About 2:30 a.m. on Oct. 15, EMTs responded to an emergency call at 9th and U streets NW. Moments later, a patient was loaded into an ambulance. In court filings, police officers said the patient “had a contusion and abrasion on the forehead as well as a laceration to the upper and lower lip, with significant bruising to his forearms.” The man was rushed to Howard University Hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
That much, at least, is clear.
Almost everything else that happened early that morning outside the DC9 rock club, on the other hand, remains subject to significant confusion. In a radio transmission to Howard, an EMT supervisor had identified the patient as a 45-year-old black male. In fact, Ali Ahmed Mohammed was in his late 20s. The supervisor described his condition as “Traumatic cardiac arrest after a fight. No obvious trauma that we could see, but he...he’s in arrest basically.” But medical examiners would eventually suggest there was much more to it than that.
By the morning after Mohammed’s death, conflicting accounts of what happened to him were already emerging. What most agree on is that Mohammed, after being denied entrance to DC9, threw at least one brick through the club’s window, and that he was pursued into the street by club employees. Hours later, five of those people—William Spieler, 46, Darryl Carter, 20, Reginald Phillips, 22, Evan Preller, 28, and Arthur Zaloga , 25—were arrested and charged with murder.
But even the official accusations became muddled. Charging documents initially cited an eyewitness who claimed to have seen the five tackle, punch, and kick the 27-year-old immigrant until he was unconscious. Metropolitan Police Department Chief Cathy Lanier called the alleged beating a “savage” act of “vigilante justice.” Other habitués of the nightclub, though, insisted that no such savagery had taken place. They said the men, none of them known as brawlers, merely restrained Mohammed while awaiting the police.
Authorities eventually downgraded the charges against the five, then dropped them all together—albeit with the knowledge that they could re-file after autopsy results came in. But even the much-anticipated medical examiner’s ruling deepened the mystery. While the manner was declared “homicide,” the cause of death was ruled “excited delirium associated with arrhythmogenic cardiac anomalies, alcohol intoxication and physical exertion with restraint,” which would seem to corroborate the non-savage version of events.
Prosecutors are still investigating. No new charges have been filed.
In the meantime, lawyers, cops, activists, and reporters are poring over every detail of what did or didn’t happen that terrible night. But in the fervor over the unsolved mystery, the city has learned very little about one key piece of the story: The man who wound up dead.
Ahmed Mohammed Galtchu came to the United States in 1995, happy to be in a country that offered more opportunity than rural Ethiopia—but heartbroken to have left his family back home. Galtchu chose D.C., he says, because he had friends here; otherwise, he knew almost nothing about the city he would grow to care deeply about.
Galtchu made a life for himself in the District. He found a small apartment among the brick and wrought iron buildings of Somerset Place NW. A friend helped him score a job at a nearby 7-Eleven. But sometimes, early in the morning, he would wake up in tears. When that happened, there was only one remedy. He would pick up the phone and dial Ethiopia, so he could hear the voices of the wife and five children he’d left behind.
In an interview at his attorney’s office, Galtchu says he left Ethiopia mostly because of the children, “so they would have a better education.”
It took two years to earn enough money to fly the entire family to the District. Galtchu never wavered, working at 7-Eleven and a number of odd jobs on the side. The day he went to the airport, it all seemed worth it. His wife and three of his children arrived on one plane. Two other sons came on a later flight. One was his 14-year-old fourth child, Mohammed. The skinny, round-headed lad was soon enrolled in Paul Public Charter School.
As a kid, Mohammed “got average grades,” his father recalls, and picked up English quickly. He spent most of his time playing with other Ethiopian kids. His father says they used to play soccer in the streets near the family’s Brightwood apartment. Mohammed hoped to go to college, but after graduating from Calvin Coolidge Senior High School in 2001, the family realized there wasn’t enough money. Mohammed, always easygoing, adjusted.
