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Escape from Police Plaza

Marquel was getting ready to join a protest against clowns, when he stopped and read Mayor de Blasio Calls for Suspension of ProtestsMayor Bill de Blasio asked demonstrators to “put aside protests” a few hours after the commissioner said that the killing of two police officers was a “direct spinoff of this issue” of the protests.

The commissioner accused the mayor and demonstrators of having “blood on their hands.” Marquel thought about blood. And hands. Every year two to three or more innocent people are killed by the police. Marquel felt compelled to ask the commissioner about this.

Marquel surveyed the room and figured out the easiest and fastest exit to take if necessary, then asked, “Do you feel like you have blood on your hands, commissioner?”

“Me? Blood? I’ve been asking that these protests end before they started. I’m proud of what I’ve done.” He started.

“Including the blood on your hands?” Marquel persisted.

“I’ve not a drop. Those protesters killed two innocent cops and destroyed their families. They’ve got lots of blood to answer for.” He bellowed.

“But your police force has killed over 150 civilians in the past 15 years. Twenty to thirty or more were unarmed. Innocent. With families. And while none of the protesters actually killed anyone, your cops, the ones you command, pulled the trigger. I’d say that’s a lot of blood. On your hands.” I said.

“You cannot compare accidental civilian casualties to cold blooded murder.” He said.

“I’m not. Many of the killings by cops are clearly intentional, unjustified, and outrageous. Amadou Diallo, unarmed, unthreatening, peaceful, was killed by cops, shooting to kill, 41 times, as intentional as this recent event. Looked at your hands lately?” I asked.

“That’s insulting. I uphold the law in a large city. Accidents happen. These protesters wanted a cop shot. They chanted it.” He said

“What’s the difference between chanting it and whispering it. Too many cops go into the street determined to kill someone and they do it. Nobody talks about blood on hands. It’s all over yours. You’re the police commissioner. The protesters, if you’re right, which you’re not, kill two innocents. You kill over a hundred every decade. Twenty to thirty unarmed. Look at your hands commissioner. They’re scarlet because you don’t teach your cops to keep their guns in their pants, or wherever. If people get angry at being targets, what do you expect. I’d say you’ve got double the blood on your hands. Once for causing the protesters to fear they’ll be shot and one for encouraging your cops to shoot.”

“You must be a commie pinko. There’s blood on your hands.” He said.

“Then you should arrest me if you’ve got any guts or principles at all. But I’ve got to tell you I wasn’t in any protest. And I was at Mufi’s folding noodles the night of the shooting.” I said.

“You’re as guilty as them all. You’re anti cop and you support killing cops.” He said.

” ‘Them all’  must include more than half the city, because we all hate how aggressive and hostile the police have become. And we’re all sad two young cops with families were gunned down insanely. But a part of us hopes that, since you never get punished any other way, you’ll feel just a little less excited next time you’re about to shoot someone. Because it could happen to one of your own. That’s not the way it should be, of course, but you’ve created this situation. You gun down innocents and strut around knowing you’ll never be indicted. I’d say you’ve got a lot of washing to do,” I said.

His face was red and inflated. His hands, bloody, were also in fists. Before he said, or did anything else, I made my escape.

I live in a city where you have to know how to escape from the police. There’s blood on their hands and it’s ours.

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