What Are Some Of Your Personal Experiences With Pigs?

[DJ RBG]

As a youth I never had any run in with pigs, my parents both despised the pigs and sheltered my siblings and me from any contact what so ever, we weren't allowed to watch ANY pig related programs, no Miami Vice, no NY undercover, not even Shaft was allowed in our home. I was 20yrs old when my Sister Queen, “Kafi� (RIU) delivered my Son, I was so excited, passing out cigars, the whole 9 yards.

She was in the medical field and believed in a completely sanitized environment, so after re-doing his room setting up the crib and stuff, I headed to the carwash, it was a do it your self type of carwash, so I proceeded to wash the car, I had a bucket with a brush for the raised white letters on my tires and was scrubbing the tires, when the attendant approached me and stated "nigger" can't you read? I hadn't seen the sign and really wasn't paying attention (the sign said no buckets) to anything other than getting this car cleaned and picking up my new born son and Queen.

After he said that I asked what did you say?, (not believing he said that). He said you heard! I responded if I’m a nigger your mother is a nigger, and continued to wash my car, I pulled it to the curb and began to dry it, and just then 3 police cars pulled up, two pigs one Black and one white asked me what was going on? I told them I was washing my car and that the attendant started tripping.

I was facing the pigs while explaining what happened, all of a sudden the attendant put me in a choke hold from behind, then the uniformed pigs who responded assisted him in cuffing me (come to find out the attendant was a sergeant) while handcuffed I was punched repeatedly in the face and abdomen, kicked in the groan etc. when they got me into the station to book me, my Queen's uncle who was a lawyer just happened to be there obtaining a Police report for something unrelated, But knew his niece had just had a Baby and was suppose to be coming home that very day, I asked him to call my Dad and let him know where I was, which he did.

I found out later on that my Queen's uncle applied some type of pressure on those officers cause in less that 2hrs I was released without posting bail or anything, I was charged with, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, inciting a riot and making terroristic threats, my car was impounded but I didn’t have to pay a dime, my Father's friend insisted that I go straight to the emergency room upon release to document the contusions and bruises I had which I did, 6 wks later they dropped all charges, but we didn’t, hell naw!!

They ended up paying monetary damages and that pig was removed off the force, he had a history of brutality, murdered a young Brother and was in violation of the pigs moonlighting rules which formed the basis of the settlement, he wasn’t even suppose to be there ... SO WHEN I SAY FUCK THE POLICE !!! I MEAN FUCK THE POLICE !!!

Yo share your stories, if you Black you got sum fa sho..
I got one more after ya'll share some.. Uhuru FTP 4 Life

[NeterHeru]

Blessinsg of Peace and Serenity,

DJRBG: I have no stories to share other than typically being stopped on the street and questioned, as all our people are. In any case, glad you got out of the situation and he got what was coming to him.

[Militantgsg]

When I was 14 years old, I was "caught" with 2 train passes while cutting school. In NYC you were supposed to have only one. This one pig, hand cuffed me to a bench in a cell, told his partner pig that he is going to get points towards a promotion for this, and charged me with petty larceney.

[Nandii]

Damn! DJ RBG unfortunately that is so believable.. and this is a really good thread!

