Harmony School, 1996, Page 183

Description:	Dear mista chief of police,hik a v 73 A i .ABelieve it or not, everyone in the middle school kissed inelWarnJIExcuse my hand writing but try to understand that I wrote this witha broken hand. Im just one out of many from the inner-city whos been avictim of unseen brutality, beaten with a billie club until I became numb.Pistol whip bruises on my face from a hand gun. They said that I wasspeeding, going over the limit, but when they pulled me over, man thenever gave me a ticket. They just said I better stick both of my hands out mywindow real slow or be one dead negro. But I was used to routine. Im underthe slow pace cause I dont want to be a mistake. But thats when yourboys got to trippin on me, pulled me out my car and they both startedkickin on me. I aint no punchin bag man. My name aint Gredy or Fredyfor a cop to be beatin on me any time that hes ready. So I drop to myknees, and I cover my head tight, but thats when they bust me in the neckwith a flashlight. But still I stayed calm, and I took the pain, picturing myancestors going through the same damn thing. But then I started thinkingbout the brother from Altadina who was in the same I wasnt next on theeagenda. So I got up flip, heard him hit the corner. But when I woke up,...another black and white. Im paralyzed waist down from a bullet wound.And now Im being charged for resisting arrest, but it was either catch abullet or be beaten to death. Now for the rest of my life, I got tubesconnected to my lungs, just because your boys wanted to have fun. Soheres a complaint to let the whole world know--this is what goes onbehind closed doors.
Source:	http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-harmony/id/1500
Collection:	Harmony School

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