BornSuspect "I felt big chunks of feces rolling down my legs, I continued screaming, "Stop' "Help" my neighbors stood around me yelling at the Police, "Stop he is having seizures." The Police kept beating me."… Jan 22 2015 after 7 assaults by Springfield, Oregon POLICE during seizure episodes and a investigation carried out by the City of Springfield, Oregon Government (110k population demo .03% Afro-American) City Manager Gino and Mayor Lundberg who I was very honored to have them take point on such a sensitive situation as the last assault which busted my face and nose leaving me at home bleeding wondering WTFrog. Sept. of the year before. I found myself chased by hate to a new home. I fall and have seizure like activity all the time, and after training for huge races after teaching myself to walk and run again after my h/c changed my life
Many people knew who I was and got on T.V. as A Chef helping people was a bonus, so my old neighborhood, calls for a man seizing were often not made. .. I left my home at
8:36
to catch the
8:40
bus to Riverbend Hospital. i was out of meds and having way too many episodes and falls, and headed for the EMZ bus. I never made it off my apt property, (mini ghetto, mini town) I fell and couldn't move. I had my hospital bag with me with notes about my condition, extra shorts and socks, (Just in case..) and Nelson Mandela's "Long walk to Freedom." which I read during my visits. I was laying there and a person asked if I needed help I said no and he said he would be back, another offered me a cigarette when I told him I was having a seizure. I waited to crackup until he had left. He was trying to be nice. Then feet were around me. I said sir are you officers, but with the sudden light in my eyes I knew it was police. I began to tell them what i had been told to do by City manager and Sgt in charge of last investigation. I repeated my name my conditions, including PTSD from a brutal beating when I was 21 Jan 13th 1990 and asked them to run me, there was some discussion and a contact then I Spasmed an my tobacco pipe hit the ground. "Here it starts. You see I have been writing all about #SELMA Selma Movie since seeing it and telling of my father's March with ML King, my father is white and a journalist but he went to be a marcher. He heard kings call. I also have been being watched by police, this very writing will be on their screens right now. I met via fb a person from the movie and was highly honored and moved" {I AM NOBODIES BOY! and never have been. Things were going south quick these men wanted me.. and would not let me see them by using the light on my eye's as I lay now face down for last spasm. 1st the attempt to take my bag and attempted to take it. I pulled back. or my seizure did. you see if you pull on my arm my body will pull back. I have nothing to do with it, and if you try to hold me down you are going to get a ride. I can crunch 6O lbs. they tried then they began beating me. I began to scream, "HELP' HELP!" know that at this point alone My life was in danger. I continued to fight having my seizures by controlling myself best I could. but I A M H/C, so it is an ISSUE, they continued to beat me and kick and stomp my back, my kidney's my head, they grabbed my head and began pounding it on the rain road tie, so i put my hands down then they go my kidneys real good with several blows. "I am shiting my pants I screamed in terror, and this repeated." "stop' always "STOP!" and this time my neighbors where there yelling to, a few whom met me the Christian Pastor out in front just swinging her hand, and yelling. I dove my head to the side just wanting the arrest to happen, and they pounded my head into the asphalt as I relaxed and gave them my arms. l Then one last huge knee to the left side of my neck. The place where my h/c originates from. They cuffed me and then left me. All the other police came, and they pulled me onto the concrete and left me on my back cuffed. the EMS said this time they would not take me. ?? that's a first it is me usual saying no I will be okay. I began another seizure with my head pouncing against the ground, "Help me! Someone please, please cradle my head." Quickly an officer was there. He said do you remember me? I am one of the nice ones. I had no idea who he was. I knew he was acting with compassion and that is all I cared about, and thanked him. Cahoots the hippies came and said in my ear "let us get you out of this." I was going to jail. I then just before they unlocked me told them all the joke about the guy who offered me a cigarette. I got a chuckle out of most. I sweat in a hotel room and then something happened a inner calm setting me to do. A mantle of great responsibility. and then it didn't matter what happened. I got a call from my attorney and went home. One word, to be home with my cats. Amen. 2015
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