we took a cab to lennox hill. the cops stopped us out of the blue. when they opened the door, they wanted to prove i was in labor, even though my stomach was out to here. my husband said, please don't touch her. the guy said, get the f out the car. and basically i had to fall on my knees, on my stomach, and beg them to stop. without telling them, you know who i am? i'm a writer. they didn't care. they were white cops. they have their badges covered. and the license plate to their vehicle was turned over, turned down. and i was, you know, really young. so i really wasn't thinking about, okay, what next? i was thinking about now. so finally they took my bag, my overnight bag, and searched it for drugs and just threw it at my husband at the time and said, "have a nice night." when i got to the hospital i almost lost her, because of the stress. that is what we live in day in and day out. and it doesn't matter what the hell you do. it the don't matter if i was in "12 years a slave." doesn't matter. that is what i think people are getting fed up with. i th