Since I'm not American, and I've rarely been in America (6-7 times in my life so far), I naturally didn't have too many encounters with the American police. But we did have two. Is it appropriate to tweet about them as a non-American?

So, after only positive initial responses, I decided to talk about those encounters my family had with the American police. I just talked to my family to be sure to get all the stories as accurate as possible. Turns out we actually had 4 encounters with American officers.

I will go through them chronologically. The first incident was when my sister and I were very small. I was probably 4/5 and my sister 6/7. It was in Florida, where my parents took us on a vacation. My sister had an accident, where she fell and had to go see a doctor.

The doctor and my mother were brought to a doctor, while my father and I were staying in the waiting room. At this point I should say that my sister and I were in an English private school in Switzerland, because my parents wanted us to be fluent in English from an early age.

My sister had a Canadian and an American teacher at the time, so she had a fairly American accent. My mother is very fluent in English, but she still has a very notable Swiss accent.
So, what happened from there, is that the doctor treated my sister, and then guided

my mother to another room to talk to her. His actual intention was to separate my mother from my sister, because he called the cops on us. He thought my parents actually abducted my sister, and American girl, in order to kidnap her to another country. Soon enough the police

arrived, and my parents were separated from my sister for several hours. They took our passports, in order to check that we are actually family and our passports are real. It took them a few hours to validate everything, and eventually they unapologetically

let my mother back to my sister and then let us go.
I don't want to blame the doctor or the police for actually checking what was going on, because in the end they were just doing what they thought was best for my sister. Yet, it was super scary how the police treated us like

criminals. And being separated from my sister, not knowing if they would take her away, in a foreign country... That was pretty hard especially on my mother. It scared the out of us.

So, here comes encounter nr. 2:

This was just a year or so later in Disneyworld Florida. My sister and I were still very small. There was this children's fountain (random image from google to explain what I mean).

So, there were a lot of kids in their swimming gear, playing in the fountain. My sister and I really wanted to play in the fountain as well, but we didn't have any swimming gear with us. My parents tried to buy some, but there were no stores that sold them.

But my parents did have spare underwear of us on them, so they decided to let us wear our underwear to play in the fountain. Mind you, the underwear wasn't see-through in any way, and you couldn't see anything that you didn't see with the kids wearing swimming gear.

Somebody must've called the cops at this point, because my sister and I were barely a minute in the fountain, when cops came and approached my parents. They told us to get me and my sister dressed immediately, or they'd arrest my parents and we'd be banned from the park.

My parents obviously complied and tried to calm the very aggressively shouting cops in the middle of the park.
That was obviously a very minor incident, but it still seemed to be blown completely out of proportion from our foreignors point of view.

So, here comes encounter number 3, which was again in Disneyworld in Florida, during those same holidays. We were in line for a ride in the park. It was the favorite ride of my sister and I, and we were on the ride several times the days before. But when we reached

the end of the queue, the guy from the ride claimed I was too small. My mither argued that we were on that ride before, and I was meassured, and big enough, but he refused vehemently. So my sister and my dad took the ride, while my mother and I waited at the exit.

I, very small at the time, obviously complained to my mother, and I was very sad. But my Mother new better than to argue with that guy. Until another father with a daughter half a head smaller then me was let through, that is. The my mother went up to the guy and told him

him that this girl was obvioisl, smaller than me, and why she was allowed on the ride, when I wasn't. At this point he mumbled something into his radio unit. He told my mother to shut up and leave the ride, but she refused, because she was waiting for my father and sister to

disembark the ride. But before they returned, the police turned up to arrest my mother. The guy from the ride accused my mother of physically assaulting him, even though she didn't even touch him. My mother, as the stubborn, strong woman she is, and accustomed to the fair

policing system in Switzerland, resisted and insisted she did nothing wrong. I kept saying "Das isch ganz än bösä maa, mami." So the officer asked my mother what I was saying. She answered truthfully, that I was repeatedly saying "this is a very evil man, mummy."

It seems that this did kind of help, because he cooled down a bit. Then others said that my mother didn't touch the guy from the ride at all, so eventually they didn't arrest my mother. Instead they kicked us out of the park.

Encounter nr 4 that my family had with the American police was by far the worst, even though my family had no direct contact with the police themselves. And I wasn't present that time. It was only about 2-3 years ago in LA. My sister, and actress, was at a night shoot

for a movie. I won't go into more detail here, to not cause trouble for anyone. But my parents were there with her. They had a catering buffet for the crew and actors.
One black man snuck unto the set, and grabbed some food from the buffet.

An officer that was securing the area immediately went up to him and yelled at him so that he leaves, because the buffet was only for the crew. The man was very rude in response to the officer, and started cussing at him and yelling back. But what happened next was absolutely

horrifying. The officer mumbled into his radio unit, and within a minute, three police cars surrounded the man. They got out of their cars threw him to the ground. They tied up his wrists and feet, and after he was immobile and handcuffed on the floor, they got out their bats.

At least four of them beat him up for a few minutes, while he was immobile on the floor. My parents were horrified and my mother was about to go intervene, when someone from the crew held her back. He told her that there was nothing she could do and she'd go to jail if she

intervened. After they beat him into a pulp, they picked him up by his arms and legs and through them into the back of a police car so hard, that my parents could hear his head hit the other side from a far distance. And within seconds after that, they vanished.

It was by far the worst act of brutality my parents and sister have ever seen, and to this day we are still dumbfounded by what happened that day. It's horrifying, disturbing, and scary beyond words, that one of the biggest democracies of the world is home to such brutality.