by Daveparts
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2:02 pm in Uncategorized by Daveparts
It was just a simple police stop, I was walking back home from the store, penny food under my arm, when I saw him. A police cruiser parked crookedly on the side road, red and blue lights flashed wildly. Two black uniformed police officers held a wallet and stood over a subject sitting in the grass. He laid one arm across a raised knee his other propping him up. The man in the grass appeared casual, more relaxed about the situation than the police officers. Or maybe he was just tired; maybe he was just another soldier of the road, another veteran of our harsh times.
(Photo: Matthew Fern / Flickr)
It brought back memories of an E-mail with a link to a video sent to me. In it, a young man was stopped by police in Fullerton California; he is lucid, conversational and was in no ways threatening or potentially violent. I watched this first video lasting only eight or nine minutes, but after watching it I went searching for a longer version. I wanted to understand how this could happen, the complete video was shocking and not for the faint of heart, a confrontation leading to a young man being tazered half a dozen times and beaten to a bloody pulp is over thirty minutes long.
As the video opens, a cop waves his baton assertively, like a peacock preening or a wild bull rutting in the ground. It is a full fifteen minutes after police begin their interrogation of this young man before things start going terribly wrong. The young man is obviously becoming tired of the police interrogation tactics. Questions asked with a snarl full of condescension, asked with intent to aggravate trying to get a rise out of the citizen.
“Seems like every day we gotta talk to you about something,” – Officer Manuel Ramos
“Two days in a row,”- Corporal Jay Cicinelli
