silencedCops do treat white people differently than black people, but I'd wager it's closer to the opposite of what most people imagine
Alright, so at the risk of Taking The Bait, this is straight up disproven just through readily available, easily interpretable statistics:
1. White people and black people smoke weed at approximately the same rate
2. There are WAY, WAY, WAY more black people in jail for smoking than there are white
But I imagine statistics don't mean much to you, so I will let you look those up yourself if you wish, and offer a personal anecdote instead:
I was in high school, senior year. I had just started smoking weed, and one of my favorite pasttimes was to drive around, find a quiet spot, smoke a bowl, and move on. My first car was a blue 1983 Cadillac Seville; a classic gangster-esque car, suspension like a cloud, cigarette lighter in every seat... the lap of 1983 America's idea of luxury. Me and my friends turned it into a pseudo-game, finding weird new spots to smoke and then trying not to get lost on the way home. I learned a lot about the layout of Indianapolis this way.
Point is, it was inevitable that being dumbass highschool kids driving around a fucking hood ass Cadillac with smoke pouring out the windows, we drew the attention of the cops a few times, and the only time we even came close to getting in trouble was when I had black friends with me. It was me in the driver's seat, my white friend on the passenger side, and 3 black friends taking up the bench of a back seat. One of the kids in the back said he liked to smoke at this spot behind a liquor store, so we pull up to light our first bowl. I'm a lazy stoner, and to this day I've never learned how to roll a joint, being that it's faster and honestly more weed-efficient to just pack a bowl. But my beauty of a caddy had 4 cigar lighters that we wanted to make use of, so my friend in the front seat offers to roll one up.
No sooner does he start twisting it together than we are blinded by a spotlight, and with my eyes closed can I see red and blue lights mingling with the bright white along my eyelids.
We sit there, lights in our eyes, for a good 10 minutes. Of course it feels like a year, all of us imagining that our lives are over. My white friend riding shotgun has tucked the incomplete joint into his sock, and pulled my backpack full of shit underneath his legs. And then 4 more cop cars roll up, for a total of five cars to deal with one full of scared, baked highschool kids. Finally, one officer comes up to the passenger window, one to the drivers side, and they start grilling me. Classic stuff, "what are you guys doing out here tonight, how long have you been sitting here, license and registration please." I don't remember what I said anymore, outside of the bootlicking "yes sir, no sir, just needed to stop for a sec to figure out where we are, sir" kind of bullshit. After a few minutes of this, they walk away, confer among themselves for a few more minutes, and then proceed to pull everyone out of the back seat. They spent upwards of 15 minutes thoroughly searching them, and thank God, finding nothing, since me and my white friend were carrying all the goods.
This story is getting long, but I can't stress enough how much time this took. They did patdowns, searched pockets, took off their fucking shoes, and apparently asked them some much more searching questions outside earshot of the car. But, finding nothing, they eventually put all my friends back where they belonged, gave my hood a good slap, and told me to be on my way.
What the fuck? I know they could smell the weed. I'm fairly certain they saw the backpack my other friend was so nervously hiding in plain sight. But because my other friends were black, these cops were much more interested in getting them in trouble than us. If we had let one of the kids in the back roll up, or if we had passed the joint back that way, or if the cops had bothered to search either of us idiots in the front seat, who knows what would have happened? But, luckily for us, they were racist Indy cops, and the only explanation I can think of for their behavior is that some of us were nerdy white kids instead of nerdy black ones.
We got lucky. Most people, just going by those aforementioned readily available stats, (you can start here by the way!) do not. The idea that cops let black people off more than whites is totally unsupported bullshit.
Edited for grammar