That one time a Sheriff's S.W.A.T. team showed up to my house when I was only 15.

I have researched the topic and heard them doing it. So, obviously, you need to prove your point. Show me, say, five such events where they are NOT doing that. You're the one making the hard claim, so the burden of proof is on you. I've seen the data, and it counters what you claim.

So, put up, or change your mind? If you have the guts to do either of those, of course.

(Which face it, you probably don't. You want to live in a fantasy, not the real world. Still, in that case, you should probably not try to speak on topics like this, where you can only look bad...)

EDIT:
What's hilarious is the inability of the ACs to actually read and understand what they read as well as all of the Juan Stars on my true first hand account. To clarify, the SWAT wasn't there because I shot out a street light with a pellet rifle. They fully expected to find me in possession of a hand gun and when they realized I didn't have one they left.
And that my skin color had nothing to do with me surviving the encounter but the fact that I simply froze and refused to move at all as they shouted contradictory orders at me.
Fucking morans.
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I am a white male. It was a beautiful early summer morning about 9am and I was barefoot in my shorts and t-shirt standing on my porch smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee and having a nice chat and laughing with my neighbor who lived in the next door of our duplex.
The sun was shining and the air was warm.

Suddenly out of nowhere they came from behind the houses and the trees and seemed to just materialize out of no where.
I was startled by the sudden screaming and the sounds of shotguns being racked.
I was surrounded by law enforcement with each one shouting a command and each one contradicted the others.
I was taken by sudden panic and had to fight the urge to run with everything in me. I immediately knew that these men would kill me although I had absolutely no idea why they were there.

Not knowing which command to follow I simply froze with my hands in the air with a cigarette in my right hand and half a cup of coffee in my left.
They told me to drop the cup and I simply let go of it and the cigarette at the same time. My cup thankfully fell to the grass and did not break, but that was my last cigarette and I had just lit it and it was the first one of the day.

The officers all closed on me and had me quickly handcuffed all the while screaming where is the gun! With shotgun barrels mere inches from my face.

I had a pellet rifle and the night before had shot out a streetlight. In my mind it Suddenly became clear why they were there.
I led them to my bedroom and said that my gun was under my mattress.
When they lifted my mattress and saw the BB rifle they began screaming in my face where the handgun was?
I was in tears at this point and cried that I didn't have a handgun.

It wasn't long after that moment that they did a football huddle and removed my cuffs and vanished as fast as they had appeared.

Had I had panicked and fled or had not frozen in placed and refused to move at all them I am certain that I would be dead.

White skin or not.

don't drink anything from anyone's underwear weirdo

EDIT:
What's hilarious is the inability of the ACs to actually read and understand what they read as well as all of the Juan Stars on my true first hand account. To clarify, the SWAT wasn't there because I shot out a street light with a pellet rifle. They fully expected to find me in possession of a hand gun and when they realized I didn't have one they left.
And that my skin color had nothing to do with me surviving the encounter but the fact that I simply froze and refused to move at all as they shouted contradictory orders at me.
Fucking morans.
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I am a white male. It was a beautiful early summer morning about 9am and I was barefoot in my shorts and t-shirt standing on my porch smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee and having a nice chat and laughing with my neighbor who lived in the next door of our duplex.
The sun was shining and the air was warm.

Suddenly out of nowhere they came from behind the houses and the trees and seemed to just materialize out of no where.
I was startled by the sudden screaming and the sounds of shotguns being racked.
I was surrounded by law enforcement with each one shouting a command and each one contradicted the others.
I was taken by sudden panic and had to fight the urge to run with everything in me. I immediately knew that these men would kill me although I had absolutely no idea why they were there.

Not knowing which command to follow I simply froze with my hands in the air with a cigarette in my right hand and half a cup of coffee in my left.
They told me to drop the cup and I simply let go of it and the cigarette at the same time. My cup thankfully fell to the grass and did not break, but that was my last cigarette and I had just lit it and it was the first one of the day.

The officers all closed on me and had me quickly handcuffed all the while screaming where is the gun! With shotgun barrels mere inches from my face.

I had a pellet rifle and the night before had shot out a streetlight. In my mind it Suddenly became clear why they were there.
I led them to my bedroom and said that my gun was under my mattress.
When they lifted my mattress and saw the BB rifle they began screaming in my face where the handgun was?
I was in tears at this point and cried that I didn't have a handgun.

It wasn't long after that moment that they did a football huddle and removed my cuffs and vanished as fast as they had appeared.

Had I had panicked and fled or had not frozen in placed and refused to move at all them I am certain that I would be dead.

White skin or not.

One day my sister had helicopters overhead and every swat team from every operative at the house where "Uncle Billy" was staying.

Uncle Billy started the NJ Hells Angels chapter.

OP is a known drama queen