Of the many mistakes I’ve made in my police career, one looms large.
I recall driving my patrol car through downtown Auburn when three people crossing the street caught my eye. Two were young girls, about 16, wearing clothing best described as skimpy on what was a crisp afternoon; the third was a young man in his early 20’s. They got into an old Chevy as I drove past, and I never saw them again.
Two things occurred to me in the following order. First, a part of my brain ran the image through a racial profiling filter and decided …