As you approach, stories from the news start to come to mind. A homeless man recently beaten to death by similar government thugs not too long ago and just a few miles away. Stories of protesters who were recently corraled and arrested, some tazered or maced for speaking their minds. As these stories enter your mind, you start to become anxious. Your nerves start to be calmed by the site of your street comming up.
As you approach; however, a feeling of dread fills your mind as you notice that they have blocked access to your street. Now you start to funnel in. You gaze onward as 4 lanes merge into 2 and soon become one. Now traffic is moving very slowly as you pass the street you live on so that these government officers can make sure that no one escapes notice. Evey one must wait in like and have their papers checked by the government official.
You begin to pray that the officer does not see fit to single you out as you approach. Comming closer you see that only a few cars ahead someone is sent to secondary screening and you pray more intensely that there is nothing for the officer to pick on. You hope that your race, or gender, or sexual orientation doesn't seem "suspitious" to the person you approach. Finally now you pull up. The regime official asks for your papers. You hand them to him but he just stares at you as he flashes his light in your face. "OH GOD WHAT'S HE LOOKING FOR" you think to yourself. "REGISTRATION!" He demands. You forgot a key piece of documentation! "I hope he doesn't fault me for being forgetful" you think to yourself. You reach down into the glove compartment. "SLOWLY!" the officer crys. You slowly pull out your registration and hand it to him. He looks over the paperwork. "Everything seems to be in order" the officer says as he hands your papers back to you. You thank him though you don't know what for and move on through the blockaide.
As you turn down the next street relief fills your heart. You make the next turn and start heading back for home which is now about half a mile away. You pull up next to your apartment building, lock your car doors. You then enter your apartment and lock the door. The ordeal is finally over but what of next time.
If the idea of what I describe disturbs you that's good. An innocent person, one who has not even violated the laws set forth by the corrupt government under which this person resides, should never be subject to such treatment. Unfortunately this is not a scene from some third world nation. This is not Somalia, or North Korea, or Kenya. This is not Communist China, or Russia, or any of the Baltic states. This is not even Iran, Iraq, or Afganistan. This scene is an event that has played out in the United States of America in a town called Escondido, California.