Unreal? Naw, too real and commoner than you’d think.
Back in '81 I lived in Edmonton, Alberta. We had a buddy, Kenny. One evening he came up to our place and asked if we wanted to hang out. We were just getting dinner together so we said to come by later. He decided to head over to his mom’s instead because she was about to move and had promised him an old TV.
When he got there it turned out that she was staying a few more days and didn’t want to give up the TV yet. They got into a bit of an arguement. Kenny’s sister locked herself in the bathroom and said she was going to kill herself if they didn’t stop fighting. It was just a bit of thirteen year old dramatics. By this point everyone was yelling and a neighbour called the cops. Still a simple family fight, at this point.
The police arrived, bringing with them the kind of attitude you sometimes find in very young city cops. Too young, in fact. One had about ten months and the other about six. No way they should have been out together.
By then, sis was out of the bathroom and things were settling down. One of the cops found it necessary to make a crack about “Damn Indians, fighting again”. Well, Kenny’s brother took exception, and a swing at the cop. The other cop flattened Kenny to the ground; Kenny on his back and the cop on top.
Then the cop started to get up - just far enough to pull out his gun. Shot Kenny right through the chest. Unarmed, thoroughly subdued Kenny.
The ambulance came, took away the cop that had been punched (broken finger) and left Kenny, still alive, on his mother’s floor. I don’t remember how long it took for another one to show up, but of course it was too late. By then Kenny was dead.
There was every kind of stink about it, of course. We all went down and protested in front of the police station, with placards and everything. My mom and dad saw it on the news at home in BC. The cops both got landed on with both feet and so did the force. Two rookies out alone, and all…
Didn’t help though. Kenny was still dead.
Nineteen years old.