So... surprisingly little action in this thread this week.

This one has had me thinking less about cops and more about how strange it is that America seems to be more racist today than it was ten years ago.

How are young black men supposed to feel, after this, after Trayvon, after the kid who got in a wreck and was shot while he pleaded for assistance, other than that their lives are absolutely worthless? White dudes can walk into a Jack N' The Box with fucking AR-15s drawn, causing the employees to run to the freezer in fear for their lives (THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED) and face virtually no consequences, while this kid, who was UNARMED, doing NOTHING WRONG, gets gunned down in the street? And not only are there people who don't care, there are people who are actively celebrating this shit! As if he deserved it just for being who he was! I feel like we are actually going backwards sometimes. Good god.

FERGUSON, Mo. — For the past week in Ferguson, reporters have been using the McDonald’s a few blocks from the scene of Michael Brown’s shooting as a staging area. Demonstrations have blown up each night nearby. But inside there’s WiFi and outlets, so it’s common for reporters to gather there.

That was the case Wednesday. My phone was just about to die, so as I charged it, I used the time to respond to people on Twitter and do a little bit of a Q&A since I wasn’t out there covering the protests.

As I sat there, many armed officers came in — some who were dressed as normal officers, others who were dressed with more gear.

Initially, both Ryan Reilly of the Huffington Post and I were asked for identification. I was wearing my lanyard, but Ryan asked why he had to show his ID. They didn’t press the point, but one added that if we called 911, no one would answer.

Then they walked away. Moments later, the police re-emerged, telling us that we had to leave. I pulled my phone out and began recording video.

An officer with a large weapon came up to me and said, ‘‘Stop recording.’’

I said, ‘‘Officer, do I not have the right to record you?’’

He backed off but told me to hurry up. So I gathered my notebook and pens with my hand while recording him with the other hand.

As I exited, I saw Ryan to my left, having a similar argument with two officers. I recorded him, too, and that angered the officer. As I made my way toward the door, the officers gave me conflicting information.

One instructed me to exit to my left. As I turned left, another officer emerged, blocking my path.

‘‘Go another way,’’ he said.

As I turned, my backpack, which was slung over one shoulder, began to slip. I said, ‘‘Officers, let me just gather my bag.’’ As I did, one of them said, ‘‘Okay, let’s take him.’’

Multiple officers grabbed me. I tried to turn my back to them to assist them in arresting me. I dropped the things from my hands.

‘‘My hands are behind my back,’’ I said. ‘‘I’m not resisting. I’m not resisting.’’ At which point one officer said: ‘‘You’re resisting. Stop resisting.’’

That was when I was most afraid — more afraid than of the tear gas and rubber bullets.

As they took me into custody, the officers slammed me into a soda machine, at one point setting off the Coke dispenser. They put plastic cuffs on me, then they led me out the door.

I could see Ryan still talking to an officer. I said: ‘‘Ryan, tweet that they’re arresting me, tweet that they’re arresting me.’’

He didn’t have an opportunity, because he was arrested as well.



The police led us outside to a police van. Inside, there was a large man sitting on the floor between the two benches. He began screaming: ‘‘I can’t breathe! Call a paramedic! Call a paramedic!’’

Ryan and I asked the officers if they intended to help the man. They said he was fine. The screaming went on for the 10 to 15 minutes we stood outside the van.

‘‘I’m going to die!’’ he screamed. ‘‘I’m going to die! I can’t breathe! I’m going to die!’’

Eventually a police car arrived. A woman — with a collar identifying her as a member of the clergy — sat in the back. Ryan and I crammed in next to her, and we took the three-minute ride to the Ferguson Police Department. The woman sang hymns throughout the ride.

Throughout this time, we asked the officers for badge numbers. We asked to speak to a supervising officer. We asked why we were being detained. We were told: trespassing in a McDonald’s.

‘‘I hope you’re happy with yourself,’’ one officer told me. And I responded: ‘‘This story’s going to get out there. It’s going to be on the front page of The Washington Post tomorrow.’’

And he said, ‘‘Yeah, well, you’re going to be in my jail cell tonight.’’

Once at the station, we were processed, our pockets emptied. No mug shots. They removed our restraints and put us in a holding cell. Ryan was able to get ahold of his dad. I called my mom, but I couldn’t get through. I couldn’t remember any phone numbers.

RELATED: Huffington Post on the arrests of Ryan Reilly and Wesley Lowery

We were in there for what felt like 10 or 15 minutes. Then the processing officer came in.

‘‘Who’s media?’’ he asked.

We said we were. And the officer said we were both free to go. We asked to speak to a commanding officer. We asked to see an arrest report. No report, the officer told us, and no, they wouldn’t provide any names.

I asked if there would ever be a report. He came back with a case number and said a report would be available in a week or two.

‘‘The chief thought he was doing you two a favor,’’ he said.



The following is a statement on the incident from Washington Post Executive Editor Martin D. Baron:

Wesley has briefed us on what occurred, and there was absolutely no justification for his arrest.

He was illegally instructed to stop taking video of officers. Then he followed officers’ instructions to leave a McDonald’s — and after contradictory instructions on how to exit, he was slammed against a soda machine and then handcuffed. That behavior was wholly unwarranted and an assault on the freedom of the press to cover the news. The physical risk to Wesley himself is obvious and outrageous.

After being placed in a holding cell, he was released with no charges and no explanation. He was denied information about the names and badge numbers of those who arrested him.

We are relieved that Wesley is going to be OK. We are appalled by the conduct of police officers involved.

The Ferguson Police Department did not immediately respond to a request for comment on Lowery’s detention.

Wesley Lowery is a reporter for the Washington Post and formerly of The Boston Globe covering the protests in Ferguson, Mo.

The investigation will uphold the status quo and sweep the pesky black corpses under the rug.

Sometimes Unfortunate Things Happen In The Heat Of A 400-Year-Old Legacy Of Racism

http://www.theonion.com/articles/someti ... :1:Default

http://www.msnbc.com/msnbc/eyewitness-michael-brown-fatal-shooting-missouri

Absolutely disgusting

I know. All these people making assumptions on what may or may not have happened. I think I'm going to be sick