Comment: Here is my story of abuse....

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Here is my story of abuse....

Without getting into all the details, I was arrested by a cop who got angry because I accidently splashed his pants leg when I stepped in a puddle as I walked by him. I didn't even know I did it (it was a crowded street) until he grabbed me from behind. I apologized repeatedly, but that wasn't good enough. He took me off the street into an closed bar, while his partner prevented my friends from following us inside. The cop dumped a cup of beer on my head, then threw me on the ground and began choking me. He was trying to incite me, but I just laid on the ground with my hands above my head. He then picked me up, handcuffed me, and took me to jail. I was charged with public intoxication (no breathalizer or blood test done, but I reeked of the beer he dumped on me), resisting arrest, and criminal damage to property. When it came time for court, I plead not guilty. The cop didn't even show up to court and the whole thing was thrown out by the judge. This happened a long time ago when I was a student with literally no money, but I still wish to this day that I had been able to file a lawsuit against the guy. The sad thing is that fighting such abuse costs the abused money, and costs the cops nothing personally. They have the power to make you spend the night in jail (or worse), even if the whole thing is bogus.

We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

-C. S. Lewis