Out of school, Mohammed hung around the house, helping his dad with projects. He would go out with friends, read books and watch movies. Coming of age on the cusp of a recession, Mohammed had a hard time finding a job. He tried working at the nursing home where his mother also worked, but that only lasted a month. For reasons his dad couldn’t remember—“maybe he thought he didn’t have the right training”—he despised the job and quit.
Mohammed passed some of the time in his room, listening to music on headphones. When he found something he thought his father might like, he’d put the headphones around the patriarch’s ears and make him listen. “This is that old music that you like,” he’d tease.
A short, stocky, caramel-colored man with tired eyes and a heavy gait, Galtchu doesn’t smile much. But when he remembers these particular moments with his son, his face lights up. “He was my baby,” he says after a couple of beats.
But Mohammed wasn’t, really. He was a man, and he had to find work. Friends say Mohammed got a job as a security guard for FedEx. From the way his father talks about him, a job that involves throwing one’s weight around would seem an odd choice for Mohammed. “He never even yelled,” his father says. Mohammed’s mother, Shashie Bule , wouldn’t sit for an interview. Galtchu says his wife of 35 years sobs for her son every day.
Around 9th Street NW, where DC9 is located and also the heart of the area known as Little Ethiopia, locals paint a consistent picture of Mohammed, who was a neighborhood regular. No one ever saw him get into a fight, or even get angry. “He was a joke boy,” long-time friend and big-sister figure Tegest Kapaw says, explaining that he used to come to the restaurant where she worked and josh around with customers. Friends in Little Ethiopia also say that despite the alcohol the medical examiner found in his system, Mohammed was not much of a partier.
Mohammed stuck with his job for years. He was generous with his earnings, bringing little random gifts home for his relatives—“socks or a shirt,” his father remembers. Mohammed was fastidious about his appearance. On days he was working, his uniform was crisp and unstained. Off the clock, he was just as attentive, regularly sporting fresh haircuts and stylish clothes. In one picture Mohammed’s father keeps around, the young man looks suave in brown leather boots, gray slacks and collared shirt. In another, he sports street gear, complemented by a baseball cap cocked to the side.
The discerning, perfectionist gaze Mohammed wielded wasn’t limited to clothes. He had opinions about other things. He regularly gave his father and other relatives advice about how they could be better. “He said, ‘look, Dad, you can do it this way,’” remembers Galtchu.
Fifi Woldeamlak , the former manager at Little Ethiopia’s Shashemene Restaurant, calls Mohammed “a typical young Americanized male.” She says she got to know him because he frequented the restaurant, and because he was particular about his drinks. Twice, a waitress made a mistake with his drink order. Each time, Mohammed didn’t immediately raise a stink. But he did call Woldeamlak later to complain. Even then, she remembers, he joked his way through most of the conversation.
Part of being a typical young Americanized Ethiopian male, in Woldeamlak’s estimation, is restaurant-hopping. She says that groups of Ethiopian-American friends descend nightly on Little Ethiopia: “They get one drink here and another there.” The point isn’t to get roaring drunk, “just tipsy.”
Which is how Mohammed wound up in close proximity to DC9 on the last night of his life.
One thing to know about Little Ethiopia: It’s not little. Decade-old census figures place the number of Ethiopians in the region at about 30,000, but community members suspect the real number is considerably higher—at least 100,000. It’s the largest Ethiopian community outside Ethiopia, says Andrew Laurence , president of the Ethiopian-American Cultural Center and the neighborhood’s unofficial historian.
Like the demographic that congregates there, Little Ethiopia has been growing. Today, Laurence says, it encompasses a “traditional border of 18th Street in Adams Morgan from Columbia Road to Florida Avenue over to 9th Street along Florida (U Street) to 9th Street and then down 9th Street to Q Street and over to 7th and Q Street.” Of course, Ethiopians aren’t the only ones who flock to the 1900 block of 9th Street NW. DC9, with its appeal to white hipsters, and Nellie’s, a gay sports bar on the corner, reflect two other populations with a growing presence in the neighborhood.
