Thank you BRPD, EBRSO

Personally, I would just like to send a note of thanks to the Baton Rouge Police Department and East Baton Rouge Sheriff’s Office for their congeniality offered to me exactly one week ago.
It was on the night of Feb. 7 that I was pulled over by one of Baton Rouge’s finest and arrested. But not before being ordered by a white policeman accompanied by an attack dog who told me to walk backwards into the middle of St. Louis Street and get on my knees.
Since I was by myself and possessed no weapon, it only seemed natural that at least eight officers (who all happened to be white) yield firearms and point them at me, while I knelt on the ground with handcuffs so tight that my shoulders are still sore and my wrists are still bruised today.
Thank you, to the arresting officer who said, “I have to find a PC (probable cause) for this (expletive), so this paperwork can go through,” while I waited chained to a bench at the Highland Road substation.
Thanks to the receiving deputy at the Parish Prison who blew me off and neglected to find help after a medic told him about the injuries sustained to my wrists. And thanks to the deputy who hollered at me and continuously grabbed my wrists and lowered my hands repetitiously while fingerprinting me.
And thanks to the sergeant who, after I was allowed to bond myself out of jail, told me to “- get my ass back in the cell,” because the authorizing judge didn’t run his jail.
But most of all, thank all of you for not knowing with whom you were dealing with.
Because although I am traumatized, bitter, scared, angry and nervous, I am coherent and rational enough to know that this event will not go forgotten or unaddressed.
To the black citizens out there, not every officer is like the aforementioned and the charges I received have and will be rectified.
But the memories of Feb. 7, 2006 will never cede from my mind. And I intend for it to ring like bells in the minds of the people who did this to me.