As the last police cruiser passed me, the officer looked at me and slammed on his brakes; the others did the same.
The officer wasted no time jumping out of his car with his gun pointed at my window.
I was a Broward County prosecutor in the 1980s and I got stopped multiple times by city cops and the Broward Sheriff’s Office.
On this particular night, I was pulled over approximately at 11 p.m. To my surprise, the officers already knew my name and knew the names of all my friends who were in the car.
I immediately stopped moving and asked the reason for the stop and the other officer told me to ignore him.
