.peace.
My Father being an ex Black Panther (not the new, yes the originals with all respect)...has gotten him and our family so much attention wherever he/we have moved. Though I was not around for the days when he was an actual Panther out in Philadelphia to be right and exact, when I had finally came through the womb..I remember from a very young age..that my Father was often hounded by the cops., for no apparent reason. More time went on, and my first experience with the cops was the result of an actual "dare" (truth or dare game) by one of my friends. I refused to tell a truth one round and accepted a dare, and my friend told me to pick up a potato gun that we had been using on and off during the day (yes, we were really young).
This is a
potato gun:
We then proceeded into the night. A Black man was pulled over by a cop in our hood...and was standing outside giving the man a breath-a-lizer., made him walk the line, fingers to the nose, the whole 9. My friend and I were hidden in a bush. He told me I had to shoot at the cop as a dare. The next thing you know, we are lighting the back of this gun that was loaded with a sweet potato..I'm aimin...and bam...I hit the cop car's sirens. WE RAN LIKE HELL., and were never caught.
This is what a potato gun can do (click the link):
potato gun goes boom
it was a childhood invention..lol.
Then I aged, other experiences with cops included: running after us for no apparent reason; been handcuffed for no apparent reason; been pulled over for Driving While BLACK; interrogated under the "light" so I would snitch on something I knew NOTHING about; almost got into a phsyical confrontation with one of them because they believed my friend was a "wanted" person..I approached them to see what was going on..the pig put his hand on my chest I knocked it off and told him a couple of words; they've tazered some of my friends; I've been maced for having a big mouth; they tear GASSED a club I was at when I was much younger...while we were breakdancing.., I've been handcuffed (and just like Menace II Society)..thrown in the back of a pig's car..and dropped off in a mexican hood (they thought they would beat the living life out of us, and we were lucky)..I'm trying to think of what else. For now, that will do. I already don't trust police..and come to think of it, I really despise them..just thinking of my childhood to teenage memories.
PEACE
Narmer the 7th SuN