Laurence says D.C. became a hub for Ethiopian immigrants starting in the 1970s, “when Haile Selassie was overthrown.” The Marxist military regime that took over began killing off elites and intellectuals, Laurence says. Many fled to America, which had supported the deposed monarchy. The immigrant population was initially centered in Adams Morgan, near the former home of the Ethiopian embassy.
As so often happens with immigrant populations, a small initial group achieved critical mass: “As soon as a small community of Ethiopians moved here, others would be attracted to the area to feel comfortable around their own people,” Laurence says. “Soon grocery and hair shops, restaurants, and even churches were developed to cater to their needs and this brought even more people to the area.” Ethiopians quickly spread throughout the region, to places like Falls Church and Arlington in Virginia, and Takoma Park, Hyattsville, and Silver Spring in Maryland, where Mohammed’s family moved to in 2004.
Ethiopian communities in the states are often anchored to an Ethiopian Orthodox Church, practicing the form of Christianity that is the primary religion in Ethiopia. As a way of helping Ethiopian children born in America hold on to family culture, these churches often provide classes in Amharic, Ethiopia’s official language. Though practitioners of Ethiopia’s second-largest religion, Islam, attend mosques, the two groups—Christians and Muslims—socialize heavily when it comes to non-religious activities.
In Mohammed’s case, few who hung out with him thought of him in terms of his religious affiliation. Along 9th Street, the only externally visible dividing line that applied to him was between Ethiopians and non-Ethiopians.
At around 9:30 on a Saturday night in Little Ethiopia, the restaurant of the same name is full. Waitresses in color-trimmed white dresses float about delivering extra dishes of injera to scoop up the spicy food. Most of the faces clustered around messobs—knee-high straw tables—are young and white. A few Ethiopians sit around a bamboo bar where the offerings include Johnny Walker Black Label, Green Label, and Red Label.
An hour later, everything is different. The tourists have cleared out. A table of young Ethiopian-American males jovially orders rounds of Heineken instead of food. The place surges with music: Three traditional musicians vibrate on a recessed stage, one of them wailing on a trio of tiger-skinned drums. As the number of outsiders decreases, the room gets more and more relaxed, with customers getting up to dance with the performers, and a few bouts of call and response between audience and band.
Meanwhile, the drinks keep flowing.
“You go to the restaurant for just one thing, to have a good time,” says Grebremaryam Gebremechin , 46. Though he personally doesn’t like to spend late nights restaurant-hopping, he knows plenty of other Ethiopians who do. “Coffee, that dish is my favorite,” he says. But he doesn’t pass judgment on those who like to drink. “Friday and Saturday, they like to have fun.”
Occasionally, Nuba Fasil , 31, is one of those out for fun. Little Ethiopia is a good place to hang out, she explains. “The [Ethiopian] restaurants are back to back so you can just get out after you park your cars,” she says. Though Woldeamlak says that the Ethiopians who frequent Little Ethiopia at night are just looking for a pleasant buzz, Fasil, who owns the strip’s Teleflora flower shop and is cutting some yellow carnations for a bouquet when we meet, disagrees. Little Ethiopia isn’t perfect, she says. “Some people like to get drunk.”
But even if that’s true, the atmosphere of Little Ethiopia never rises to the drunken bacchanals that D.C. bar strips can become. “I think we are a responsible community,” says Fasil. “Even if we entertain ourselves, we do it cautiously.”
Technically, as a Muslim, Mohammed wasn’t allowed to drink, even cautiously. But Muslims from Ethiopia sometimes tend to be a bit more relaxed than those from other countries about the no-libations rule. Mohammed’s family, according to Galtchu, doesn’t strictly adhere to religious code. That doesn’t necessarily equal going overboard, though. Woldeamlak, like everyone who knew him, says she never saw Mohammed stumbling drunk. He’d have one or two drinks and that’s it, she says.
But on the fateful early morning of Oct. 15, Mohammed might have had a reason to have a little more than usual.
