re: #175 Obdicut

A Chicago mounted policeman saved my life after I got out of a cab in the middle of winter because the couple I was with were trying to kill each other. I was drunk and lost and dressed for the clubs and not the streets and would have probably died of hypothermia if he hadn’t come along to grab me and ride me back to the station.

Another Chicago cop kicked in the door to my best friend’s apartment, smashed up a bunch of furniture, and left without leaving any information. It took my friend two months to track down what the fuck had happened. He filed a police report, the cops came out and ‘investigated’ and it was only when a neighbor let him know that it was a cop who did the smashing in the first place that he found out. The cop had been serving a warrant on a completely wrong address.

It took my friend more than a year to be compensated for the damage, and the amount was about a third of what the actual costs to him were— they paid for parts but not labor, basically.

Another Chicago cop sexually molested my friend Tex when arresting her for defending herself against a guy sexually molesting her. That one was classic. She made a complaint, nothing came of it because no witnesses, etc. The guy has had a bunch of complaints on him but since he was a careful fuckhead nothing ever came of it.

And then there’s just all my black friends in Chicago who’ve gotten stopped and frisked all their lives for no actual cause other than being black.

Excellent well-considered summary, but I’m stuck on the image of you in disco clothes on the back of a horse.