One Windy City Cop’s Thoughts

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Before the pandemic, and before George Floyd’s death in Minneapolis Police custody, my partner and I were modestly productive. We did traffic stops, gave warnings when possible and tickets when unavoidable, and recovered the occasional pistol or bag of dope. No traffic stop is routine, but the way I start every stop is: Walk up to the car, greet the driver and tell them why I’m interrupting their day, then ask for ID and if there are…