My first night as a bartender, I encountered chaos like no other; luckily my ability to keep calm would teach me a lifelong lesson. Saturday nights at Prosciutto’s have always been busy. The restaurant and bar were full of thirsty patrons. I had always wanted to be a bartender and this
They meet daily in a parking lot. Almost everything in this area is destroyed by the bombings from WWII and only the house of Old Misery stands almost undamaged. One day Blackie loses his leadership to T because he suggests to hitch free bus rides and T suggests to bring down Old Misery’s house from the inside, taking advantage of his upcoming two days absence. The next day the gang meets in the same place, and T starts giving directions. They cut all the wiring, tore the floors, broke the doors and smashed the fixtures.
The marshal turned to his partner and says “this place is a looney place. Let's go to the precinct and let the cops take care of this.” A couple of minutes later we heard sirens and we were ready. Five to six squad cars pulled up, sirens blaring, lights flashing. Led by a big belly Sergeant, who knocked on the door. Boosie told him to get away from door.
The encounter ends with Brown on the ground with 8 shots in him. What happened that made the officer shoot the teen though? St. Louis County Police Chief Joe Belmar claims “Brown physically assaulted the officer, and during a struggle between the two, Brown reached for the officer's gun. One shot was fired within the car followed by other gunshots outside of the car (Gannett).” How could we possibly know if this was what actually happened though? For all we know the officer is making this story up to protect his career from a possible mistake that he made.
Before either one of us even knew it we started to push each other into the wall and hitting each other. Fists flying everywhere. My mom couldn't take it anymore so she decided to call the police on me for what I have done. Literally about a minute later the police showed up. The reason why it didn't take so long for them to arrive was because we live almost up the road from a police station.
Just before the gunfight started, a lady walked out on the street, and started yelling for her son, Junior, telling him to come back inside, to come back to safety. Suddenly hell breaks loose, and cops starts firing 100s of shots at the apartment. It is very chaotic out on the street, with policemen slipping in dog doo. Shots keep getting fired of, but suddenly it stops. The group walks outside, to see what has happened, and our narrator gets into a nasty situation, where he is forced by the policemen, to join them in investigating the apartment they had just been shooting at, because the woman living in the apartment demanded to have a black man at her side, as
The man told me that if I cried he would shoot my mother. Luckily the man had to do errands so he took our car, left us on the side of the street and standing a block away was a police officer who quickly caught up with the man and arrested him. This was my first real experience of fear. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared of losing my life or losing my mom. Just like the Lieutenant Cross, I suffered the fear of losing not only myself but a loved one as well.
In Nepal when a Maoist supporter is found the standard scenario is the Nepali police barging into homes arresting the supporter so they can beat him/her severely for a few days and then let there family know that they were shot dead in an “encounter” with the police. In the case of fifteen year old Subhadra Sapkota, a dancer from Naubise was performing in Kathmandu to support Maoist rebels was gunned down by the police. Violence caused by the police affects Lucas 2 thousands every year world wide, and the fear of it never ending affects even more, even in countries like Nepal that people would never think of such an act being committed. Justice. Just what does this word mean?
All day long, you could see these recruits hanging around on the street corners and sitting on the steps of vacant properties. Although, the police came and ordered them to move on, they just found another vacant property to gather. After each of the gang groups reached their recruitment goals, the initiation began. Each recruit had to take a terrible beating in order to get into the gang and then, ordered to commit some type of crime. Soon after, the turf war began.
Killed my folk a year ago, still in Robinson 2 my sleep they threaten me. Paranoia stressing me, ain't nobody protecting me. I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me. Think 'cause no one's arrested, they coming for me eventually. This was all the things I was going through mentally.” I think he’s telling some secrets behind the music industry and the things that some artists go through every day.