It's a hot summer day in June. Max is driving from the doughnut shop to go to his shift and   patrol the local streets. As he is driving around he hears screams of terror. A local gas station had been robbed and the clerk had been shot in the arm. Max headed to the gas station, looking for a suspect wearing a black shirt. Once he got to the store he started to look around for the suspect, or what he though was the suspect.

Max un holstered his gun, but then saw another person that matched the description, this one had darker skin. Max left the other suspect who was white go on his way, Max ran over to the suspect and told him to put his hands up which the suspect did. Max then was putting away his gun when the suspect moved, max flinched and then shot the suspect dead. After the loud crack of the gun the streets cleared, and the store clerk came out and asked Max
“Did you get the guy?”
“I sure did, this is 100 percent the guy, but for the records can you identify this man?”
“That's not the man.”
  “What?. You said the man was wearing a black hoodie, this man is wearing one.”
“Ya but a lot of people are, I only saw the hoodie not the man's face, so why did you shoot this man?”
“ I don't know I just assumed that this was him.”
“ Well you just killed an innocent man, you should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I….I was just doing what I thought was right.”
“ No you did what stereotypes thought were right, you took this innocent man away from his family you killer!”
“Oh my god you're right”

Max called back up to do the evidence stuff, but this was far from the end of this, what Max did not know was that there was a camera that captured that tragic event. That video was somehow given to the local news. People were very upset. There were protesters outside of the police station, but also Max's house. It started off small as only few local people. The next day Max went to go to work, but once he got there he was in for a surprise. He was not able to get to work because people were covering up his spot with people holding signs saying “We hate officer Max!. “Max is a racist” SO max just turned around and went home. But the crowd that was barely anything had grown into a huge crowd now covering the whole block of his house. Max knew that if he went in that crowd that they would kill him for what he did. Max put on a mask and made a sign that said “Mike is a pig!”

Mike began to make his way through the crowd and to his front door, then the crowd knew, then they charged at him, but Max got in his house to his very scared wife. He grabbed her and said

“Are you okay Carly?”
“ No i'm not Okay” Said Carly
“Whats wrong? Said the concerned Max
“Whats wrong!?, there is a Riot outside and they want us dead!” yelled Carly
“It will be ok, I promise.” Max said confident
“No it's not! I'm going to my room now.”

As Carly Stood up “Bang” A loud gunshot pierced through the glass window, and Max ran for cover and after the shooting stopped Max opened his eyes and looked to his left and saw Carly on the ground. Max ran over to her and saw that she had been shot by the riot. There was nothing Max could do the riot would kill him too, so he went and sat down on his couch and thought about that his mistake just got the women he loved killed. Max Knew what he had to do to end his pain.Max walked to his front door opened it and walked into the crowd, without his mask and sing, the crowd tore him apart immediately.

This short story shows that one mistake of racial judgement can harm yourself, your family and loved ones. This event has happened many times before as most people know, but not to this extent as far as I know. I wrote this story to show that a stereotype can lead to a big incident, and I hope that everyone can learn to think of everyone the same.