Well, no, it wasn’t even a “nighttime” disturbance—it was the afternoon. Some kids had set up a speaker—an amplified sound system—and so on. It was making a lot of noise. Some neighbors complained.
So, we went to check it out. And, as it turned out, the intervention didn’t go well. One of the police officers started lecturing the kids—they were just hanging out in front of their building with their friends—and things went south. The officer grabbed one of them and started hitting him—first in front of his friends, and then inside the patrol car. And I was standing right there, having to figure out what my role should be—how to compose myself.
And so, well, I assist—very half-heartedly, but I do assist—the police officer who is striking him; that is to say, I hold the teenager’s hands, which means that, well he can’t defend himself. But, the thing is, I have to do something. If I’m working undercover, I have to, you know, play the part.
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