A breif story that I have is: Once I was riding along in my car and I was about 2 to 3 blcks from my home and the area I was coming through (a small township with a notorious reputation of incidents of harrassing afrikan peoples by racist white cops. It had been this way for as long as I can remember) Well anyway... I had to go to the restroom and in this final stretch before I got to the house. Who knows I may have been speeding but I am inclined to say that I wasn't. Looking in the rear view mirror I see this cop with his flashers on and beginning to sound is siren ....I turn a corner and pull over....he came to the car door and ask me for my information. I promtly gave it to him and and ask the reason he had stopped me . He said "you were speeding "I said "I don't think so."..and informed him that I had to go to the bathroom ...right now!!!! I pointed to a laudramat that was right there and proceeded to go there...
When I returned... I walked up to his car window and asked him was he finished writing the ticket. He told me to "go get in your 'fuckin' car and sit down" ............... What!!!!! At the time i could not believe my ears. I said to him "You don't tell me to go get in my 'FUCKIN' car and sit down" he and I exchanged a few more words and in a flash he said "that's it your under arrest" and got out of his vehicle and proceed to try and grab my arm ...I was trying to keep him from getting a hold on me and asking at the same time what was he talking about ? he and I went to town out there (fighting) or what ever you want to call it cause certainly I could not beat him! he turn me upside down and all over the place I tried kickin him in the groin and he twisted my arms and flipped me to try getting the handcuff on me ...during this altercation there two groups of people (africans and whites)on two different sides of the street watching ...the side with the crackers was saying "oh look! at her she is resisting arrest" the other side (afrikans ) were shouting" he doesn't have to do her like that!" ( it was horrible! and embarred is not even the word for what i felt ) By the time this mf succeded in getting the hancuffs on me we were both out of breath and he threw me in the car and began making his way to the precinct with me all the while tellling him..... (something I can't mention here) but he didn't pay me any attention. And called me a liar and that I should shut up, cause he didn't care anyway about this particular peice of information.
When we reached the precinct and he finished recounting to "the boys" about my 'resisting arrest' which they seemed to love the break in thier otherwise boring day I was unhandcuffed told tat now I could make my call.....I used the call very wisely and related MY story to the recipient of it... who listened carefully and seemed to me not to get as excited as I had wanted and when I finished asked me to hand the phone to the arresting officer ....(he was standing there still talking to his boyz)
I did so .....and watched him turn as red as a beet as he learned the truth of what I had been telling him all along.
Ater he hung up he opologized to me and I was released without further incident..........
The reason I did not pursue this futher was because of 'the call' and the ramifications of their involvment.

So there is... ONE of my encounters

[Goddess IsIs Akkebala]

Hoteph Beloved Ones:

MY Spirit honors your Spirit.

This information I am revealing will be in one of my books.

I was raped by one, and almost raped by two more.

Many of my female associates were young and naïve I was a Freelance Model back in the 70's. As a Freelance Model, you have no agent, and you work when you desire. People who are just starting out in Clubs normally have fashion shows, and they seek Freelance Models who they do not have to pay as much to be in their fashion shows.

I had a friend who made clothes, and she introduced me to another male friend (photographer) who asked me to model for the Holice Benevolent Ball in Bayridge/Bensohurst, in Brooklyn, NY. This photographer knew these police officers.

My friend (female) gave me clothes valued at $2,000, to model in the show which I thought was going to be more females than me, and turned out when I arrived at the Holice Benevolent Ball, I was a one woman fashion show. Oh, and by the way, I was escorted to the Holice Benevolent Ball by two plain-clothes cops, in an unmarked car, arranged by the photographer.

I was told by the photographer to speak with a person (name unknown) at the Holice Benevolent Ball, and discuss the pay I would receive. I did immediately upon arrival. It was clear as to what I would receive, and I place the clothes in a back room as instructed, and proceeded to dress for my first show. I noticed that the place where this Ball was being held, was extremely small, dingy, and there was no females in it with Ball gowns, and not one in there with Tuxedos. Um!

Any way beloved, this is the type of scene we as Freelance models encounters. The show must go on.

I needed a mirror so that I could see each outfit that I changed into. The dressing room was a storage room. I asked the (name unknown) person who told me how much I would be paid after the show was over, about a mirror. Oh, let me add. I also needed the ideal music to model with. Remember this is a Holice Benevolent so-called Ball, and it was all white Pigs (males/females). No arranged DJ, and I believe it was a lot of Frank Sinatra music being played.

The unknown person told me to use the female bathroom to dress.
I went in the direction of the female bathroom, and all these drunker than skunks pigs was standing right by the bathroom, and they started to gnaw and claw at me.

I managed to escape their gnaws and claws. I entered the bathroom thinking I had entered a safe haven, because now I needed to think about an escape route, because I was not going to be gnawed and clawed. When I entered the female bathroom, it was suddenly co-ed. Pigs barely standing up against the walls, holding their drinks in their hands. I heard moaning and groaning in the stalls, and other kinds of sounds I will spare Blackmic with.

All of sudden a Puerto Rican young female comes out of one of the stalls, followed by the pig that was in it with her, and one of the pigs standing on the wall, entered the stall with her.

Each stall had some actions going on. I couldn’t even get in one to use for Natures reason.

This was a scene in Hell. Once again, I managed to get out but not without being clawed and gnawed at.

I tried to maintain my composure long enough to put my escape thoughts together.

