Racial profiling a troubling ‘rite of passage’ for many black males and sometimes females

Last summer, three of my cycling buddies and I headed out for one of our regular, “let’s-see-who-can-suffer-the-most” bike rides in the rolling hills of Caledon, northwest of Toronto. The four of us, along with our bikes, loaded into a rickety old van for a short drive along serene country roads to our starting point for the ride. It should be noted that once the bikes are in, there is only room for the driver and one passenger. On this day, however, one of us rode in back with the

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