Sometime last week I experienced my own share of police brutality…and no there was no use of excessive force, as the officer tried to douse me with a lot of verbal and psychological intimidation.
At this time, the race of the officer does not matter as I am not putting it in a racial envelope. This particular day, I would be located somewhere around downtown Houston, Tx with a couple of friends. After I must have driven the perimeter around 2 or 3 blocks for about 15mins, searching in vain for a parking spot, I would come back to get a spot adjacent to our intended hangout spot. Just like that.. See the elaboration! Ha-ha
Yes, just like that.
Barely five minutes later, I would be accosted by an irate officer who would dash towards me because I wouldn’t walk on the sidewalk. My reason and probably the reason of 67.5 other people around me at the time would be that there was obviously water flowing out from a broken pipe somewhere creating puddles every half a step one would try to take.
By now we were chest to chest; with him yelling swear words at me every time he remembered he had an open hole on his face that made him audible. He accused me of being intoxicated, pulled out his handcuffs whilst holding my wrist asking repeatedly “do you want to go home or go to jail”, all this in a space of five to seven minutes.