Has Anyone Else's life Been Affected by Police Brutality?

[whoaskew]

Over the past couple months, there have been many instances of police brutality and police killings being reported that have garnered national attention – Mike Brown, Andrew Scott Gaynier, Ezell Ford, Dillon Taylor, Dante Parker, Omar Abrego, Jacinto Zavala, Diana Showman, Michelle Cusseaux, Joshua Paul, Joseph Jennings, Guillermo Canas, Chris Lollie, Bryce Masters, and many, many others



I thought I should share my personal experience about how my life has been affected by Police Brutality:


While a senior at PSU, where he majored in accounting, my Dad was a victim of police brutality. He was driving home to KC for the weekend, when an 18 wheeler veered into his lane causing a wreck. The Police arrived, and saw that he was Black, so they beat him - breaking over a dozen bones and leaving him with permanent brain damage. Eventually my Dad received a settlement from the Police Department, but the money didn't erase what they did, and it surely didn't make up for all the lives that were affected in the process.

My mother was pregnant with me at the time this occurred, so I never even got a chance to develop a relationship with my Dad before the incident occurred. I remember telling my Dad I would be going to college in a small town, just like he did, and I remember him breaking down in tears begging me not to... swearing that if I went to college in a small town, someone would kill me before I made it to graduation, just like they tried to do to him. I kept that thought in the back of my mind, every day for the entire fours years that I attended Lincoln University, and especially during my junior and senior years when I commuted twice per week between Lincoln University in Jefferson City, MO and Kansas City, Missouri where I worked as a Supervisor at H&R Block.

I was fortunate that despite his injuries, my father lived to see my 30th birthday. That was long enough for him to see me graduate with my bachelor's degree in business, see the birth of both of his grandsons (my sons), and later saw me graduate with my master's degree in business. My father died at 52 years old, and while it was initially thought that his death was suspicious, it was later confirmed that his death was due to the brain damage caused by a stroke.

On the day my Dad died, I made this post on the planet - http://www.chiefsplanet.com/BB/showthread.php?p=5845168 - and I am still grateful for all the support that I received during that time.


If you have any comments or experiences with police brutality, please share them below


P.S. For those that are interested, you can follow along as I make updates about this topic on my blog - http://www.asknigeljohnson.com/stop-police-brutality/

[Ming the Merciless]

Originally Posted by Simply Red

would you be scared of Suge Knight?

Only if he loved you more than I do

which I do not believe ANY man is capable of

and then I would also be scared of what I would do to him

[Sweet Daddy Hate]

Originally Posted by Pawnmower

Only if he loved you more than I do

which I do not believe ANY man is capable of

and then I would also be scared of what I would do to him

[Buzz]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?featur...&v=ZLTBrWEWW4A

[teedubya]

My life has been affected by having to read shit about it online.

[SAUTO]

Originally Posted by Buzz

I remember you saying this before, as a white guy, not a place I would want to drive through after dark. I used to sell window signs to a chicken place there 20 years ago, didn't feel comfortable during the day.

, What chicken joint?


My pops still lives in the same house and they run little bars all over.
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[MOhillbilly]

No.

I'm excellent at avoiding them.

[SAUTO]

Originally Posted by MOhillbilly

No.

I'm excellent at avoiding them.

I learned quick at about 11
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[LoneWolf]

Originally Posted by DC.chief

One June night in 2008, I had an argument with my father and had left the house to cool down. While I was out my mother called and said I need you here now it's about dad hurry. I speed home and find my dad in the backyard underneath the deck sitting on a retaining wall with a gun behind his back. He was calm at the time but had claimed he was going to shoot himself. I was back there with my mom and my neighbor having a calm conversation and trying to talk him into giving us the gun.

I left the yard and went next door where two federal law enforcement agents resided. I ask them for advice as they were friends and the both said call the cops. I felt things were under control but decided lets be safe about this. I call. 4 deputies show up and formulate a plan in less than 2 minutes to basically storm through the gate through our privacy fence to taser him. It is pitch black outside as it is nearly midnight mind you. They storm through the gate. point flashlights in his face and fire tasers at him before even announcing themselves. one probe hits his arm but the other misses. He stands up and runs to the back door of the house while leaving the gun behind on the retaining wall. as he opens the door a deputy puts a 3 round burst from an ar-15 in his back and he falls face first into the rec room. my mother and I were both with in a few feet of him. I watched him lift his head and arm for a brief second and he took his last breath.

We went through two federal trials and lost both. the police claimed he had the gun on him and raised it at them even though all 3 bullet wounds were in his backside. They lied and said the gun was underneath him after he fell. Yet from all the blood that stained the carpet underneath his torso not a drop of it was on the gun, which was still in its holster by the way. we lost the appeal. I will never under any circumstance call the police again. If I had only tackled him and took the gun from him, which I could have, this all could have been avoided. In my defining moment, I failed.

Where can I access more information about this incident? I would like to read more about this case.

