I can remember being in freshman year of highschool at Hubbard in Chicago. I was walking home at the end of day with hundreds of other kids just let out.
Roughly 20 of us are standing at 63rd and Hamlin waiting to cross. When we hear a siren from Chicago police car who is chasing a car that had just robbed a jewelry store.
I'm standing to the right of a light post while there is a girl less than two feet away from me on other side of pole when the police car swerves and crashes directly into the girl next to me, pinning her leg against the pole. Blood had shot all over me. The cop didn't pull back, he left her pinned while 50 of us were screaming at him to back off which he finally did! Felt like forever! She lost her leg!
When I went home and told my parents, my mother was more worried about washing my blood stained clothes than talking to me about what happened.
I can remember being 25-27 and driving to gun range in Lyons IL. I was stopped by Chicago police.
The officer approached my brand new black Ford splash ranger truck. Then started asking me “don't you remember me? I remember you mother fucker!” I am dumbfounded and have no idea who he is?
He then told me to exit the vehicle and I noticed him starting to put on leather gloves. One I got out he immediately punched me in the face! I fell to the ground immediately! I just kept pleading with him that he had the wrong guy!!
Now he starts to search the truck so I told him I was on my way to the gun range and that the gun was in a locked case in truck bed which was also locked. The ammunition and gun clip was in locked glove compartment. This by the book legal way of transporting a firearm.
The officer then wrote up the arrest report as when he walked up to truck he immediately noticed a loaded handgun on my front seat. 100% lie. I paid a great lawyer and walked right out of court.
I can remember being in 4th or 5th grade at Eberhardt elementary school in Chicago near 65th and St Louis. Where my brother and I were attending.
My brother was being bullied by several kids during recess and I saw it. I was ¼ of their size and I jumped on one of them and started punching as hard as I could!!! But they just kicked me off like a small dog.
This happened many times. My brother went through electric shock therapy which was very rudimentary! Writing this one brings me to tears. And the fact that my brother doesn't remember it, cuts me deeply. But it's not his fault, the electric shock wiped all those memories...
I can remember being around 13-14 and riding a dirt bike all over the streets of SW side of Chicago near Marquette park. Everyone had mini-bikes etc. I had a 1983 Suzuki TS185 two stroke! It was super fast. Getting chased by the police was something we did for fun.
So one day I had roughly 6 squads chasing me. I was heading towards the railroad tracks to escape and the police were on the speaker saying “you better not stop, because we're going to run you over!!”
Just then I slide around a “T” shape intersection like fukin Steve McQueen!! And the squad went sliding into a fence!! I escaped.
I can remember being in my mid 20's. Living at an apartment with garage in oak lawn IL near 102nd and Cicero.
Came home one cold winter evening to find a car parked in front of my garage with motor running and drivers door wide open.
I called oak lawn police and waited in my car 76 Buick skylark. When the officer arrived he was looking around very nervously. So I thought I would get out of car and tell him I called. But when I did, he immediately drew his gun on me!! I raised my hands and yelled “No!!!! I'm the one who called!!”
He then lowered the gun an instantly started SHAKING and yelling “OMG, I almost shot you!!” He fell to his knees shaking in anxiety. I found myself consoling him? Telling him it's okay... Why the fuck did I do that? I was the one going to die?
He stated he was a brand new officer and that the car running looked so suspicious. Never apologized.
This began my HATRED for police.
I can remember being robbed at gunpoint at a ATM in oak lawn IL. It was near 101st and Cicero at around 1am. Roughly I was in my early 20's.
A girl caught my attention on the passenger side of car and when I started talking to her I felt the gun pressed up against my head. She reached in to grab my keys. While he made me show him my balance. They took $500 the maximum that could be withdrawn.
Then they left my keys at the end of the block for me to retrieve. Police did nothing.
I can remember a best friend James E of Orland Park, IL in 2014 was at my house when I had two female guests coming over and he refused to leave. I forced him out of my home.
He came back the next morning to harass me and he then called the police and told them I pointed a gun at him. Effectively swating me! The swat team arrived at my apartment in oak lawn IL. I was laying face down on front lawn with assault rifles pointed at me and James E standing there laughing at me.
The charges were dropped in court because James E talked in court and came across as the bi polar nut job he is.
I can remember Xmas eve 2015 I was asked by friends to go out for drinks. I had a strong rule to not go out on holidays. But my friends were persuasive and I went.
Little did I know one of my best friends Anthony P had tried a marijuana edible for the first time. Well I was sitting next to him at a bar and he tapped me on shoulder, I turned around and Anthony punched me in the face for absolutely no reason. He couldn't handle the edibles. He knocked out 6 teeth! Cracked bones in my face.
He was only charged with a misdemeanor when it should have been a felony. The fix was in as the bar would have lost its insurance if it was a felony. I never received a dime from Anthony P as I couldn't find an attorney to sue an individual. They only want to sue insurance companies.
I can remember being in 7th or 8th grade in Chicago. My older brother and I hiding behind a door listening to our parents fighting. We both had our new from Christmas Scooby Doo pajamas on. We were huddling together scared when my father had my mother pinned up against the door we were hiding behind. Then he punched a hole in the door right next to her face!
I instantly ran down to the basement were I knew there was a big butcher knife 🗡️. And waited behind the door to strike if needed!! I feel like I've been in fight or flight mode ever since. I'm now 57. He never struck her and I retreated.
I can remember being a softmore in highschool. 16 y/o In Chicago at Hubbard high school a teacher named Frank Cunnea who once told me to leave his typing classroom into the hallway and he started yelling at me for talking in class.
Then he physically abused me by using both hands pressed against both sides of my head and lifted me off the ground at least a foot! He also used to raise his desk with his legs and slam it down to get the classes attention. He was huge at at least 6” 4'!
I never told my parents because they were both fighting over my brother and I during their divorce.
