WARNING!: This particular blog post contains intense pictures that may be disturbing to some people. I apologize, but I feel it is necessary for people to get the full effect of this story.
My brother was killed by police.
Here are some news stories on it:
These articles were my first exposure to the blatant lies and false stories of the media outlets.
It was particularly difficult to deal with the ignorant comments that people were trolling on the sites.
It was rough to see my sister feeding the trolls and trying to inform them of the truth and see how hard people were clinging to the stories that they just read and having no respect for the family and their loss.
It was a very difficult time in my life.
I was a slave to my job and it cost me my health.
I had just spent two weeks out of work for Shingles and was trying to de-stress when that crazy night came about.
I’d been hanging out with my brother, Michale and he left my house to head back to my mom’s place.
About thirty minutes after he left, he called me.
“Hey, I can’t get to the house. There are a bunch of police cars blocking the way with all their lights on. I think it has something to do with Erik”
I called my mom to see what was going on.
Me – “Hey, Mom, Michale said there are a bunch of cop cars outside blocking his way.”
Mom – “Yeah, tell him to stay there with you. Police shoot someone…”
Me – “Mom, he’s already there. He’s trying to get home. He said he thinks it involves Erik.”
When my mom realizes that the police might involve Erik, she abruptly hands the phone over to my brother, Willie. Willie tells me that they heard a bunch of gun shots and when they went to look outside, the police were at their front door and yelled at them to stay inside.
They got off of the phone with me so they could talk to the police and find out what happened.
I was left miles away to wonder.
So, the story is that the police were pulling a lady over for speeding. Which by the way, the officer never wrote her a ticket. He said he heard my brother yelling up on the hill. So, the officer went up there without finishing his business and called for backup. He went to “investigate” and as the news stories claim, he went to the door and my brother was said to have struck him with a hammer in the neck.
So the police shot him.
That’s the story.
My mom lived right next door.
Close proximity trailer park.
So, she heard the seven shots.
That is one of the things that I don’t get.
Why was he shot seven times?
All the way around.
Aren’t police not supposed to shoot people from behind?
My mom said everything seemed really fishy.
At first, I thought she was just distraught because she heard the gunshots and it was her third son that died. Second son killed.
I thought she was creating all these assumptions and ideas.
She gathered up all of the evidence that they would give her.
I didn’t want to hear any of it.
I didn’t know what to believe.
Until one day, she showed me the pictures.
Wasn’t he at the door when he was said to have hit the officer with the hammer?
Why was he shot in the back?
why is he wearing handcuffs?
Do officers always shoot people seven times all the way around and even in the back for attacking with a hammer? How could he have been shot in the back if he was at the front door attacking outwards?
None of this makes any sense or even matches up with what the police said or the news.
Even more interesting, they waited to give us the police video and for some reason, about ten minutes in, the audio cuts out for the rest of the video. Audio at the beginning and none after about ten minutes. How weird is that?
I can only tell when there is a gun shot because a dog seen snooping around tucks his tail between his legs and runs full speed off and into the distance.
There were about 9 witnesses. In this neighborhood, everyone knows everyone’s business.
Each one of the witnesses are now in jail on petty drug charges or the main one, a lady my mom had to track down, is now in a mental facility.
This lady told my mom that she thought it was her son, because police killed her other son. So she hid in the bushes and saw the whole thing. She says something to the effect of the police putting handcuffs on him and putting him down on his knees and shooting him. But, I don’t know her story… I haven’t been able to talk to her. She was so terrified of what she saw, that she left town and went into hiding. I’m not sure how or why she ended up in a mental facility.
My mom tried to sue the police.
She wanted me to help her, but I was in the middle of a touchy situation.
It turns out that the officer that shot my brother was my boyfriend at the time’s battalion chief.
He saw this guy on a regular basis.
I didn’t want to cause any trouble and I thought my mom could handle it herself while I was trying to get into college.
The first lawyer she had took her money and dicked her around for a year.
Told her he couldn’t take the case.
The second lawyer talked a big game and took thousands of dollars of her money, too.
A month before her two year period to sue the police was up, he told her he couldn’t do it.
Who is going to take a case like this with a month left?
They left my mom high and dry.
This is all she ever talks about.
Every single day.
It’s rough to be around her.
She’s been through so much, and I have no idea where to begin to try and help her.
So, I started here.
I’ve been somewhat afraid to tell this story.
I wanted it to be huge when we chose to expose these police.
I wouldn’t feel endangered for telling an honest story and asking for justice and answers.
But I can’t wait any longer.
I need this to be out there.
It’s been three years and not a day goes by where my mom doesn’t bring it up.
She’s lost her mom, husband, and three children now. Not to mention, she heard the seven gunshots that killed her son right next door.
The lawyers thought she was just some dumb asian woman that they could sap some money out of and get away with it. I guess they didn’t count on her remaining children to pick up the pieces and investigate.
They don’t know that I used to want to be a CSI.
My mom knows, though.
She brought all the evidence to me almost begging for me to look through it.
Once it started to feel fishy, I couldn’t turn away.
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I couldn’t deny her.
These are the police that were involved in the shooting:
Officer Casandra Baxter
Officer Stephen Copeland
Officer William Honea
Here is the damage done from the hammer:
Here is the damage done to my brother:
Again, I apologize for the intense images. I just want everyone to see what I have seen and see for themselves how crazy this is.
My brother lived an interesting life.
He was the first of us kids to graduate highschool.
He used to work for IBM.
He loved putting computers together for fun.
He was very smart.
Here are some better pictures of him.
Before he was murdered.
Here with one of my cousins.
Here with my sister.
Here with his daughter.
What am I left to do?
And what am I supposed to think?