Woldeamlak says her friend Mohammed was in an especially good mood on the night he died. He strolled into her restaurant at about 1 a.m. with two friends. Woldeamlak overheard snippets of their conversation. “He was talking about changing his life,” she says.
What sort of change was coming? Laurence, who has befriended Mohammed’s family in the months since his death, says it was the romantic kind of change—as in wedding plans. But Mohammed’s father denies his son ever even had a girlfriend. He says Mohammed, after having been laid off from his security job several months earlier, was merely excited about a decision he’d made. He was going to learn a trade. “He was going to become a handyman,” Galtchu says.
Idris Yusuf, 35, a friend who grew up with Mohammed, believes the change wasn’t about either becoming a handyman or getting married. He saw Mohammed several days before his demise, and says Mohammed was recommitting himself to Islam. One of Yusuf’s strongest and most amusing memories of Mohammed is of the younger man struggling to fast during the Islamic holy month of Ramadan. Whenever Yusuf reminded him of his responsibility, Mohammed procrastinated: “He was saying ‘yes, but maybe next year,’” Yusuf says. “I don’t blame him. He’s young.”
But when he last saw Mohammed, he says, Mohammed was determined to turn over a new leaf, vowing to both fast and pray from then on.
When Mohammed and his two friends left the restaurant, says Woldeamlak, he’d been imbibing, but he didn’t seem drunk.
As the night wore on, Mohammed somehow lost track of his buddies. At around 2:15 a.m., by Woldeamlak’s estimate, he knocked on the door of the restaurant. The business was closed, but the door swung open for Mohammed’s familiar face. “He said he was looking for his friends,” Woldeamlak recalls. He talked to the DJ for a little while and then left. “He was very normal,” says Woldeamlak. Her account provides the first working theory as to why, minutes later, Mohammed ended up at DC9, a place he didn’t frequent: He was on a mission. Could his friends be among the stragglers still inside the club at closing time?
Damon Dixon, a bartender at the club, had a different take on Mohammed’s state of mind. As he walked along 9th Street to DC9, Dixon says, he didn’t seem “normal.” He seemed drunk. Dixon claims to have not seen Mohammed’s peaceful side that night, either. He says that after he told Mohammed the place was closed, Mohammed made some cutting remarks. “He said things like ‘I’m sucking up to the white man,’” says Dixon, 36, who is African-American.
Minutes later, a brick would crash through the window. Dixon did not join the colleagues who gave chase. But he says he saw Mohammed in the seconds after the glass shattered. “I saw Mr. Mohammed standing there, wide-eyed and agitated,” Dixon says.
Dixon, who placed a call to 911 as the incident unfolded, says that the five men who pursued and caught Mohammed didn’t all touch him: Only Zaloga and Carter “restrained” him, Dixon says. Zaloga, he says, was “laying prone on top” of Mohammed, who was on his belly. Carter, he says, had his foot on Mohammed’s left hand.
If prosecutors wind up re-filing charges against any of the men, the truth of what happened may eventually get hashed out in criminal court. If not, Mohammed’s family may look for answers in civil court. They’ve hired Billy Martin, a prominent D.C. attorney. “This is a tragic death, a tragic way for any human being to die,” the attorney said in a statement. “The family has hired our firm to investigate the actions which resulted in the death of Ali Mohammed and all legal options on the table, including option of filing a civil lawsuit.”
But none of that will bring back the 27-year-old who, by crime or by accident or by personal recklessness, lost his life. Following a memorial for Mohammed, Aman Deka , who’d known him since 2002, left the impression the world had lost out on an extremely balanced personality. “He would flow with the mood,” Deka said, but he’d also “speak his mind.”
Our Readers Say
What color of faces do you see?
A black man is murdered in the District of Columbia, the nation's capitol
and no one is behind bars.
However, if a dog had been killed by the same 5 men, someone would be behind bars. This young man's life was snatched from him in the twinkling of an eye.
But no one is behind bars. Michael Vicks spent (19) months in prison for running a dog fighting ring. Is the message here a black man's life is less value than the life of a dog or a pack of dogs?
