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Brutalization Tactics

When cops are brutalizing their victims, they try to cover their tracks (for witnesses or bodycam) by shouting commands while physically preventing victims from obeying their commands. For instance, twisting arms into painful contortions while shouting, “Give Me Your Hands!”  Sitting on your chest or back while shouting, “Turn Over!”  The most popular tactic is yelling, “Stop Resisting!” when simultaneously punching non-resisting victims in the face or choking them out, while knowing the natural human response is to protect your face from continuous blows or struggling to get oxygen to your lungs as the cops chokes the life out of your body.  

The common trigger response from white people, whenever there is an indisputable incident of police brutality or another murder of an unarmed black person. “Not All Cops Are Bad!” – My response to you is ‘How About Deal With The SPECIFIC INCIDENT CURRENTLY AT HAND, before jumping onto the good-cop bootlicking fest!’ Imagine a woman being hurt, because your spouse cheated on you, and when

My Personal History with Law Enforcement

Richard Nixon, the “Law & Order” president was still in office, and I was four years old when my family moved into a predominantly ‘Black People’ housing project in South Los Angeles, California.  LA was very segregated at the time, because of legal residential segregation – although now outlawed, the results were still evident.

There were still burned out abandoned buildings from the Watts Riots, which took place five years earlier.  The Bloods and Crips were just now being formed, but at that time LA street gangs did not bother anyone who lived their own neighborhood.  The old folks could still correct you for disrespect, and you home to your own parents.  These days, not so much.

Our problem was not with the street gangs, it was the Los Angeles Police Department and the LA County Sheriff's Department of Los Angeles.  The Los Angeles Police Department was worse than any street gang in South LA at the time. They were bullies, and regularly come around to harass Black People. LAPD and LASD regularly planted drugs on residents, (many with no criminal record) then arrested them for the same drugs that .

When I was about seven years old, I remember an incident as clearly as if it occurred today. A Black man, a Vietnam vet with known mental issues, (the Vietnam War was still in full swing) was in his wheelchair was stuck in the middle of the street, when an LAPD vehicle came speeding up the road at top speed.  They slammed on their brakes and stopped in front of him. He cursed them out, because of their driving.  Two white offices got out of their squad car. I thought they were going to help him move to the other side of the street, but instead the two white cops beat him mercilessly, threw him into the backseat of their squad car and then drove away. They at least had the courtesy to store his wheelchair in the trunk of their squad car.

That was my first up close experience witnessing brutality committed against Black people by the police.  Many more incidents like this following.

When I was twelve, during another one of the LAPD’s sweep through the ghetto to harass or arrest Black people I was with a bunch of friends from school.  My friends all ran at top speed in different directions. Since I knew we had not done anything wrong, I turned and walked away slowly.  One of the cops grabbed me and tried to put handcuffs on me and put me in the back of their squad car as they drove me around the neighborhood demanding that I tell them where my friends live.  I refused to talk and figured they would get tired of this cat and mouse game and send me on my way. Without notifying my parents, they took me to the Newton Division Precinct, fingerprinted me, took a mugshot and locked me up in Central Juvenile Hall.  I was released a few days later and given a court appearance date.

Before being released from C.J.H. the comedian Richard Pryor (while still in his prime) came by and did a full performance for (minus profanity) in a large basketball gym and signed autographed photos for each of us.  Apparently, he was a regular visitor to the institution.  Richard wrote on my copy… “Get Out and Stay Out!”  The sad thing is, I was never lived with my family again, until I was 18 years old; for just a few weeks before going into the US Army. That is another story…

Now back to this story…

Once I finally appeared in court, this time accompanied by my mom. The cop told blatant lies on the stand and I was sent back to juvenile hall, awaiting placement in a Boys Ranch in Little Rock, California.  I ran away from there, due to excessive bullying by staff and other kids that were placed there. Although my family lived in a neighborhood notorious as a “Blood” gang neighborhood, I was skinny 12-year-old bookworm with no gang affiliations. I spent the remainder of my teen years moving from various foster homes, group home, boy ranches, open and closed placement centers, boy’s camps and of course, Juvenile Hall.

During this time, I maintained decent grades in school. In fact, I excelled.  I used to write letters home for the other kids who could not read or write, as well as read letters from their family for them. Since I did not get visits from home, they would pay me with whatever treats or comics their family brought for them during Sunday visits.



