whole platoon of police who claimed that they had
received an anonymous call from someone who claimed they saw another “someone” carrying
a gun. I had a quite a “conversation” with these cops about harassment and
civil rights before they let me go. Or an incident in which I was walking early
in the morning to catch a bus to work,
when a cop waiting just for me bailed out of his SUV and demanded to know what
I was doing; I told him where I was going and even showed him my Homeland
Security-approved ID badge. He reluctantly let me go, but when I took a
shortcut through an empty parking lot, he raced toward me, cut me off and
triumphantly announced that “Now I can see your ID,” meaning my driver’s
license. He seemed somewhat flummoxed, however, when he saw my name wasn’t
“Mexican,” so he just gave it back and let me go.
I have no criminal record—as hard
as cops I have encountered tried to concoct one—yet I have been the object of
police “attention” everywhere in the state of Washington. In Kent, just about
every cop in town has come-up with an excuse to check my ID, expecting to find
me with a warrant or on some terrorist watch list. I haven’t been bothered that
much lately, although there a few who just want to make “sure.”
Yet for all the occasions in
which my civil rights as a law-abiding citizen have been breeched, righteous
indignation is my principle response to police aggression. I’ve never taken the next “step” in
ascertaining my rights by physical threat. I’m not stupid, or a “hero,” or a
“thug.” Some people, it seems to me, allow self-righteous “tough guy” insensibility
get the better of them. Sure, it may work on short people who don’t have a
chance of “winning” a physical confrontation (at least not without a gun), but on
an armed cop? Perhaps they believe that (most) cops will back down to avoid
more bad publicity, failing to realize that most cops are cops because they
live for the “thrill” of Dirty Harry-like action.
There is such a thing as civil
disobedience, which according to Henry David Thoreau, advocates obedience to a
law higher than that of “expedient” civil law; violence, or the threat of
violence, is not a “higher” law. Once I was washing my hands in a public
restroom at the Kent Station high-end mini-mall, right next to the King County
jail. A security guard walked in, apparently having spied on me; he walked
around inspecting every corner of the place, hoping that he would “intimidate”
me into leaving. I observed that he was acting “weird,” and he demanded that I
leave Kent Station right then. Instead, I walked outside and parked my
fundament on a bench, inducing frustration in him as I continued to laugh at
his commands to leave. He had no right to tell me I could not be there, for I
had done nothing wrong or illegal. Eventually he called the police, who to
their credit merely found the rationalizations for his actions amusing. I
eventually left when requested, and I discovered that the demand of the
security guard that I be banned from the premises for one year had been
ignored.
It seems to me that the
unfortunate fact is that the more police come under scrutiny, the worse they
behave, so there is an additional reason to watch one’s actions before them in
order not to get killed by a crazed cop. Yet it must be admitted that police
have been getting away with abusing people’s civil rights on a minutely basis,
and it is only when a particularly egregiously unwarranted shooting occurs that
even this is paid much attention.
Still, it has to
pointed out that while blacks rightly or wrongly get all of the attention, less
than one-third of those shot by police in the course of a police confrontation
are black—and the media isn’t talking about the group that is comprises 20
percent of the other end of a police
shooting. The reason this is being ignored, it seems, is because this group is
scapegoated for the nation’s ills, or as the
far-right-extremist-racist-mainstream-political-commentator Pat Buchanan
fulminates, are “out to destroy America,” as if there is any such “plan.” It is
my experience that there is much less timidity or self-consciousness in
expressing prejudices toward Latinos openly than toward blacks; one can
certainly speculate on the reasons. Perhaps it is because they are not “real”
Americans—which ignores the Spanish and indigenous presence in California and
the Southwest that predates the Anglo—so that there is an “easy”
rationalization for second-class status, which is also obvious in the media.
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