T-Shirt Racism

die gefahr.

last night my friend x from mali, in company with a female german friend, was accidentally stopped and controlled by the police on the street and in the light of the cultural melting pot of berlin-kreuzberg; he asked for the reason of this stop-and-control and the goverments executives told him that they got the order on the police radio that they should look for "a somebody with a black t-shirt". he answered that he is neither a drug dealer nor a bad man and his life in here in germany is a life in the prison, because without this piece of paper he is not allowed to do anything or live a regular life; after this answer the police let him pass, for this time.