Now I had Sized up the situation when I came in, and it did not appear to have been what I encountered, until after my Exploration of the place. The geographical location, I was not certain of, because one can live in Brooklyn or anywhere, and if they arrive at a place they never heard of, they will not know where they are. All I know is, it was Bensohurst/Bridge, Brooklyn, and back in the 70's that was not a place Afrikans would be caught in. I thought I was in good care with the Holice. I observed the activities in living color (pigs having sex with prostitutes in the bathroom). It was time for one of my trinities to go into action.(three T's) TIME, TIMELY, TIMELESS. I had to escape.

After getting out of that spider web (pigs clawing at me in the bathroom), I noticed a pig who (naïve again) who was standing unsoberly like, and did not seem to be like the others (dah). I approached him and asked him will he please help me get out of there. Of course the response was yes. Now I had this huge suitcase with $2,000 worth of my friend clothes in it. I had no money. Sisters please keep cash with you. Calling a friend was out of the question because the ones I had at the time didn’t have a car or money. Calling family was the same thing.

Anyway, this so-called kind looking pig helped me with my luggage into his unmarked car, and away he drove. I was the quietest storm (not talking) ever to hit planet earth. I was reflecting on what had just taken place, and how I was going to have some words with the people who introduced me to all of this. Suddenly, on the expressway towards Brooklyn, the pig stopped the car and pulled over to the side, and turned the ca r off. I did not even look at him, and kept my head down in shame of what all had just taken place back at the Holice so-called Benevolent Ball. He said ‘get in the back of the car.’ I held my ground and I did not move an inch. He repeated, get in the back seat. Again, I froze. The next thing I know I was lying in the back seat, and I cannot tell you how I got back there. Not my will, but his will, which was done.

He proceeded to have his way with me. All of a sudden, there was a light on his car as he was dry humping me (as I now know it to be) because I felt no penetration, and perhaps that was because I was in shock or he had a meat shortage or both.

All of a sudden I saw a white male over the Holice Pig shoulder, shining a flashlight into the car on the scene in the back of the car.

The pig that was having his way with me, while still in action, managed to get his badge out, and without stopping what he was doing to me, showed his badge to the other pig, and said “I AM ON THE JOB�, and the other pig drove off.

He finished his business, and thought nothing of it, as I remained in the back seat, on this expressway, in the DARK NIGHT IN BROOKLYN. He dropped me off to my apartment. Oh how I wished he did not know where I lived, but I had to give him the address for him to take me home. I wanted to rush into the apartment and just die, but I needed the suitcase out of his trunk. He even had the audacity to ask me to carry my luggage to my apartment. I refused and asked him to just leave the suitcase on the sidewalk, and I drugged it to my apartment. I just wanted this nightmare to be over with. .

When I came home, I boiled my body in the hottest of water, and for hours I might add, in attempted to rid the sins he had inflicted on me. I called my closest of friends and told them what had happened to me. Many of the males truly wanted to take some revenge out on him for doing so.

The next day, my doorbell rang, and my closet girlfriend was with me in the apartment at the time. I looked through the peephole, and there was the pig along with another (BLACK) pig at my door. Immediately, I thought he was coming back for a second encounter. I told my girlfriend that it was him on my door. She said, do not open it. She said answer but do not open it. All I could think about is their guns, and what all they (being it was two now) would do with their guns to have me without my permission again.

So I answered the door. He identified himself. I wanted to regurgitate, my knees buckled. I asked him from behind the door, what is it he wanted. He said I left my Identification in his car. My girlfriend said keep the chain on the door, and just have him pass it to me. I did that, and closed the door.

I was indeed fearful of this pig, and to see another Black Pig with him, was indeed a nightmare.

Another incident was. When my daughter was missing for over 24 hours, I placed a missing person report on her. After the report was done, the pig asked me to go out with him and have some wine and cheese. My concern was locating my daughter, not feasting with a pig. They are cousins to snakes…and then some.

Now, I would like to say this, for all the Black Holice out there, this may not apply to you, but if you are part of this werewolf in sheep clothing organization, you are an accomplice to all that happens to others. Count on becoming corrupted/polluted. It is just a matter of time, because a robber always get robbed, and yours soul has been robbed by the thieves who control and manipulates you to get you to harm others. Get out while it is time to get out.

There is technology/medicine now that can expand your Penis, and perhaps you should seek this alternative/treatment, and lay your guns (burdens to others) down, and no longer use the guns to get what you want.

