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I don't have to see the video to understand, luv (peace to you!). But as with all, there are good (cops), bad (cops), intelligent (cops)... and (very) stupid (cops). Stupid comes in EVERY ilk. I do NOT condone what the cops (may have) done here... but I taught my own son almost from day one, you do NOT fight/resist a cop. Those folks have a LICENSE to kill you. GO with them... as peacefully as you possibly can... and call ME (and I will call an attorney). To perhaps help YOU see why I DON'T need video (as I've shared with you):
I was recently used by my dear Lord to stop what could have been a police homicide on a SF bus (and it was not the first time my Lord used me in this way, but I will just share this event). Rather than walk from the BART to work... I took the bus (I think I was running a few minutes late... no, it was REALLY cold, that's why). Anyway, when my bus got to my stop we noticed another bus held up in the bus stop and a police car with flashing lights blocking it. My bus pulled in front and let some of us off. I started to walk toward the office... but overhead some young men saying they were "going to kill him for sure, now!" I looked to see what they were talking about and people were falling over one another trying to get off THAT bus... because in the back a (white) police officer (who was all of 5'4") was WHALING on a (white) man with a billy club. He wanted the man to get up and get off the bus, but the man (who was over 6 ft tall) wasn't getting up. He refused to get up and go with the cop. The cop was trying to "beat" him into complying, just slamming him with his stick. You could hear the "whacks" (thankfully, he hadn't made it to the man's head yet, but was just hitting his legs and arms). The man was responding that "in the name of Jesus" he would NOT get up, would NOT be treated in such a way, that the cop had NO right to beat him, and that "his Lord Jesus would prevail."
[Awww, sh*t. Why'd he have to bring "Jesus" into this?? EVERYTHING of myself said, "Get out of here, Shel! This is NOT your concern, so just go on the work!"]
And so I started to just walk past the entire scene, which I HAD to do to get where I was going. And I was GONE... well, just past the front door of the bus... and then I heard my Lord say, quietly:
"You have to stop this child. "They" will kill him right here if you don't. You know you can do it; I have shown you how. Just tell him to listen to me."
[Oh... Lorrrdddddd... no. No, no, no, no, no...]
But what was I to do? Obey, of course. And so... rather than walk past the BACK door... when I got to IT... I turned... and got on the dang bus. Yes... I did. I know, I know... call me...
At first, it was just me, the man, and the cop. And the man was getting louder and the cop was whaling on him harder... which was causing him to get louder... while the cop was getting louder and hitting harder... oh, Lordy... so, I spoke up so that he could hear me and said:
"Brother! LOOK AT ME!"
And when he tried to look at me but couldn't without risking getting hit in the face, I said:
"Do NOT fight! You are GOING to go with them, one way or another. If 'Jesus' TRULY is your Lord, then do what HE did when they came and arrested HIM. HE didn't fight or resist!"
And the man said, AS the cop whacked at him:
"But I didn't DO anything! They can't just take me! I won't LET them! I will call on my Lord 'Jesus' and THEY will be sorry!"
[Awwwwwww.... c'MON man!! Who CARES, right now!?? Resolve it in COURT, not here on this bus with the COPS!!!]
But I continued trying to reason with him... while the cop continued hitting him. And then... oh, LORDY... 5 more cops... 4 men and one woman... came running onto the bus! My heart may have stopped at that point, but I couldn't hear it anyway... because everyone was yelling and screaming... and the club was "whacking"... and then, all but one of the new cops threw themselves on him! And the little one kept whacking at him. OMG, I just KNEW that club was going to hit that man in his face at SOME point... and I my knees started to shake (because I just KNEW there was going to be blood... and I don't "do" blood very well). Two of them managed to get him in a headlock, with his face on a side seat, turned toward me (I was standing in the aisle). Two others were kicking him, the one was whacking him, and one turned to me and said, "Ma'am, we need you to get off the bus!"