The amazing thing about this story is that the DC-9 has reopened. They are partying over the blood of this young man, without God or conscious or punishment. How can the DC government send out this kind of message to the citizens of the District of Columbia? How can they Councilmember Graham?
The bar is still open because it is a business, the employees of the bar were banned from working there up until recently. There is no logical reason to entirely shut down the bar. The event didn't happen in the bar and nothing about the bar has caused problems.
The people are responsible for their actions, but until they are proven guilty they can't be behind bars. And nothing about this case is black and white. The bar staff wasn't "out to kill."
There are plenty of people who get killed in DC every year who never receive justice. Shootings, hit-and-runs, etc...why does nobody dwell on or talk about these people's lives? What does 3 pages about this guy's childhood have anything to do with this case??
I don't quite get the point of your nonsensical tangent about a black man's life being worth less than dogs, but I find it difficult for ANYONE to pull the race card in this situation. Race here is irrelevant, for the sheer fact alone that three of the five men involved in restraining him were either black or Hispanic. Race was not an issue. Throwing a violent hissy fit involving bricks that could have injured an innocent bystander was an issue, and a big one. It is incredibly unfortunate that he died, but one must not lose sight of the fact that this man chose to get drunk and do drugs and then initiate an incredibly violent and dangerous situation. It is incredibly unfortunate that he died, but no one would have needed to restrain him had he not initiated violence at being denied entry to a closing club. And who knows, perhaps his body would not have given out had those substances not been in his system....
The business operations of DC-9 have no correlation with the death of Mohammed. Nothing about the business in and of itself contributed to his death aside from the employment of the suspects.
Let's not forget that Michael Vick was also spraying down injured dogs with water and electrocuting them using a car battery.
To answer your question ... then they would have called 911 and reported what happened, and the victims would be taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Police would ask for the description of the individual, so on and so forth. It is not their responsibility to chase down an individual in the street. They know it clearly that they are not responsible for a drunk man who injured their custumer!!! Not to mention they definetly regret what they did and hope they can go back and change their barbaric action ... we do the same, we wish our brother was alive today too!!!!
How about if he had a weapon and shot them all? Let us admit they got it all wrong from the beginning, they killed him!! And the Community is not letting this slide. We travel all these miles for a better opportunity, not to die in the streets BEATEN LIKE A SNAKE! We will give a lesson to anyone who would dare to make a similar barbaric action in the future ... I am confident the justice system will deliver a fair decision.
May God Bless the USA and our World!
"Looking at the facts" is exactly what you are failing to do in your response.
He threw a brick, not a rock. As for the people two people who allegedly witnessed Mohammed being beaten, their account must have been faulty as the medical examiner's report fails to corroborate the beating they said they saw.
The blood-stained asphalt you mentioned has already been proven to be a result of an unrelated incident that happened earlier that night as reported by the Washington Post in their retraction of the photo they used in their original story.
Your right about something fishy going on here, but the bad smell is not coming from the direction you think it is.
Ms.Woldeamlak paints a picture of Mr.Muhammed which would be inconsistent with him throwing a brick through a window, and its an established fact that shortly after leaving her establishment on that night he did exactly that - threw a brick through the window of DC9. And then she tries to tell us that he was sober when he did it? She can't have it both ways - either he was by nature an irrational man prone to violent outbursts, or he was drunk. Her story does not add up.
-The point is to let people know more about a man that died/was killed other then the rampant rumors circling the city
Yet somehow this article is still dwelling on the purported "victim?" There was no victim. This was just a man, who committed a crime and was then detained by 5 individuals doing their civic duty to prevent a delinquent from running rampant, who then unfortunately died.
- excuse me? This man is DEAD, let's show a little respect. He did not die of natural causes, these 5 guys whether it was all their fault or not, were in violent physical contact with him right before he died. Civicc duty my ass. He threw a brick, that was wrong, 5 guys chasing one man is no ones's civic duty.
