Cleaning to fix what was broken and smoking to ease the pain. This is true for not only that day, but many more to follow. Seeing my brother come back was the biggest relief. Given a summons for possession of a damn BB gun. A BB gun that was broke and taken from young children that were playing with it. What a system this is.
The ambulance pulled off; I know he feels like s**t. Two cop cars actually followed the ambulance to my house. This is a first to me, especially after the swarm of them just left. After putting my younger brother in their car, they took the cuffs off of the rest of us. An eternity passed before that happened.
I can't believe it, my family wrapped up in some mess. Who would set us up in the neighborhood? We're so open and everyone comes to our barbecues. Confusing as time was moving slow, yet fast all at once. 9 in the morning and we’re here sitting with these damn handcuffs on. That’s what now, three hours of this s**t? Maybe I can just lay on my back and squeeze my hands out because they’re so sweaty. Just one at a time and they’ll think I’m just lying back... F*** this isn’t working. I never thought I’d be cuffed in my own damn house for the first time. The sound of handcuffs dangling are unforgettable, sounding like a metal chain but also the sound reminds me of your life ending.
This is crazy! Who would lie and say that we had guns in the house? This makes no sense! Before we even saw the warrant that was in my younger brother’s name, we were all arrested. My mom, two brother and two uncles all in cuffs. The redhead, wrinkle skin sole female police officer in a “Gang Squad” T-shirt actually stayed in the bathroom with my mom when she had to go.
This is crazy! The only one that wasn’t attacked was my brother’s children’s mother who was holding my infant nephew at the time. My brother was attacked for trying to get to his son when they busted in. He suffered numerous wounds and looked terrible. The only thing they didn’t do to him was kill him. So many cops, for what?!
It was like a movie I thought, maybe we’re being filmed. I only captured maybe five out of the rest. A tall, muscular, long nosed, bald black man with a whiskey voice in the same T-shirt as the female police officer, which I figured they were apart of as voices rang just that during all of this. All of this at 6 a.m. and you don’t think he’d be alarmed to get to his infant son? Well hell, just a couple of minutes earlier I had a gun, flashlight and riot shield in my face screaming to, “Get on the f****** floor,” by a white guy in full riot gear. Above him a Latino man, who I initially thought was another white man from his stereotypical white guy voice, pointing a gun and flashlight in my face.
My unwary initial reaction was on full display as I asked to put on some clothes. With the response being the aforementioned, I did just that. That banging sound on the door was way too loud to be my imagination or the TV. This is my home and I feel so violated in it. I don't sleep the same as every morning it replays in my head.
September 1 will never be the same for me again. I couldn’t believe what was happening and, until I physically got up and saw all the lights and noise, I initially thought it was a UFO. Was this all a dream? And if not, why couldn’t it be?
