Protection from Spics / Teaching / Society / Social Order / Social Order / Cops /

Help! Police!

Aged nineteen or so, 1957 or ’58, I and a bunch fellow students are coming out of Rikers on 115th and Broadway after some 2 AM coffee. A hoard of Puerto Ricans have been walking up Broadway on the other side. Just as they approach College Walk a half dozen cops herd them up against the Broadway wall of Columbia Journalism and start roughing them up.

The peanut gallery watches.

“What did they do? I didn’t see them do anything?”
“Who cares? They’re spics.”

That barb was for the instruction of Colombian Nick Suescun,
who I believe was with us.

[A] bland white face and coat and tie spoke the Esperanto of class to the cops.
Hunter, Point of Impact

See? The police are protecting us. From the spics.

What happens when they decide to treat us the same way?

That would come. Ten years later.
All those notes and stories, still to be resurrected, but dig it, I’m getting to some!

2002 08 05

Too delicious! I just paid my first visit to and see that they offer a tee shirt that says God hates Cops! They also have one that says


Cop Stories

About pk

Seems to me that some modicum of honesty is requisite to intelligence. If we look in the mirror and see not kleptocrats but Christians, we’re still in the same old trouble.
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