Sounds like an older man yelling, not a kid, to me.
We were on the way to Tractor & Supply one afternoon and a ruckus started on the sidewalk.
A gang of girls of color had come out of KMart, where they’d fled from the McDonald’s employees whom they’d just assaulted.
While in KMart they decided to shoplift some stuff and were followed out by store security as the cops were already called and coming.
Suddenly more cops than I’ve seen in one place all swooped in and leapt out of their cars.
By this time, we were enthralled by what was going down.
The cops asked them standard questions about the complaints against them and the girls were the most foul mouthed belligerent bunch of ‘young ladies’ I’ve ever seen.
After about 10 minutes of this psycho-circus, one of the girls attacked the officer who was questioning her.
I don’t mean “slapped”; I mean full bore punching, kicking and scratching.
Bless his heart, he stayed calm and the other officers helped him get her cuffed and into the cruiser.
They then rounded up the rest of the pack and put them in the other cars.
A few minutes passed and a black woman came roaring up in her car, jumped out and started screaming at the top of her lungs.
[arbitrary racist/excessive force/profiling jazz]
She came up to us and asked if we’d seen any police brutality.
Hubby said “Sure did. One big vicious rip went really brutal on a cop.”
Apparently that was her daughter because she really let loose with a barrage of her vile opinion of us.
We gave our statements to the cops, along with the other 20 or so witnesses who were watching and they were still screaming, kicking and shrieking in the cruisers when we left.
If I’d ever acted that way towards LEOs, my dad would’ve crucified me, himself.
Wait until you hear Trayvon’s girlfriend. She’s not what you’d call an eloquent speaker.