True Story: The Beat Down, Part 2

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Jack Grisham
[Editor's Note: Jack Grisham is an author, hypnotherapist, T.S.O.L. front man and all-around troublemaker. This column, True Story, may or may not be factual, with characters who may or may not be real.]

When he rolled onto the scene, the "perp" was out of his car, arguing with a female officer--Frank knew her, O'Connor. She was all right, good in a pinch, but in this case, the drunk had what looked to be a few hundred pounds on her, and he wasn't going quietly. Frank parked his cruiser in front of the man's vehicle--blocking him in, taking the automotive weapon away from him, and in a way disarming the suspect.

The drunk was loud, leaning forward, aggressive. Frank jumped from the cruiser and unholstered his baton. A few passersby had stopped to watch. Frank approached the man.
"I'm going to need you to lie down on the ground," Frank said. He was firm, no nonsense. The drunk swung his head around, his eyes rolling into focus a moment or two after the turn. He smiled at Frank.

"I'm gonna need you to FUCK OFF!" He spat as he yelled.

Officer O'Connor took a step toward the man.

"I said, go down," Frank repeated. "Palms flat on the ground."

The drunk turned toward Frank, staggering. O'Connor advanced from behind.
"Drop to your knees!" Frank yelled.

The drunk refused. Officer O'Connor moved to within striking range, but then, quick as a lightening flash, the drunken man uncoiled and swung violently behind him--a solid hammer fist catching O'Connor across the bridge of her nose, breaking it and sending the officer to the ground, unconscious.

Frank instinctively raised his baton and brought it down on the drunken man's head, the skull cracking, blood rising in a vicious wave into the air. The drunk did not go down. He stared at Frank, unfazed by the thin, alcohol-laden blood that now ran in torrents down his body.

"Fucking faggot," the drunk slurred. He kicked at the unconscious O'Connor.


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sweetliberty17761776 topcommenter

reminds one of rodney king


king and 2 of his cohorts stopped and all out of the car that was going 70+ mph thru hoods


the 2 black males handcuffed sitting quietly on the curb as the pc fueled king attacked the officers over and over despite their batons hitting him


the few of us (?) who saw the video that night saw King for the first 30+ seconds or so attacking the officers 


but of course the rest of the story shown to the world ONLY what the cowards wanted to show


a downed king still being beaten


( and yes the officers at that point were in the wrong, but thats easy to say sitting in ones comfy chair)


carry on

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