If the right hand offense, cut it off. If the wrong mind-set that lead one to Rape someone offense, cut off the part that acted upon the wrong-mindset.

Birds of a feather stick together. Holice, even if you never done anything such as what has been described in this post, you are guilty of something else corrupted, and if you haven’t yet, and you are young in the force, you will be tainted, because you have joined the DEN of Thieves. If you are not a SERPICO (Al Pacino) ratting on the wrong doings of the Pigs, then your Oaths is your own hidden agendas and motives and people aren’t suppose to be treated like pigs because they are not, and pigs aren’t people, you just look human, CLONED with the oppressor/enemies make-up, masquerading, faking the funk on a nasty dunk/dump.

So those SERPICO’s, please STAND up, and I applaud you. Holices, I will never be raped by you again, because Lorraine Bobbit taught every woman what to do, and as MALCOM X said, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and Lorraine BOBBIT morals may have been wrong, but her methods is worth discussing.

Thanks for this Post, beloved, because we must expose the enemies in writing (another powerful weapon), I am not ashame of this gospel truth, when my testimony can free other up. HER Story is every other woman story, and I will continue to use my Tongue to SPIT THE FIRE OF TRUTH against All WRONGDOINGS, regardless of who it is.

My story is the story of many young naïve people (males/females) in the past that never had the opportunity to tell their story, and I am here to tell their story.

We are here to bring the SWORD (truths) to the world. If we are not telling the truth about our enemies, we have served time here on planet now mud-earth in vain.

Please be reminded beloved ones, I saw more guns in one place (so-called Holice Benevolent Ball), than I have ever laid eyes on, and I feared guns all my life, but no longer. As a child I was always told to seek a Holice Officer in my time of need.

People do not realize that they can live in Brooklyn and still do not know where they are at, etc, (I was naive).

I tell what happened to me, because I am free in doing so. I tell because I know of many Afrikan, Puerto Ricans, and other nationalities that have been subjected to this, and still is. Saving others is telling others about the path we have travel in hope that they do not travel the same path.

The other incident was when I was thirteen, living in Brooklyn. These two cops would always walk their beat together. Foot Cops. Periodically they would stop and ask questions like where is you mother or father. As a child you think as a child, and do not see these questions to be feared. Not knowing that these questions is entrapment. It was one evening very near dark. I saw these FOOT Holice, approaching me, and they began to claw and gnaw, from both sides of me, and I fled upstairs passed the floor I lived on and hid on the very top floor. I could hear them running up the stairs behind me. All of sudden I heard no more running, but I did not move from the top floor for what seemed like hours, and perhaps only minutes. I eased down the stairs, and when I was on the floor where I lived, I knocked on the door in hope my mother would open it expeditiously, and even that took what seemed like forever. No more sitting on the STOOPS in Brooklyn for me.

If a person really has a desire to know about Pigs, asked a prostitue. There was a group of prostitutes on Geraldo Rivera show many years ago talking about Pigs. I admire a statement they said. They said that they (holice) have a meat shortage, and that their guns allows them to have manipulation and control over others and that is their PENIS.

Prostitutes maybe prostitutes, and often times because of their profession their words do not amount to nothing. When it comes to Holice, that is one area prostitutes are is an expert in.

Is this a goddess talk? Oh yes, my beloved Ones, it is. What should be the concern is the action behind a Amazon Warrior goddess (no joke), because the GAMES ARE OVER, we are coming out with truths.

Beloved ones please always use: SALUTE.
SIZE (Size up the situation)
ACTIVITY (check out all the actions going on)
LOCATION (know the location before you go there)
UNIT (who all make up this environment)
TIME (keep Time on the mind—your escape)
E QUPIMENT (know all types of equipment, guns, knives, etc that surrounds you)

This is why we need an Army of Amazon goddesses (no joke) goddesses to rise up and speak out, and act on what we speak. We need to become Afrikan Buck Wild and defeat the enemies.

There are so many secrets hidden in the female/males hearts. Stories like this, our mothers, sisters, aunt, brothers, uncle have never told, and fear is the reason, and the guns that these Holice use to impregnate fear into others. Their guns are their balls, to put you up against the walls, to get you to your draws, and the laws is also the cause.

