I
knew I had on the only shirt I owned, I found it out back of this restaurant on
Pratt Street a while back. I wanted to get out of this area as soon as I could.
I might be homeless but I’m not stupid. I know the police already hate black
people, and here I am with a shirt saying “Fuck the Police”. Something was
going to happen if I didn’t go, I just knew it.
I
began walking away when a new line of officers approached, I guess the rioters
were moving in the direction of me trying to flee. As I tried to turn around
one officer flipped me off and cursed at me with all his built up racial
tension. I tried my best to keep moving but he would not stop. I lost it, I did
my best to be calm but I lost it! Ever since my car accident, my temper was
never really controllable.
As I turned
around screaming with furry I realized the officer had disappeared. I wanted to
leave but now it was too late. I had caught the attention of another officer. This
one seemed angrier than the first one. Yelling and cursing at me set my temper
off yet again, so I yelled back. The crowd didn’t seem to notice at first, they
had been seeing this type of thing for days now.
Then the
officer took it way too far. He pulled out the biggest bottle of pepper spray I
had ever seen and unloaded on me. I don’t know how I can even still see. This
drove the other rioters insane! All because of one angry officer; I end up
getting sprayed. I wasn’t even mad at this one, well not until he yelled at me.
Police need to learn a lesson, and I hope the one who actually caused this
event comes forward in court. Justice will be served.
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