You were very fortunate to be in a position to do something about your circumstance. Had you found yourself born a black girl in a ghetto you would just have to take the abuse and simmer in helpless rage.
It was 1983 and it was a black Delaware State Trooper who gave me a hard time.
It was 9:30pm and my car was acting up on the back road I used to get home from work. I was 3/4 of a mile from work when I realized something was wrong and tried to make a U-turn and miscalculated the road edge and wound up with my tail end in the ditch. A passerby used her CB to see if anyone with a tow rope/chain was in the area, someone was and pulled me out and was checking under my hood to see if the problem was easily solvable when the cavalry showed up. Unfortunately for me the nice folks who pulled me out put in the west bound lane of the road, had I been on the east bound side of the 2 lane road I would have been in City of Dover jurisdiction. I think the state boys were bent out of shape because all the Dover guys knew me by name - and the state guys only knew my name, not me.
I was a reporter/anchor at the local radio station at the time, but didn't do a damned thing - came to find out later it was the tow truck driver -that the state guy said HAD to be called - that reported him.