Damn near killed in 1969 when a cop ran me off the road, claiming that "I didn't stop when signaled to stop" and yelled at to get me out of my car while pointing a 12 gauge shotgun at my face.
I complied as fast as I could but I had just gotten out of the hospital for the gunshot wounds I got in Vietnam, so I had trouble moving fast. Nothing like looking at the muzzle of 12 gauge when you've already been shot once.
He seemed to really want to shoot me and he was extremely agitated - and even more so when I pointed at his lights and told him that he never turned them on.
At that point, he stopped pointing his shotgun at me but gave me a ticket for an "unsafe lane change" (!) and then left.
Later that same day, cops pulled over and killed a father of five when they mistakenly identified as the guy who had robbed a store.
Yeah, I don’t trust them.
Well, there is the atf, and the fbi, both of which love to dress in battle rattle and kick in doors of crippled citizens at O dark thirty.