All of you who know me KNOW I LOVE my brother. On December 28th 2003 my brother was allmost Sean Bell.
I am suspiciously close to my brother.
He is largely responsible for my b-girl dom as he bought me Marly Marl, MC Lyte and LL Cool J tapes when I was a young buck.
He is the only person that I will joke with about OUR crazy a$$ed momma with
and not catch feelings. I have not written about Sean Bell because he reminded me of December 28th 2003.
However when I saw this, I knew I had to put something down.
December 27th 2003, I was home in Cali, with my new engagement ring.
Blinging and Happy.
My brother, my neice and I went to the movies at the Metreon in Frisco to see Bad Santa.
6am. The next morning. My momma phone rings.
The police, had broken a flash light over my brothers head.
They beat him while he was handcuffed to a fence in an alley.
Apparently he was in East Oakland, and he ran.
You never run from the Oakland Police unless you are sure you are going to get away for true.
Im like. What? We were just at the movies. They trippin’ for real.
Trust.
We go to Highland Hospital at 6:20am. The sky was turning pinkish orange. The sun was rising. They wouldn’t let us see him.
If I knew then what I knew now I would have called Jim Zimora at the Chronicle, somebody at the Tribune, Chris Thompson at the Express.
I imagined that the media folks who would be interested in hearing about how the police beath the teeth out my brother, opened his head up witha flash light and THEN decided that they would not let us see him.
Only recently have I been able to look back and see how I went through every day with my brother, even though I was 2500 miles away. How, to a certain extent I checked out of my relationship with BBC and how it affected our engagement. Sh*t, thats life though, right?
From Jan 2004-May 2004:
- I was on the phone w/ John Burris’s office, trying to find out if they would take his case.
- I wrote internal affairs, and requested an investigation.
- I wrote the Feds, asking for them to investigate a civil rights violation.
- I was a writing a$$ED cow!
- I eventually found a wonderful organization in San Francisco called the Ella Baker Center for Justice. If you or your loved one finds your self in a po po related pinch, contact them. They are a godsend.
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I was sitting in my aunties living room in San Jose.
I remember it being a warm late May morning.
She bought be a poppiseed bagel and coffee.
I came to those words in the police report.
I thought he had a gun.
I thought he had a gun.
I thought he had a gun.
When I heard about Sean Bell. Those 5 words came to mind.
Five simple, innocous, yet powerful words. 5 words that serve as a defense to, what
would normally be considered murder.
All I could think about was the fact that my brother is a softpaw.
That he was handcuffed to a fence.
Fortunately, years have passed and
He has recovered and is doing well.
I am grateful that he lived through it.
He very well could have been Sean Bell.
My heart and spirit goes out to the Bell family.
What I will allways remember most about December 28th is that sensation of
“This sh*t can’t be happening because I JUST SAW HIM’.
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That was a personal M.Dot post.
We all have these stories, I would imagine.
I guess it was just time for me to share mine.
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