Was it, or was it not, crÃ¨me brulee?
They're filming something, I thought, as I approached the uniforms, police cars, and bright lights. Surely it was the filming of a movie, as often happens on the streets of L.A., when there are tall yellow bright lights brought onto the streets and arranged amidst rows of police cars and uniformed men in formation.
But, no, this is not a filming. There is, finally, a flashing sign stating that this is a sobriety checkpoint, this set-up that was visible at 7PM and fully functioning at 9:30PM.
DWI Checkpoint (not the one in referred to in the article) by versageek
There is no question that when people are dangerous behind the wheel, whether intoxicated or not, it is correct procedure for the police to pull them over.
This was something else. What this was, was an arrogant display of invasion and police force, combined with a suspiciously unconvincing response to the pointed question of what exactly was going on.
In their soggy response, I sensed a rehearsed, minutely shaky resolve in these powerful props, these "police" figures.
It seemed that when questioned, they somehow knew that what they were up to was not precisely up to the law, as we know it.
No backing down, on their part, however, just a whiff of insecurity in their fascist determination, with regard to the unknown and yet-to-be determined response of a random public as they are caught unaware and vulnerable on a Friday night in Santa Monica; trapped by a profound, here-and-now privacy invasion where the invaders are government-sanctioned and armed with guns.
A fascist practice run? I hope not.