Cop BlockIn T or C, New Mexico, I was about thirteen or fourteen when I witnessed my mom get jumped on by four or five officers. It was my birthday. It was late, possibly eleven or twelve at night and we were celebrating with some cake, music, and good old family bonding. Someone had called the police on a house that was close to ours and the police mistook our house for theirs. My memory is a bit fuzzy as to the details, but I remember them arresting my step Dad at the time (if he was there, you better believe those cops wouldn’t have done what they did). After that, I called my grandma and aunt who lived close by and told them what was going on. The cops came inside and tried to arrest my mom who was sitting on the couch; I think she was refusing because no crime was committed. My aunt, grandma, little sister, and I were shouting at them to leave my mom alone and that she was pregnant, but they wouldn’t listen, so four or five of them started to grab her and get on top of her to cuff her. After cuffed, they dragged her out of the house all the way to the police car; they didn’t even let her get up and walk her to the car. We were all yelling to leave my mom alone.
We ended up going to court about it. I don’t remember all the details, but I’m sure I can ask my mom if she has the paper work from when all this happened if you’re interested in the details. It’s possibly one of the most traumatizing experiences of our lives, and definitely the worst birthday ever.
Now we can understand better why they call police, PIGs.