When I was in college, I once got into an altercation with the police
I was crossing the street with my date and with a friend who was also
crossing the street with his date. We were on our way to a restaurant.
An unmarked "police" car stopped and the driver opened the rear door and
asked the young women if they'd like to join him.
The car was a a Ford LTD exactly like the police force used. The guy
looked exactly like a plain close police man and he even had radios and
a red light exactly like the police...but something seemed fishy so I
slammed the door shut and we continued on.
Within seconds , the driver ran out and put his hands around my neck and
I told my friend to call the cops immediately. I assumed the guy to be
an impostor but was not really sure what was going on.
I oddly enough over-powered him and ended up breaking the watch right
off his wrist. I handed it back to him and told him, " Here is your
cheap piece of crap watch!"
Then uniformed police arrived and talked to the guy. By this time the
area was surrounded by my college buddies and they thought I was in real
One of the Milwaukee policemen then came over and informed me the driver
of the car was the Chief of the (nearby) Mequon Fire depart and had "too
much firewater". "Did I want to press charges?"
The police officer and I had a big laugh and I shook my head and said "no".
We then continued on and had our meal.
In 1978, I was walking home at 11 PM after checking something at the
church, half a mile away. I was listening to the World Series on an
earphone connected to a black pocket radio I held in front of my chest.
I was on the sidewalk along a state highway. I was in a dip, out of
sight of houses. There were no street lights on that stretch.
The road was on my left. From behind, a car cut across. The lights shut
off as the left front tire reached the curb. The driver's door flew
open, blocking me. No interior light came on. A dark shape jumped out. I
knew it was a cop only because my peripheral vision saw the outline of
the light bar on the roof. If I'd looked that way, I don't know if I
would have seen it. Central vision is poor in the dark.
It was a bizarre way for cops to behave. I couldn't see over the crest a
few yards ahead. A car coming over the crest could plow into the
blacked-out cop car.
Before I went to Vietnam, I was amazed that veterans could see so well
in the field at night. I got better when I was there. I felt like
Audrey Hepburn in "Wait Until Dark." I'd been back 10 years, but my
night vision was still good enough that as the driver jumped out in
front of me, I could see his partner jump out and run around the back.
He must have been wearing sneaky soles because I didn't hear him running.
I was phlegmatic. I was concerned that these assholes could cause an
accident and were about to interrupt the World Series. As the partner
rounded the back of the car in his sneaky shoes, he raised his club over
his head. That's when my hair seemed to stand on end.
I'd once been issued a club to escort a prisoner. I was warned that a
blow could kill him or leave him paralyzed. By the feel of the club, I
I hated it. For all I knew, his only offense was the equivalent of
being late for school. Even if concern for him didn't inhibit me, the
club was too slow for a prisoner who might make his move at any instant.
If he ran, my hands would be quicker. If he jumped me, the club could
be a disadvantage.
I ate lunch with one hand. I thought of letting him eat first so he
could hold my club, but if he wasn't honest, he might steal it while I
was looking for a napkin to wipe my hands so he wouldn't slip from my
grasp if I caught him.
That night in 1978, when I saw the cop raise his club over his head as
he ran, I knew from experience that it was clumsy. The only reason to
do it was to fracture my skull from behind. I spun toward him. In the
words of Rick Nelson, "When you dance with me don't dance too slow. Move
on up, get toe to toe. we're gonna rock till we can't rock no more."
(His mother loved that song. It was about the time a 14-year-old had
him on the carpet, like Daisy Mae and Li'l Abner. Ozzie and John Wayne
were outraged, but Harriet went on TV to tell the world they were
following their natural feelings and she wasn't knocking it.)
If I jumped at the right instant, my hand would be quicker than his
club. I would attempt a field tracheotomy. If that failed, I'd be too
close for his club, and I could try my hand at eye surgery.
He stopped short, as if I were pointing a gun at him. The driver turned
on his flashlight. He asked for my driver's license. I was no stranger.
I'd lived there 13 years. My father was FOP chaplain. I spent a lot of
time on the streets because I'd probably walk if a place was within a
couple of miles. There were few other pedestrians in town.
I expected to be interrogated. Someone was killed beneath the town all
light, and the slayer who ran looked a lot like me. Unless my best
friend's wife testified, I'd hang.
They drove off with no questions. If there had been no murder, there
had been no reason to stop me.
Blacking out their car endangered traffic and meant I couldn't see they
were cops. In terms of their own safety, they couldn't have seen if I'd
pointed a gun at them. They must have wanted to club me to death. They
could tell the press it was a drug deal gone bad. Nobody had reason to
think I was involved in criminal activity, so it must have been a
personal vendetta. If you want to hire a murderer, check with your
police chief. Politicians hire chiefs and chiefs hire cops. What
politician wouldn't want murderers on his payroll?
When I turned toward him in the dark while holding a pocket radio in
front of my chest, the cop with the club must have mistaken it for a gun
pointed at him. They intended to move quickly, and this was a hitch.
Once they turned on the flashlight, the fear of being seen stopped them
When you leave the house, carry a crucifix for protection from vampires
and a pocket radio for protection from cops. Why don't they make
crucifixes with headphone jacks? No mass appeal?
> complying with their orders greatly
> increases your chances of survival.
The quick brown fox got stopped by the
lazy cop's back.
This video is by Chris Rock, who advise how
not to get your ass kicked by the police.
High PG-13 to R rated for language, but what
he says is correct.
Christopher A. Young
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On Wednesday, April 15, 2015 at 10:48:55 PM UTC-4, Seymore4Head wrote:
You know what's interesting? We've seen all the protests about
black lives matter, hands up don't shoot, and all the rest. Lectures
from Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Obama and the usual race hustlers.
But what haven't we seen that would make a HUGE difference in avoiding
these shootings by police? These leaders and talking heads telling
blacks and everyone else that the way to avoid this from happening
is to just cooperate with the police. In almost every one of these
recent cases, if the suspect had cooperated, not resisted arrest,
the shooting never would have happened. That doesn't say the cops are
never at fault, clearly in some of these latest episodes, they are.
But why is there no message being sent out to blacks to just
Actually, there is a message being sent out. The president of a
chapter of the NAACP just told blacks that they should arm themselves
to protect themselves from police who are "terrorists". Great idea,
eh? I'm sure that will help the situation a lot.....
That would be in West Memphis Ar , I believe . The FBI/justice dept/and/or
other agencies have told the Memphis Tn juvenile court to lighten up ,
they're being too tough on youthful offenders . Did you see the recent video
of them attacking the black guy that helped the lady to her car ? Apparently
we didn't get to see all the surveillance video , it seems the "youthful
crowd" harassed her going into the store . And remember a few months ago
when the "youthful crowd" beat a Kroger employee severely ? The "youths"
that put that guy in the hospital got 20 hours community service each for
that one ...
Our kids that live in Memphis tell us that there are shots most every
night , usually several times . And the influential racist black leaders are
telling blacks to "arm themselves against the police" ... looks a lot like
they're trying to set the stage for a martial law takeover ... and it
wouldn't surprise me if there were efforts to suspend elections "until this
crisis is over" .
That'd be like declaring open season on those alphabet agencies ... and
200 million deer hunters would be more than happy to fill a tag .
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