"“You stole this uniform,” the officer spat, tightening the handcuffs until they bit into my skin. “People like you don’t earn stars. You buy them at costume shops.” I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight back. I stood against the cold metal of the patrol car, staring at the rising sun over the Georgia pines, and took a deep breath. “Officer,” I said, my voice shaking only slightly. “My name is General Regina Cal. My ID is in the front seat. If you check it, you will see who I am.” “I don’t need to che