[Buzz]

Originally Posted by JASONSAUTO

, What chicken joint?


My pops still lives in the same house and they run little bars all over.
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Don't remember, a long time ago, and wow, when I drove through there I felt like I could get shot from any direction. You hear about east St. Louis, some places you don't go, that would be top of the list. Stupid is as stupid does, I'm not that damn dumb.

[SAUTO]

Originally Posted by Buzz

Don't remember, a long time ago, and wow, when I drove through there I felt like I could get shot from any direction. You hear about east St. Louis, some places you don't go, that would be top of the list. Stupid is as stupid does, I'm not that damn dumb.

It was all any of us knew. We loved and lived it.
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[DC.chief]

Originally Posted by eDave

Damn. I don't know what else to say really. How are you doing?

Some days are better than others. At the deposition I sat across a table from the man, coward, that pulled the trigger and stared him in the face for 3 hours. I've considered doing things i've never imagined I could. But obviously none of that will change anything.

So It's either give up or find a way to live.

[eDave]

Originally Posted by DC.chief

Some days are better than others. At the deposition I sat across a table from the man, coward, that pulled the trigger and stared him in the face for 3 hours. I've considered doing things i've never imagined I could. But obviously none of that will change anything.

So It's either give up or find a way to live.

Your father will be proud of you if you find a way live. Tall order I know.

Sorry for the sap. Your story had an impact on me.

[Chiefs4TheWin]

Originally Posted by DC.chief

One June night in 2008, I had an argument with my father and had left the house to cool down. While I was out my mother called and said I need you here now it's about dad hurry. I speed home and find my dad in the backyard underneath the deck sitting on a retaining wall with a gun behind his back. He was calm at the time but had claimed he was going to shoot himself. I was back there with my mom and my neighbor having a calm conversation and trying to talk him into giving us the gun.

I left the yard and went next door where two federal law enforcement agents resided. I ask them for advice as they were friends and the both said call the cops. I felt things were under control but decided lets be safe about this. I call. 4 deputies show up and formulate a plan in less than 2 minutes to basically storm through the gate through our privacy fence to taser him. It is pitch black outside as it is nearly midnight mind you. They storm through the gate. point flashlights in his face and fire tasers at him before even announcing themselves. one probe hits his arm but the other misses. He stands up and runs to the back door of the house while leaving the gun behind on the retaining wall. as he opens the door a deputy puts a 3 round burst from an ar-15 in his back and he falls face first into the rec room. my mother and I were both with in a few feet of him. I watched him lift his head and arm for a brief second and he took his last breath.

We went through two federal trials and lost both. the police claimed he had the gun on him and raised it at them even though all 3 bullet wounds were in his backside. They lied and said the gun was underneath him after he fell. Yet from all the blood that stained the carpet underneath his torso not a drop of it was on the gun, which was still in its holster by the way. we lost the appeal. I will never under any circumstance call the police again. If I had only tackled him and took the gun from him, which I could have, this all could have been avoided. In my defining moment, I failed.

My god man.... There is nothing on this planet I can say except, DO NOT GIVE UP!! Keep speaking out. There is always someone in this world willing to listen.

I hope beyond all hope justice comes to you and your family.

[Buzz]

Originally Posted by JASONSAUTO

It was all any of us knew. We loved and lived it.
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I'm not even going to try to come from where you came from, people in that neighbor hood, outsiders are prey.

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by DC.chief

One June night in 2008, I had an argument with my father and had left the house to cool down. While I was out my mother called and said I need you here now it's about dad hurry. I speed home and find my dad in the backyard underneath the deck sitting on a retaining wall with a gun behind his back. He was calm at the time but had claimed he was going to shoot himself. I was back there with my mom and my neighbor having a calm conversation and trying to talk him into giving us the gun.

I left the yard and went next door where two federal law enforcement agents resided. I ask them for advice as they were friends and the both said call the cops. I felt things were under control but decided lets be safe about this. I call. 4 deputies show up and formulate a plan in less than 2 minutes to basically storm through the gate through our privacy fence to taser him. It is pitch black outside as it is nearly midnight mind you. They storm through the gate. point flashlights in his face and fire tasers at him before even announcing themselves. one probe hits his arm but the other misses. He stands up and runs to the back door of the house while leaving the gun behind on the retaining wall. as he opens the door a deputy puts a 3 round burst from an ar-15 in his back and he falls face first into the rec room. my mother and I were both with in a few feet of him. I watched him lift his head and arm for a brief second and he took his last breath.

We went through two federal trials and lost both. the police claimed he had the gun on him and raised it at them even though all 3 bullet wounds were in his backside. They lied and said the gun was underneath him after he fell. Yet from all the blood that stained the carpet underneath his torso not a drop of it was on the gun, which was still in its holster by the way. we lost the appeal. I will never under any circumstance call the police again. If I had only tackled him and took the gun from him, which I could have, this all could have been avoided. In my defining moment, I failed.

Holy. Shit.