Slave patrols first began in South Carolina in 1704 and spread throughout the thirteen colonies, lasting well beyond the American Revolution. As the population of black slaves boomed, especially with the invention of the cotton gin, so did the fear of slave resistance and uprisings. The development of slave patrols began when other means of slave control failed to instill slave control and obedience. Their biggest concern were slaves on the plantations since that is where slave populations were highest.

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At first, incentives such as tobacco and money were offered to urge whites to be more vigilant in the capture of runaway slaves. When this approach failed, slave patrols were formally established. Laws were put into place to regulate the activities of both blacks and whites. Slaves who were encountered without passes were expected to be returned to their owners, as stated in the slave code.

Punishment for runaway slaves could be expected. Black persons were subjected to questioning, searches, and other forms of harassment. Oftentimes, whippings and beatings for non-compliant, and even compliant slaves, could be expected. More than floggings and beatings, however, slaves feared the threat of being placed on the auction block and being separated from their families.

If caught by patrols and returned to their masters, being placed on the auction block was an option for masters who no longer wanted to deal with their non-compliant slaves. During these times, slaves were often neglected and mistreated despite having permission to travel.

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In the free north, in places like New York and New England the Irish were primarily in Law Enforcement. 

New York’s longest-serving police commissioner, Raymond Kelly, is an Irish-American. So is the department’s current commissioner, James O’Neill. Municipal police departments across the country celebrate the role of Irish-American cops with Emerald Societies—and there’s historic reason for all of this. Through the 20th century, Irish-Americans dominated many urban police departments. To some extent, they still do today.


The flood of Irish into law enforcement in the second half of the 19th century was particularly striking because, just a couple of decades earlier, city authorities had viewed Irish immigrants as the source of a serious crime problem. In fact, to a large extent, northern U.S. cities invented their police departments to control the Irish “problem.”

In the mid-19th century—and particularly after the Great Famine that ravaged Ireland in the late 1840s—families fled to America with no money to buy land, ending up in the growing shantytowns and slums of cities like New York, Philadelphia and Boston. They took the jobs they could get—as unskilled laborers or domestic servants, making extraordinarily little money. Like other struggling groups before them, some turned to petty theft or sex work to make ends meet.



Published on Jan 19, 2015

"The homeowner who nearly killed an Oklahoma police chief during a raid won’t face charges since cops busted the wrong house. Chief Louis Ross borrowed a bullet-proof vest from a Washita County Sheriff’s Office deputy only minutes before kicking down the front door of a suspected bomb threat hoaxer. The last thing Ross remembers 6 a.m. Thursday is identifying himself as a law officer. Bullets then ripped out of Dallas Horton’s firearm, striking Ross’ chest three times during a raid that could have killed him. A fourth bullet struck Ross’ arm.  I think this was a setup by the white officers in Oklahoma to have the Black chief taken out.

Stand Your Ground Laws do not apply to Black People in America; just ask Breonna Taylor's boyfriend Kenneth Walker. Plain-clothes Louisville Police broke into the (WRONG HOME) their apartment, in the middle of the night, without announcing themselves as law enforcement. Kenneth Walker, a legally licensed gun owner, fearing there was a break-in, attempted to defend himself and Breonna Taylor from what he believed was a home invasion. The plain-clothed cops released a hail of bullets into their home, hitting Breonna at least eight times, while she lay sleeping. Kenneth Walker was arrested and charged with Bronna's murder, even though the cops were wrong, and Kenneth Walker was not committing any crimes which lead to Breonna's death. After an uproar by the public, after hearing of the travesty of justice.

We have all seen the videos on social media where whites are treated differently, and I dare say 'Special' when it comes to the 2nd Amendment.  Cops go out their way to spare the life of white suspects who are fully armed, belligerent, and combative.




"Because I'm white and I say so!" This seems to be the mindset of these Chad's, Becky's, Sue's and Karen's that continually call the cops on Black people for merely existing. They know the magic words to trigger a cop's homicidal rage like they were Pavlov Dogs. There are countless viral videos of white people, mostly white women, using cops as a weapon against Black People. White women's tears have always been a potential death sentence to Black People.  No matter how many times this happens, white women know they're safe in the eyes of the law.



As young as the age of seven, when I watched 2 white LAPD officers beat a wheelchair bound black man, I remember them shouting and using excessing profanity towards me as they slamming the guy's wheelchair in ther squad car trunk.  Law enforcement in America has always dealth with brutaly with Black children.

George Junius Stinney Jr., was an African American teenage boy wrongfully convicted at age 14 of the murder of two girls ages 7 and 11 in 1944 in his hometown of Alcolu, South Carolina. He was executed by electric chair in June of that year, still only 14.



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