I know, I was born in Washington Heights. It's where many people from New Jersey would go to score crack cocaine although I haven't heard much about that lately.
I was driving around Washington Heights after a Yankee game trying to find the GWB, in a station wagon with Jersey plates. After about half a block a police car locked on behind me and tailed me all the way to the bridge. Apparently I matched a profile.
I should send a letter to Jessie Jackson and ask him when I can expect my check for being unjustly singled out by the police!