Earlier this summer, I wrote about my son, police brutality, and my deepest fears for him. Today those fears were realized. I was having a great day ... school was terrific, received a package of clothing (size 8s!) that fit, and I was feeling very good. The phone rang "Your son wanted me to call you because he is at the car wash right down the street from his job and he is being arrested." I jumped in my car in time to see the police officers slam my son onto the sidewalk - face first. A crowd had already gathered and one of the car wash workers told me that the police pulled him over, yanked him out of the car, and that he had been slammed on the ground four or five times. I ran to the police car and asked the officers what they were doing to my son. One answered me in the most disrespectful tone I had heard in a long time and said "Lady, your son is going to jail today and if you say another word I will arrest you for obstruction of justice and you will go with him."
I told him that he was just going to have to cuff me then, because someone was going to tell me what was going on with my son. I also told him that he did not start addressing me in a more respectful tone, that I would call my contacts at the police department and we would all going to jail together. Finally, I went nuts - crying, screaming, and warning them not to slam my son on the ground again. The rude one finally told me that my son was pulled over because he was blasting his "ghetto" music in violation of the noise ordinance. He said that my son's car would be impounded and he was going to jail. It was surreal ... as though I had seen this scene in my mind a million times.
The people at the car wash who had seen everything were very kind while I was waiting. They washed my car, gave me a coke, and lots of Kleenex. After what seemed like an eternity, the officer emerged from the car - red faced and angry. He said, and I will never forget the look on his face when he said it "His kind always have outstanding warrants ... I just can't find any, so I guess we have to let him go." They gave him a ticket, impounded his car, calling it a "criminal tool" and gave us a court date. They were not going to allow him to remove his belongings from his car, but they finally did - after I went off again with the growing crowd backing me up.
We removed his things and walked to my car. There were no words to say. I noticed that his cheek was bleeding, but did not say anything. At his apartment, he showed me the scrapes on his arms and chest and told me that his knee was sore. All I could do was tell him how sorry I was. I held him like he was a baby again.
After he took his shower, I came home, made some calls and demanded an investigation. I wish I could post this in the main forum, because I think it is important - but I am not in the mood to be attacked right now.