If you really want to claim there was a victim in this situation how about the 5 men who have had their lives turned upside down because of this. Shame on you Rend Smith for continuing to try and malign the reputation of 5 innocent men by reintroducing the sensationalist allegations into this convoluted narrative.
-innocent if we're going by innocent until proven guilty. Come on, we all know they hd something to do with his death. And convoluted narrative? have you gone out and interviewed friends and family in attempt to learn more about the situation.
The bar did not reopen for weeks, and only after a hearing with ABRA and investigation by MPD.
Right, so how did they stop him? How did he get on the ground? How far did they chase him? Across a street? Couple of blows, a twisting of an arm, kicking out the legs, and pile driving down to the sidewalk or maybe bump him into an object and then down to the ground. I can see that, but that all involves touching him.
Thank you for pointing out important issues to certain individuals who dare to give thumbs down to this magnificent article. And yes we are in 2011, again, for those who tried to justify this barbaric act by accusing the victim ... and yes everything starts at home, by teaching your kids that it is OK to look different. Where Ali and I come from, you don't stand and watch people fight, and in this case, get killed ... you try to break them apart, even if you end up being injured ... we call it humanity!!! One day, a lady was walking in the street and she almost fell, but I grab her hand and "saved" her from falling (ie. I am a petite woman, but she is well built). Do you know what I was told? That I put myself at risk ... if she still fell, I would have been blamed for "contributing" to her fall? Really??? Talk about justice and humanity ... Teach your kids about diversity. Maybe, if a couple of people in the street approached the gang attacking the young victim, we wouldn't be discussing this today!!!
Sadly, some of you are trying to make the law work the way you want it ...
Be well and do good work :)
"innocent if we're going by innocent until proven guilty." What other kind of innocence do you want? That has to be one of the most inane comments I have seen regarding this whole situation. You are obviously irrationally biased if you claim there can be guilt where none has been proven.
Tierd of the hypocracy
@ Menasse: No, I'm sorry, but I don't know "what you mean". Could you please clarify for us exactly what you mean by this statement?
While I'm pretty sure you meant "hypocrisy" I think you may have unintentionally come up with a clever new term: "hypocracy"--which I guess could mean "ruled from below" or "ruled from underneath"? But who are the "below"? Criminal elements? If that's the case, then I do am tired of the hypocracy!
Supporters of the DC9 employees want to claim they were just doing their civic duty against a violent person committing felonies, while supporters of Mr. Mohammed want to say he was viciously murdered. This article actually helps us see that it was not likely either extreme.
If it's true Mr. Mohammed was having one last hurrah before going sober (which might have meant going "all-out"), that he lost track of his friends, and that he threw a brick through a window, those facts suggest he was extremely intoxicated (on alcohol or otherwise). This conclusion seems especially valid when looking at the suggestions in this article that he was not normally a big partier or aggressive person. What would make him so aggressive (and violent) on that night? Probably being in a state he is not normally in.
After getting a brick through the window, the employees pursued the person who attacked their bar, and undoubtedly used physical force to restrain him. They likely didn't viciously beat him, but it's also likely (and appears from the evidence) they did aggressively - and likely with some, at least small, acts of violence - tackle and restrain him. After having thrown the brick and being chased, and perhaps after being scared by five men grabbing him, Mr. Mohammed likely had a heart rate through the roof and, combined with a quantity of alcohol unusual for him, his heart gave up.
What this all adds up to is a series of unfortunate events. Mr. Mohammed's actions didn't mean he deserved to die (of course!); but DC9's employees' actions also didn't make them murderers.
And stop feeding bullshit about Michael Vick. M.V. never did a single thing you said that he did. It's funny! I first thought you were black at your audacity in using the name "NiggaPlz" to post your comments. I now can tell you are white by the way you phrased your hateful statement about dogs and M.V. (or an oreo negro of the untold kind). Either way, you are truly a piece of shit!
You very clearly never read any of the court documents in Michael Vick's case. The affidavits from the cooperating witnesses made very clear what he did to those animals...he wasn't just a business man like everyone portends.
