My husband is a very proud Black man. Seven years ago I learned pretty quickly what I didn't know.
I got pulled over constantly in rural South Georgia. Every time: license, concealed carry permit, "well boy, you got a gun?" "Yes sir." "Alright, don't touch it."
They always reduced the speed I was going.
That's white privilege. The part I couldn't stop thinking about: I never got pulled out of the car because of my skin color, I'm sure.
That's why this show exists.
