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On Sept. 6, I locked myself out of my apartment in Santa Monica, Calif. I was in a rush to get to my weekly soccer game, so I decided to go enjoy the game and deal with the lock afterward. A few hours and a visit from a locksmith later, I was inside my apartment and slipping off my shoes when I heard a man’s voice and what sounded like a small dog whimpering outside, near my front window. I imagined a loiterer and opened the door to move him along. I was surprised to see a large dog halfway up the staircase to my door. I stepped back inside, closed the door and locked it. I heard barking. I approached my front window and loudly asked what was going on. Peering through my blinds, I saw a gun. A man stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointing it at me. I stepped back and heard: “Come outside with your hands up.”
My WHITE neighbor
people of COLOR are treated like terrorist
What was considered a suspicious death in North Austin has been ruled a homicide. Kevin Michael Waguespack, 32, is accused of killing his girlfriend Monday in their home in the 7500 block of Northcrest Boulevard, according to police.
Detectives with the Austin Police Department Crime Scene Units obtained a search warrant and found a bloody scene throughout the house with furniture turned over, and pieces of what appeared to be the stock of a rifle in several rooms.
“I heard a bunch of crying, she was crying a bunch of yelling, things getting knocked down I guess punching walls and a lot of things falling down,” recalled Rangel. “I see him come outside, I don’t know what he was doing went into his truck for a minute, went around his truck and came back inside and more yelling, and she was crying talking a little bit, and after that it got quiet.”
originally posted by: kamatty
a reply to: machineintelligence
Unless the person next door knew what was going on it sounds like a good neighbour, id appreciate my neighbours calling the police if they suspected someone breaking in. Imagine if the home owner arrived back after soccer to find the house ransacked, or maybe rapist or god knows who in the house. And then to find out your "white neighbour" witnessed someone gaining entry but ignored it.
Why didn't the "white" neighbour knock the door and see what was happening? Because that's the job of the police, the "white" neighbour did there job by calling them when suspecting something was up (which it wasn't),
The trauma of that night lingers. I can’t un-see the guns, the dog, the officers forcing their way into my apartment, the small army waiting for me outside. Almost daily, I deal with sleeplessness, confusion, anger and fear. I’m frightened when I see large dogs now. I have nightmares of being beaten by white men as they call me the n-word. Every week, I see the man who called 911. He averts his eyes and ignores me.
I’m heartbroken that his careless assessment of me, based on skin color, could endanger my life. I’m heartbroken by the sense of terror I got from people whose job is supposedly to protect me. I’m heartbroken by a system that evades accountability and justifies dangerous behavior. I’m heartbroken that the place I called home no longer feels safe. I’m heartbroken that no matter how many times a story like this is told, it will happen again.
Not long ago, I was walking with a friend to a crowded restaurant when I spotted two cops in line and froze. I tried to figure out how to get around them without having to walk past them. I no longer wanted to eat there, but I didn’t want to ruin my friend’s evening. As we stood in line, 10 or so people back, my eyes stayed on them. I’ve always gone out of my way to avoid generalizations. I imagined that perhaps these two cops were good people, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what the Santa Monica police had done to me. I found a lump in my throat as I tried to separate them from the system that had terrified me. I realized that if I needed help, I didn’t think I could ask them for it.