HA! You’re kidding, right? Let me explain. No, too much. Let me sum up.
I was 16. I live in a town of just under 900 people. No traffic, ever. I run a stop sign. I was run off the road a few blocks down by this crazed tiny ass Napoleon complex redneck. I had no idea why. He comes storming up to my car, reaches in my window, and attempts to pull me out by my neck. I punch him in the chest, he lets go, and he starts yelling at me for running the stop sign. “My kids play in that street!” “You let your kids play in the street?” More yelling. Finally he tries to smack me, so I tell him he better back the fuck up because I’m only 16, unless, of course, he wants to spend the night in jail. He takes off.
I go to find a cop. I know who this guy is, and where he lives.
When I find a cop, the redneck’s already talking to him. The cop waves me to stop. I park and get out. Cop asks for driver’s license and insurance. I give it to him, he goes and runs it. It all comes back clean. He starts lecturing me for running the stop sign, and for peeling out. I ask him to look at my car, and tell me what he sees. A 1989 Escort Pony. Base model. Automatic. I couldn’t peel out if I tried. He shrugs and says “I don’t want to hear you doing it again.”
I tell the cop I’m not the one who he should be lecturing, and explain what the asshole did. The cop says he doesn’t care, if he’d seen me run a stop sign in front of his house, he’d pull me out of the car and beat my ass, too. I tell the cop that I was assaulted, and battered. The cop tells me I don’t even know what that means. I quote the legal definition of assault and battery. The cop blinks a few times. I tell the cop that his previous statement also could be considered assault, as well as a threat. The cop starts to get angry.
Cop makes redneck wait by his car. I notice the redneck has no plates on his vehicle, or any ‘new car’ tags. Cop says he doesn’t care, that’s not his problem.
Cop harangues me for a while, and threatens the passengers with me, too. I tell the cop that I want to file charges against the redneck, cop refuses. Says “I didn’t see it, you can’t prove it, it didn’t happen.” I show the cop the red marks on my neck and ear. Cop reiterates “I didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.” I tell the cop I want to file a statement against the redneck. He says he won’t let me. “It’s the law,” I say. “I am the law,” he replies.
I give up, it’s no use. I get back in my car and go home. I intend to file charges against the redneck the next day, along with a formal complaint to his superior. My dad agrees that it’s a good idea.
Mom’s up for Schoolboard election a few weeks later, and she cries and argues with me not to do it, she doesn’t want anything to hurt her chances for reelection. Oh, well, I guess that’s more important.
::sigh:: What’s the point?
–Tim