The first and only time I was stopped by police for drinking I was astonished. I was 25 years old, a month into my first year of graduate school at the University of Oregon. It was Halloween, and two friends and I were walking from one very not rowdy party to another, a few blocks away in a student neighborhood. We’d only had a few drinks when we left, but enough that I was absolutely sure that we could carry our beer bottles down the street. A pair of cops walking down the street stopped us. I remain certain that if it’d just been the one young man, who told me he, too, was from Idaho, like my license said, he’d have let me go with a warning. But he was with his partner, and I was with my non-Idaho friends, and we received citations for open container violations. We were white woman, it deserves saying. To attend our court date, a month later, we had to skip our first year seminar. Our excuses were poor.
what I wasn't arrested for
what I wasn't arrested for
what I wasn't arrested for
The first and only time I was stopped by police for drinking I was astonished. I was 25 years old, a month into my first year of graduate school at the University of Oregon. It was Halloween, and two friends and I were walking from one very not rowdy party to another, a few blocks away in a student neighborhood. We’d only had a few drinks when we left, but enough that I was absolutely sure that we could carry our beer bottles down the street. A pair of cops walking down the street stopped us. I remain certain that if it’d just been the one young man, who told me he, too, was from Idaho, like my license said, he’d have let me go with a warning. But he was with his partner, and I was with my non-Idaho friends, and we received citations for open container violations. We were white woman, it deserves saying. To attend our court date, a month later, we had to skip our first year seminar. Our excuses were poor.