It startled me.
A Black man, an entertainer, said it in a news interview while describing what the cops did to him. They racially profiled him. They kneed him in the neck. They arrested him. And they let him go. Sorry, but he had fit the description. He was lucky, sort of. He didn’t die like George Floyd did, but he had been down that road. He felt the fear.
Yes, he had good reason to utter profanities.
But preceded by “Pardon my French”?
