On 8/7/2020 4:10 PM, wrote:
On Fri, 7 Aug 2020 09:26:58 -0700, Bob F wrote:

On 8/7/2020 6:51 AM, rbowman wrote:
On 08/07/2020 01:04 AM, wrote:
"58 percent of respondents who identified as police officers said they
view Black Lives Matter favorably."

Majority of Police Officers See Black Lives Matter Positively, Support
Reforms
Newsweek Magazine - July 8, 2020
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https://www.newsweek.com/majority-po...s-poll-1520131



Voters in police households of color were 27 points more likely to have
a favorable view of Black Lives Matter than voters in white police
households, and also significantly more likely to view police negatively
(44 percent versus 23 percent).

https://morningconsult.com/2020/07/2...phics-polling/


Surprise, surprise...



If you were raised your whole childhood being told by parents how
careful you had to be to avoid being targeted by police (because you
were likely to be no matter what you did) you would probably feel the
same. Profiling happens and puts black lives into levels of continuous
stress that you surely have no concept of.

And yet, you think the problem is all on them. Crazy.

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics...police/491435/

I grew up being told if you fight with the police you get your ass
kicked and they like it.


Just one of thousands of stories:

"My name is Yunek Moore. I am a Black woman, a college graduate, and a
survivor of police brutality. Im choosing to tell my story because,
sadly, this wasnt the last time something like this happened to a
person of color in Peoria, Illinois, and that must change.

On June 4, 2013, I was a happy 17-year-old looking forward to attending
college at Millikin University. I had just graduated high school, where
I was ranked 11th in my entire class and spoke at graduation as one of
my final duties as Senior Class President.

That night, I was at my friend Ciprianas house, where family and
friends had gathered to celebrate our graduation and Ciprianas
departure for Army basic training. We were having a bonfire in the
backyard, eating smores and drinking Capri Suns.

As I sat in a lawn chair, a bright light suddenly shone in my eyes. I
thought someone at the party was using their phones flashlight or had
turned on the backyard light, so I put my hand up to shield my eyes and
politely asked them to stop pointing it at me. The person ignored my
request and asked for my ID. Confused and still unable to see anything,
I asked the person why she wanted to see my ID card. She never answered
or stated who she was.

Instead, I was yanked out of my chair by what turned out to be three
police officers, two men and one woman.

The officers grabbed me by the wrists and twisted my arms, then dragged
me to the front yard and slammed me up against the brick house. I
thought they were going to break my arm and I told them they were
hurting me. The male officer responded, €œShut the hell up!€�

I was handcuffed, then dragged across the concrete driveway, thrown onto
the hood of the squad car, and searched. As my friends came up to ask
why this was happening, the officers screamed at them, €œGet back!€�

The officers shoved me into the back of the squad car, punching and
pushing my body. I gasped in pain as I sat awkwardly in the back seat,
scared and stunned that this was happening. Not once did anyone tell me
why I was being arrested or what I had done wrong.

At this point, my right shoulder was in excruciating pain, my right knee
was swollen, and I had swelling and cuts on both my wrists. I was taken
to the Peoria County Jail, where I asked for medical attention, but was
denied. I was held until 5:30 a.m. the next day, when they finally let
my mother pick me up.

Later, I learned I had a torn labrum in my shoulder and an incapacitated
wrist, which €” combined €” required three surgeries, steroid injections,
and physical therapy over the next several years. My entire right side
was immobilized and one doctor said that my injuries looked like what
football players might have after years of being tackled.

Beyond my physical injuries, this experience has taken a huge toll on me
mentally. Im now fearful of the police, and I constantly worry that
something like this could happen to me again.

There was nothing illegal happening at the party. Yet I was arrested and
cited for €œresisting or obstructing a peace officer.€� The officers said
they entered the backyard out of concern for the safety of those at the
party, but the only danger anyone faced that night was at the hands of
the Peoria Police Department.

These past six years, my family and I have witnessed how little
accountability there is for police officers in Peoria. Without
accountability, the unnecessary and excessive use of force I experienced
will continue to happen to others.

Our city is no stranger to the kinds of headlines about fatal police
interactions that we see across the country. We all know the tragic
story of Eddie Russell Jr., who was shot 17 times by the Peoria Police
Department despite their knowledge of his history of mental health crises.

Its time we fight for justice for our fellow community members and
demand real reform in the Peoria Police Department."