Oh man I got some stories from when I was a teenager. I was the typical long haired grunge stoner, picture a 90s version of Slater from Dazed and Confused. I have near zero doubt if I was black I would have been arrested multiple times and would have never followed the path I ended up on.
Pulled over 4am coming home from a buddy's house by eastland mall, really high, just told the cop I had fallen asleep at a friends, was tired and wanted to get home. Refused to allow my car to be searched, cop let me go.
Multiple time pulled over while drunk - once leaving a concert while my buddy was passed out in the passenger seat, explained he was drunk and I was his DD, that's why he smelled alcohol. Once by UNCC with my girlfriend, cop actually told me he knew I was drunk but had a more important call(this one I didn't even remember until late the next day, I credit my all-american looking gf for this one, she had talked to him for a bit). Once way down 74 in the middle of the night with beer in the trunk, cop just told us to walk to a pay phone, we walked for a while but just turned back to the car and burned out with a quickness.
Pulling into a parking lot with a buddy and lit up a joint, cops busted up red handed(smoke pouring from a old VW bug...who would have thought). I hid my bag in my crotch, cops just talked to us for a while about how they get discriminated against(the restaurant they just went to sat them in the back corner). They made me stomp out the joint, empty our pockets and let us go. They never found by bag though, we just went somewhere else and lit up while laughing about it.
Quite a few more but the only time I ever got arrested was when my friend borrowed my car and got busted with coke(no amount of whiteness would get you out of that). I got arrested for a bong in my car, got community service, had lawyer expunge my record, now clean as a whistle.