Peace be Still. Peace made of Steel.
Sharpen your arrows (with truths) my Beloved Ones, they will pierce the hearts of our enemies, and those nations that are against us will fall down at our feet, and the Afrikan Kingdom Will Come.

No longer will our enemies be glad and make fun of us, like those who mock a cripple, with stares of hate.

With truths, stop our enemies, those liars, from gloating over our defeat. Stop those who hate us for no reason from smirking with delight over our defeat. They have no heart to speak in friendly ways. Instead they invent all kinds of lies about peace-loving people.

We can no longer just stand as onlookers, as the Lions, the Den of Thieves, continues to gnaw and claw us.

Let your food and drink be Obedience, to the energy, power, Spirit, Oneness with Thee Divine Creator. For Obedience (righteous Afrikan mind-set) is Thee Afrikan Mission Statement/Statement of Policies (SOP).

Continue to pant like a deer thirsty for Thee water that is beyond a dry well.

Beloved, thanks for allowing me to feast with you at the Tables of knowledge, understanding, and wisdom. I end here. If it is well written and to the point, I am pleased; if it is poorly written and uninteresting, I have still done my best.

Here is loving you

Hoteph

goddess Isis Akkebala/Iya of Afrika
Being Thee Change thee Afrikans/World Needs to See (with truths-leads and guides)


PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO BE LOVING

[Kweku_Omowale]

2002 i was arrested ina anti poverty demostration, in victoria british columbia, the cuffed and threw me in the patty waggon with the common criminals, the judge wasnt sympathetic at all, i had no equal representation, i was three days in jails and the court guards were always keepin an eye on me, i fought tooth and nail for my freedom and i couldnt afford a lawyer, the police was betting that i was gonna loose and do time, the police never liked me because i schooled them that the idea of police started in england uk during feudal times, private secuirity was hired to protect and guard private property and large ownership of lands, they told me" oh you are one of those activists huh" the judge threw the case out because i had a good lawyer that a friend of mine that is indigenous canadian( firsts nations) gave a human rights lawyer

[SoularFlarez]

at 10 or so me n my best friend were walken past a park the next town over...u know the city where not as many people looked like us....and these 3 kids go "n!ggeerrssss" so we chase em down the street but they got away...then we at the corner n cops roll by n start trippin talken bout we pulled sum fire alarm (wtf?)....another time maybe 11 or 12 i asked 2 of my friends ''dare me to throw bottle at them?" ..i missed the patrol car and being still a lil kid got caught cuz u kno we run mad slow lolz

uhhhh got sent to county for sum BS i had no knowledge of...they all "i thought you people knew better then to get tatoos bla bla" talken mad slick.....a few months later sittin wit my peoples on his porch blowen sum herbals the squad car rolls by mad slow grillin us like they wanna jump out and pop us...maybe a year or so later almost got locked up for stealen a car,even tho when they rolled up on me i was in the park so what sense does that even make ? i uno tho...suttin bout em...when i see em i feel like....a woman who just seen her rapist get off scott free from trial or like a kid who jus seen his parents get killed but now he's all grown up...kinda like dat...blood boilin

dam...after readin everyones experiences....got me in ruthless mode like 10,000%

[XXPANTHAXX]

Very typical events in dealing with the pigs, all of the stories are interesting.. I will share mine shortly

[luvlee87]

i have had no negative experience with the police (i was stopped one time while drivin at nite cuz i didnt have my lights on at 1am) but he let me go without a ticket or nething....i probably will have a negative experience someday

[NarMer the 7th SuN]

.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

[unorthodox]

I've lived in a few major cities, and I must admit, the level of arrogance and ignorance amongst pigs of all races is high everywhere. When I was a teenager in Blacklanta, I was stopped by a Black pig IN FRONT OF MY OWN HOUSE, and he didn't believe it was where I lived! I got stopped in Hawaii more than a few times and of course, the pigs had something smart to say. Looking back on it, I should have mouthed off back to them. My cousin and I were tailed for a while in the Virginia-Maryland area. When I was a really little boy, my dad got stopped in South KKKarolina and they took him out the damn car and put him in the pig's car. Imagine the impact that has on a little boy. "Scared" would be putting it nicely.

I don't know what these police here in LV are doing -- we got a LOT of them, and yet crime seems to be random and wanton...

It also seems to me that Blacks pigs are worse than white ones... I guess they gotta keep food on their tables somehow.