[And of course, they did! This was police business... AND Lord knows what they would do to him once I WAS off the bus. But I couldn't leave him. I knew that if I did, he would continue to resist... and they would beat the hell out of him, maybe even kill him.]
So, I started praying and asking my dear Lord to put HIS words in my mouth. And then I said EXACTLY what my Lord told me to say. I told the man, again, to "LOOK AT ME," and this time he did. We looked straight into each others' eyes and I said, as calmly and quietly as my voice would allow:
"OUR Lord said that if you go peacefully with these people, HE will see to it that you're okay. He said to just go with them and let HIM handle this for you. All YOU need to do is have FAITH that he WILL... and you can show that by going PEACEFULLY with these people."
The "light" in the man's eyes immediately changed. It was as if he focused... and he said, "Okay... OKAY! I'll go! I'll go!"... and everything came to a dead halt. HE stopped fighting and yelling... they stopped yelling at and beating him... the cop stopped telling me to get off the bus... and then I realized everyone was looking at me. I just stood there, though, and after a long pause they cuffed him and dragged him past me and off the bus. Then I got off the bus with the one cop coming behind me.
[Praise JAH... it was over. Well...]
And then, JUST before they put his *ss in the car, the man started to resist again [C'MON, man!! GET in the dang CAR already!!]. But he did NOT want to get in the car. So, he started to fight... and, Lord oh Lord... 2 more cops screeched up, jumped out of their cars, and came running over... and they ALL shoved him across the trunk of the car. Then these last two pulled out and raised THEIR clubs! And JUST when they were about to come down, I said, LOUDLY, but calmly:
"BROTHER... PLEASE! These people will HURT you! BAD! Maybe TOO bad! You ARE going to go with them... one way... or another. PLEASE... LISTEN to "our" Lord... and get in the car!"
And he looked at me again, while the side of his face was smashed into the cop car trunk... his eyes focused, again... and he said, "Okay. I'll go. I'll get in the car."
And OMG [and PRAISE JAH!!]...he got his butt in the dang car!
[HUGE exhale... and VERY shaky knees!].
And they took him away. And as they drove away, I heard my dear Lord say:
"I have him, now, child. Don't worry, I'll care for him."
I do not know if he meant then... or in the future... but I "let go." Nothing more I could do, nothing more for me TO do. And so, before my knees could actually buckle, I started to walk as fast as I could to the office. But, before I took a good 10 steps... two cops stopped me.
[Ohhhh, LORD! Now, I'm in TROUBLE! They're gonna arrest me for interfering, I'm going to JAIL, I can't afford an attorney, I can't defend myself... what I am gonna tell dear HUBBY??!!... what in the WORLD was I THINKING??!!"]
And one of them said, "Ma'am... thank you. We don't know what you said, but thank you. Because that was going to turn REAL ugly really quick. Because of you, it didn't. Thank you."
I didn't know WHAT to say. So, I just nodded... and walked away.
I wasn't mad at the cops; I wasn't mad at the man. I don't know what the man had done to warrant being asked to get off the bus in the first place. Usually, it's because the driver has ASKED for a person to be removed because they pose some kind of threat to either the driver or other passengers. Or perhaps to themselves. The man certainly was under the influence of something, I was sure of that. But it could have been medication - he didn't seem "high" but he certainly was under the influence.
All I know, though, is that he wasn't further harmed... or killed... right THEN... in front of me and those other people. I trusted my dear Lord then... and I hope that the man didn't receive much worse, if anything more, later. Because that was a real possibility. Hopefully, they got him some medical attention/mental health assistance.
Me? I just went to work. 'Cause it was just another day on a bus in a city like SF.
Wow. First time I've told anyone but dear hubby about that. NOW I feel like I should fall apart! LOLOLOL!
Peace to you, dear ANOMOS... and please know, some of us deal with stuff like this not just during "wartime."
Your servant and a slave of Christ,
Shellamar
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