Any DC native knows how drunk people can be late at night in that area.
As many of the service industry workers in DC tend to move amongst many businesses....if you go out enough you get to know quite a # of them casually and you have seen your share of late night shenanigans that Bar & Club owners have to deal with when highly intoxicated people are involved.
This accidental death was not racial in any way shape or form.
The eyewitness reports support this, the medical reports support this, hell...every properly scrutinized report about this event supports this.
I am not-white and just by looking at the facts one can ascertain that whatever was in Mohammed's system that night directly contributed to his behavior and his cardiac arrest.
It is sad that a young man's death has occurred but let's not use it as a propping up some unrelated political agenda or to settle some racial score.
Those ignoring the facts here in order to get riled up over the death of a friend may only be seeking to deal with his loss, but (as a suicide survivor I don't say this lightly) he killed himself.
It was HIS actions that lead directly to HIS death. I am not speaking of just his tossing "of rocks".
If there were evidence that he was beaten the charges would not have been lowered and then dropped, particularly in a high profile case like this were the community was in such an uproar of this so called "injustice". Having the Blind support of leaders such as Jim Graham and Marion Barry only leads one to believe that dropped charges mean little to no evidence.
It seems to me pretty sad that a man lost his life here. I also cry for my departed family, however the evidence in that case as well as this one must lead someone to believe that the only victims here are the family's of the deceased and those associated with the club itself (patrons and staff) whose lives where turned upside down in an instance and now appear to be threatened by provincial hot heads that seek retribution where there is none to be had.
Whether by accident or NOT, the death of this young man should not go unpunished. During Katrina, cops emptied their clip on a black man and put him in a burn car and the Coroner there determined it to be something ridiculous (I cant recollect what it is).
The failure in proper investigation by the cops, possible cover up of evidence and the only evidence coming from people with DIRECT interest with the DC9 club should get your black ass to ask questions.
For me, it is just another nigga dead and plenty of them die every day -- it is just the hypocrisy I cant stand.
Fu*k You hypocrites
please explain where one: this is a race thing at all, when the 'victim" started the course which would lead to his death, and the accused where a mixed group.
and two: where is there any hypocrisy is the fact that the man essentially had a heart attack at the result of his own consumption of chemicals. (there is no access to the toxicology report other than the family itself) but we know that he was intoxicated on at least booze maybe more as the condition "excited delirium associated with arrhythmogenic cardiac anomalies, alcohol intoxication..." is often associated with cocaine and pcp use (anyone recall len bias?)
So no one is charged? If i went down the street, hopped up on booze and possibly something else and attacked an establishment with large projectiles and died as a result of my own actions while being held for the police no one would be screaming "no justice" at the hands of my essential suicide. No one, black, white or other would be screaming the race card when after an investigation and medical examiner report all charges remained dropped.
Get over this race BULLSH*T. This man is responsible for his own death, and there is no one who should be held accountable.
It is sad that it happened. But you would ruin the lives of others who did other than legally restrain a perpetrator of a crime. Holding him didn't kill him, his intoxicated state did.
You are the only hypocrites in this area. Particularly those calling for "taking care of business".
the only victim is his family, he killed himself.
so what do you know?
where did you hear it?
who do you trust?
what did you see at 230am oct 15th?
are you basing your thoughts on feelings or fact?
what would you have done?
-_just a few questions to ask oneself before vilifying others.
An adrenalin rush in situations like a brick breaking a window can possibly enrage these dumb animals into over reacting. The law doesn't help either...
I suggest you become NRA members, get a republican in the white house. I promise you no high school drop out will dare to look at your face.
So it is apparent you are entirely basing this statement on zero information of the club, the people who work their or the people they employ. Good job jack-ass, calling people you don't know or probably have never seen "high school drop outs with brute strength and little intelligence" just shows that you are ignorant and have a willingness to talk about things that you obviously don't have a clue about. Really? good job generalizing an entire group of people.
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