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Why I Support Roger Pion |
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12 Aug 2012
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Roger is the Vermont hero that flattened seven police cars. |
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When I was a child of about 11 years old, while visiting our local mall on my own, a cousin of mine spotted me and began to trail me. This cousin and I, at that time, were not on good terms. I knew he was a trouble maker. His father was a police officer. I really didn't want to hang out with him, so I decided to leave the mall and walk home. As I left, my cousin continued to follow me. I walked faster. He walked faster. As I was crossing the mall's parking lot, my cousin, still far behind me, grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it as hard as he could, randomly, down the slope of the parking lot, where is slammed into the side of a parked car. He grab another, and repeated his vandalism.
This kind of behavior was the very reason I did not want to hang out with my cousin. I knew that nothing good would come from being with him. I did not come to the mall with him. I was not hanging out with him. We were not there together. I was trying to get away from him.
In the midst of my cousin's vandalism, an off duty police officer and his wife were parking their car. They saw what my cousin had done. The police officer got out of his car and started running after my cousin. I watched the two of them pass me, first my cousin and then the cop in pursuit. I was actually laughing, hoping the cop would grab him. My cousin outran the cop.
Having failed at catching the perp, the cop decided to grab me, a person not connected to the crime, not trying to get away from the cop, and completely opposed to what my cousin had done. Forcibly, he dragged me into the mall where there was a small police booth. All the way there, I protested and said I had nothing to do with what happened. The police officer's wife came to my defense and kept telling her husband, "This kid didn't do it, you know that!"
Once at the police booth, the cop was getting ready to have one of the officers at the booth "take me in." His wife loudly protested letting the other cops know that her husband was lying. The other cop asked me for my cousin's name and I told him. He asked, isn't that Dukie's kid (Dukie was the nickname of his cop father). "Yes, I said." They let me go. They never went after my cousin. Had that officer's wife not stood up for me, I would have been arrested, at 11, for something I had nothing to do with. Once they found out it was a cop's son that did it, they didn't arrest him either.
I learned the first of many lessons that day, lessons I will share on this blog. The lesson I learned that day is that police officers are corrupt, liars, and assholes. I never trusted a cop again. |
See also:
http://freeroger.org/
https://www.facebook.com/RogerPionTheMagnificent
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