Trevor Noah: Lost in Translation Page #2

it's just that--it's just that

we have a tumultuous history

with the police."

One day we were driving--

we're driving on the highway

and the police car

pulled up behind us

and I got tense.

I just got really tense.

And he's like,

"Dude, what's going on?"

I said, "The police.

The police are behind us."

He was like, "Yeah, and?

Did you do anything wrong?"

I said,

"That's not the point."

Because it really isn't.

For white people,

that is the point.

The police will send you to jail

if you do something wrong.

As a black person, you have

a different relationship.

The police may send you to jail

just because.

I know this because I was--

I was driving--

I got pulled over by the police

for the first time

in my life in America.

And already, I'm not

very comfortable when driving

in the United States, you know.

Not because it's the other side

of the road,

but because it's

the other side of the car.

I'm not used to that, you know.

Like--like, I always get into

the car on the wrong side.

I'll be shopping and I'll come

back to my car confidently,

and I'll jump inside

and put the things down,

and then I'm like, "Ah."

[laughter]

And then instead of getting out,

I sit there.

I always just sit there,

because I always think

somebody's watching me.

So I just sit there and I act

like I planned it all, like...

"Where is my driver?"

[laughter]

"Where is my--

He should have been here by now.

Where is my--Oh, well,

I guess I'll drive myself."

[laughter]

I don't know why I do that.

I'm not comfortable.

But you have to drive

in Los Angeles.

So I had a little rental car

and I'm driving on the freeway

and this police car

pulls up behind me.

And he drives behind me

for a little bit

and then he flashes his lights.

And I was like, "Oh,

he probably wants to go past."

And so I moved over

to the middle lane

and then he came with me

and he flashed his lights again.

And I was like, "Oh, come on,

just go past me, man.

Just go past me, man."

And I went back to the fast

lane, he came back with me.

And he hit--flash the lights,

and this time it was like,

whoop, whoop, whoop,

whoop, whoop.

And I was like, "Yeah, go past.

You keep coming with me.

Go past." 'Cause I didn't think

he was stopping me.

I thought it was basically

the vehicular equivalent

of that moment on the sidewalk

when you both don't know

which way to go.

I thought we were doing that

with our cars,

like, "Oh, oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, all right. Ahh."

I thought that was happening.

I thought that was happening.

And clearly he thought

that I was evading him

in the most polite manner ever,

because he gets irritated,

and he's like, "Pull over

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