On my way home just now, an officer pulled me over for doing 43 MPH in a 15 MPH school zone. I could not argue with him. He got me.
On top of that. I forgot my registration at home, so when he asked me for it, all I could do was hand him an old one and explain the reason I forgot the new one.
This young cop was totally cool and understanding. He gave me a verbal warning, and while doing so, an old man in a ratty pick-up truck drove by real slow and shouted, “Damn out-of-stater!”
The young cop an I exchanged glances. He shook his head, told me to have a nice day and that was that.
Here’s where I have a problem: I live between Maine and Massachusetts. This old fellow seemed to have a problem with me just because I have Mass plates.
The young cop didn’t seem to have a problem. He was even nice to me.
How about that!
Here’s what I think the issue is: The man had the deepest Maine accent I think I’ve ever heard, leading me to believe he doesn’t get out much. On top of that, he looked really old. In other words, he spent an entire lifetime fearing anyone who doesn’t look like him or talk like him, too afraid to leave the comforts of his home-state and explore the world while getting to know the beautiful people who live in it.
As a result of his fear, his mind set became: stranger = bad.
The poor guy needs to turn on the news, or open a newspaper, because if he can’t handle a guy from Massachusetts hanging around his state, how is he going to handle the growing minority population in towns like Waterville, Freeport and Augusta. People are coming from all corners of the globe, and guess what? No amount of fear can stop it.
Gotta love your neighbors, everyone. Now more than ever, because the only thing you really need to fear in life is people who are just as afraid of strangers as you are.