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dear_________
I would write to whom it may concern but concerned should be used lightly, for we all know it means "it matters"" care" "interested" "affected" "involved" "touched". so if it applies, I keith Caldwell, A mere peasant in our kingdom of dollar royalty, who was violated by the Royal army, our Los Angeles Police Department, (ours only because my working tax dollars help pay their salaries and many other social economic exchanges pay Royal Society) was once again, February 10, 1998, faced with the dilemma that hunts many black males, minorities, and also people of low income. I was attacked, not by the everyday fears of modern society (some dope dope fiend, gang member, or some hate group). My attackers deceptive. they advertise to protect and to serve, so now I question myself," why don't I apply?" you see, I have billion dollar dreams, goals for a house a car, but limited dollar reality. And in the the world of the poor, it's hell in a rich man's heaven.
so, February 10th,I went to work as usual. excuse me, I am a mobility instructor for United Cerebral Palsy, and on this day, I took a few clients out on a trip. we went bowling. bowling with disabled individuals it is done on a metal rack that is built like a ramp, so they can push the ball off. I retrieve the ball, and push the next person's chair up to the ramp.usually they have electric wheelchairs, but the bowling alley is not accessable. so I assist them by taking them one by one down the steps. it brings me joy to see the smiles on their faces. after filling my spirit and my heart to new heights, I was ready to go home, and share the experience with my family. anyway, I ride a bicycle to work and back home. I live approximately 4 or 5 streets away. I usually go straight down Venice Boulevard to Avenue Guthrie, one street from Fairfax. however, On February 10th,I went down Venice to La Cienega,on my way to Avenue Guthrie.while riding on La Cienega, passing Cadillac,police officers pull up on me, as if to hit me, So I passed them, and turned around to see why.I must have startled the passing officers, who went down immediately to draw their guns I turned around in a gas station around the aisle,and stopped.the officers walked up on me. Feeling something was about to go down the officers walked up on me. Feeling something was about to go wrong,I put my hands up. They walk closer, and ask me to get down. Puzzled, I put my hands up. They walk closer, and ask me to get down. Puzzled, I asked why, and what I had done. the officers were standing up, an one was holding a can of one mace are pepper spray. my hands were already up, for I did not want to be shot, are harmed in any way. but Still, I wish and I believe I had a right to speak and say what I filled. please keep in mind, that this is the best to my recollection. I called some names, feeling that I was being political, speaking my voice, feeling they were wrong, feeling they will racially motivated to see me as a young black gang member, who they and I have been taught to fear and of whom to beware. So, with that in mind, they must have call for backup. because, before I knew it, I was jumped by numerous police, and they were all over me, slam me to the concrete, kneeing me in the back, all so they could hogtie me, right there in the gas station, on the LA streets. embarrassing!!!
too many, labels may not mean anything. answer me, they're not everything. But sometimes I go out and buy what I feel are nice item I wear some suit and dress clothes, but I prefer hip hop clothes big baggy pants and Giants shirts. they make me feel I look good and my esteem and pride are increased. I love my clothes. but what I am getting to is the fact that my brand new, brand name, all white freshly released throwback V's, Air Jordans,which were $175, were destroyed. my $250 g-shock watch was broken. my brand new white and blue trimmed Michael Jordan sweat suit was destroyed, and filthy. my pride, dignity, manhood, and all believe that I was actually free, a different but acceptable citizen. therefore, while screaming at the top of my lungs, my arm out of socket, the police continued with their robotic orders without compassion, so the puppet without strings could assume the position. with my body face down to the concrete, flashbacks of 1960 books and films ran through my mind. the seconds that my arm was out of socket seemed like minutes of torture. Reflections of lesser humane times.so now mentally I realized that I was there property, and the fight was with myself. for I was deceiving myself with falsehoods of being strong, speaking up for myself,and doing unto others as you would like for others to do unto you. What I am saying is, I have never harmed anyone, are caused anyone to suffer.but On February 10th, I became a target of societies hidden racial, pre judgemental mistakes, and feel the wrath of blind justice. now I write, to balance the scales of fairness. I lay face down, on behind my back, handcuffed, leg's bound, interlocked with the handcuff, and was placed into the police car. angry, embarrassed, dirty, I'm feeling like a slave, I refuse to cooperate. I just want to go home to be free, and do whatever I wish within the law. I wanted to enjoy my time, because from 9 to 5, I belong to United Cerebral Palsy. and from 5 to 9 is my time and my family time. the rest is for sleep and body rejuvenation. anyway, I lost all my and my family time, arrested in West Los Angeles and driven to Van Nuys police station, in traffic, in the backseat, me, a 6 foot 2, with sore knees, traumatized human being. a 29 year old male with tears in his eyes,realizing that his time was gone,and get it can't be given back. I comand get it can't be given back. I calmed, and begin making conversation with the officers about what, I do not remember it all. but I found out I was being charged with a felony. all hopes died, and I was being railroaded. there was nothing I could do. while in my kidnapping(their detainment or arrest)at their station, some police officers kept asking me questions about people with guns that murder, so I could trade the gangster image,or a felon role.then I was sure that I was being judged falsely, and arrested on the charge of battery on a police officer, which is a lie. I spent the rest of February the 10th, in jail, and also February the 11th,until at least 5 o'clock, missing work. my little savings to buy a car were used to bail me out, and now my family and I will have to wait. hopefully my children will not lose their father.
so now I pray that though real justice will save me the words twisted by namesthough real justice I'll save me the words twisted by naves,the lies of a desperate department, are desperate man in need of work to the point of creating a job. so, to conclude, I wish someone concerned could look into this, investigate, explore, inquire, and learn that they and not I, are the criminals. Thank you.
Taxpayer,and Voter,

Keith Caldwell