A few years ago at about three in the morning. My friend T Storm was in the back of a

taxi in New York going home from a gig. As the taxi approached his house he noticed the police car pulling up.

Lights flashed behind us and three plane closed police officers

uh approached the vehicle.

At first T-storm thought there must be something wrong with the car,

a broken tail light or something.

Initially I thought it was okay well I'm a passenger, I'm a customer, I'm not even driving, so this has nothing to do with me.

They walked over, asked the driver, you know, how you doing?

He said fine.

And then they immediately turned their attention to me

Then he realized it was him the police were interested in they told him to get out of the car

Then questioned him and searched him. They frisked me, but their hands physically stuck them in my pockets to see what was in my pockets,

see what was in my pockets of my jackets, see what was in the pockets of my pants, what was in the pockets of my pants or was in my back pockets

touching my groin area sliding their hands down and I had to stand there and take it.

Just a few meters away his fiance and two sons aged 12 and 14 were asleep.

All T Storm could think about was

Just get through this, survive,

get through it.

And that's what I did.

My name's Edward Adieu. I'm a broadcaster living in London.

That's never happened to me. I've never been stopped and searched by the police.

Hi, I'm T Storm Battle, a broadcaster from Brooklyn, New York City,

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