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That time my dad was arrested for no reason

Hot sky, searing white. Low roofs and dead grass. The motel. My home. A tenant gets belligerent and refuses to pay the rent, refuses to leave. My parents run the motel. They must evict her. So my father calls the police. They will help. The squad car arrives. Dad explains the situation. Then, a mistake. A gesture seen as threatening? A misspoken word? The audacity of his brownness? We never really understood. Whatever it was, it flipped a ...