Arrested in Stiletto's

I was cruising for a bruising and boy did I get mine. I was 27 years old going nowhere good very fast. I was a single mother with a drug problem, and to make matters worse I was an exotic dancer part-time. It was a drizzly Tuesday morning around 12:30 AM. I was driving home from an amateur night at the Squire Lounge in Revere. I lived in Taunton at the time, however I was formally from Brockton where i had spent the majority of my drug using years. On my way home I decide to make a pitstop in Brockton. I drove into the armpit of the city, to the Hess gas station on Main Street where anyone can usually find drugs fairly easily. I see a young guy across the street adjacent to Northend Motors. I look over at him as he nods his head as if to say he was holding drugs. As I made the deal I looked up Prospect Street and saw a police cruiser in the distance. I figured the cop was too far away to notice what I was up to. The cop continues on his way as did i. I drove off, cutting through back roads, navigating my way towards Taunton. I had pulled over to fix my headlight. It would Flickr or go out occasionally, but a good whack would fix it. I get back into my car and I noticed a cop drive-by. I thought that there was only a slim chance that it was the same cop from the actual criminal activity 4 miles back. Apparently the chance was not so slim, he stopped and got out of his cruiser. I can think is "shit"but I assumed he did not have anything on me. Nothing could have prepared me for how I would react to what was about to happen. I see a rather large white male police officer come towards my car with his gun drawn. As I try to roll down my window he screams "get out of the vehicle!" This was the first time I had ever had a gun drawn on me. Despite doing a drug deal on the side of the road, I thought the gun was a little much. In fact, I was shocked at the predicament occurring. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs "are you kidding me ?" and "what did I do?" he yells back "keep your hands where I can see them!" and "get out of the vehicle !" I'm mad I'm scared and I'm confused. As the officer approach is my vehicle he opens my door and drags me by my shoulder out of my car, and onto the ground. I am now enraged by the way I've been treated. All I can think is I'm not going to jail. I was wrong. I began to fight the  200 pound or more officer relentlessly. I was 130 pounds, I had a black stiletto boots, no bra, And I wasn't dressed conservatively by any measure. It is raining out at this point as well. The office cannot cuff me to my determination, strength, and anger. He called for backup. Two more offices came to his rescue they tackled me to the ground and cuffed me violently after I was cuffed the original off to kick me so hard that it I had a boots imprint bruise on my calf of months. Then I was "brought to the pavement"as it was written in the police report, 3X after I was cuffed. I was actually slammed into the rain soaked ground by 200 pound man dropping onto my back and smashing my face on the pavement three times one after the other being picked up and slam down by my handcuffs. My wrists were raw and bleeding for days. I had been beaten pretty badly. I'd been beaten as if I myself were a 200 pound man who just killed someone harmed a child. The night in jail seems never ending. I spent the night in lock up at Brockton police station. I was in shock. My body aches. I cried most of the night. In the morning I was transported to Brockton court. I'm cold, beaten, and wet. The court officers escorted me to a caged room to converse with my court-appointed lawyer. When my lawyer first glanced through the flawed plexiglass, the look on this mans face is of disbelief. This man is beside himself after reading the police report and the result, my beaten state in front of him. The police found .05 g of cocaine in my car. For anyone not knowing how much that is it is a dusting on a plastic baggie not even enough to fill the surface of the pencil eraser. The charges against me were possession of cocaine and resisting arrest. The police report stated that the reason the cop approached my vehicle was that he ran my plate and saw that it was a West Roxbury registration, and I was in a bad neighborhood. Never did say that I broke the law was that a gun was pulled on me. All the charges were accumulate after my arrest. I should've reacted to the situation differently. My lawyer and I fought this case all the way but in the end the court sided with the police report and stood by the lies of the arresting officer. My lawyer explained to me that they had to make charges against me stick because they had been me they did not want to risk a civil suit against the city for police brutality. Overall I ended up with a lot of bruises and a rap sheet. Overall I should not have resisted arrest but I did not deserve the brutality of the arresting officer. I believe everything happens for reason and the lesson is learned in all experiences. I've been through a lot in my life but this arrest scared me. I never felt such and indignity as I did that night. It is a constant reminder of why I have changed my life.