Deputy Police Commissioner Paul Browne said the shooting happened following a struggle with the suspect. He said an officer from the Special Narcotics Unit fired one time, striking 18-year-old Rahmarley Graham in the chest.
The shooting happened around 3 p.m. Thursday afternoon in the bathroom of the apartment house where Graham lived with his mother and grandmother.
Graham was rushed to Montefiore Hospital and pronounced dead. The suspect’s mother, Constance Malcolm, claims police chased her son becausehe had marijuana on him and that he was unarmed.
The suspect’s mother also said that the teen’s grandmother and 6-year-old brother were inside the house at the time of the shooting.
“In the bathroom they shot him. My 6-year-old son was there and saw everything,” Malcolm said. “I’m going to get justice.”
The NYPD’s Internal Affairs Unit is investigating the details.
what white kid gets shot up in cold blood in front of a child for having weed on them?
So, story time.
My 23-year-old cousin (who is white and grew up in an upper-middle class family) goes to school in Atlanta. I got to see him over Christmas and we were talking. Some how the subject of police came up, specifically the police in Atlanta, Georgia, where he goes to school. He said he liked it there, that this was the first place he had ever been that he actually felt the police were on his side and there to protect him. He then proceeded to tell me this “funny” story about how one night, he had just left a frat party (where he had been drinking) and was driving home at about 2 AM when he made an illegal right turn. A cop pulled him over, told him to “take it easy”, gave him a ticket for the illegal turn, and sent him on his way.
Meanwhile, in Atlanta, we have Joetavius Stafford, a 19-year-old black man shot in the back by a police officer.
We have Dwight Person, a 54-year-old black man shot during the execution of a no-knock warrant by a female police officer for making a “threatening gesture”. (Which, seriously, if some one stormed into my house without knocking with guns in their hands, I’d make a couple threatening gestures, too…)
We have Kathryn Johnston, a 92-year-old black woman who was killed when plainclothes police executed a no-knock warrant on her home. The officers got the warrant by falsely claiming they had bought cocaine at her house. After they shot her five times, they handcuffed her as she lay dying and planted marijuana in her house.
We have officer Raymond Bunn, who shot 18-year-old Corey Ward (a black man). A judge ruled it was in self-defense before the case was ever taken to trial before a jury. Officer Bunn had several claims of excessive force leveled against him in the past. From this article:
A five year veteran, this is not the first time that Officer Bunn has been accused of using unnecessary force. There are four other cases in his file in which claims have been brought. The only one of those four which resulted in any disciplinary action was the beating of Michael Jascomb during a drug arrest, and that centered on Bunn’s failure to report the use of force. Although Jascomb was suffering from a retinal hemorrhage after the incident, his claim of excessive force was dismissed.
About a week after Jascomb’s claim was dismissed, Bunn was accused of hitting Mark Norfleet in the head with his baton during an arrest. Norfleet’s claims were dismissed entirely, as were those of Joe Summers, who accused Bunn and a group of other officers of taking him into an alley and beating him.
On September 3, 2000, Bunn was involved in an altercation with Ylia Lavender, who claimed that he punched her in the face without provocation, breaking her eye socket. Lavender’s claim was dismissed due to lack of evidence, but she has since joined with the family of Corey Ward in bringing a suit against the Atlanta police. Her vision remains impaired due to the incident.
Folks, this is white privilege in action. I found all of these stories with 5 minutes and Google. I would bet my bank account there are more stories, many of them not even considered “newsworthy” because, really who cares about the death of a black person at the hands of police? They probably deserved it. (/sarcasm)
This is what racism is, folks. Racism is not black people getting to have a “Black History Month” or a PoC calling you “cracker”. Racism is a world where black and brown bodies are seen as expendable, where black and brown mothers have to fear losing their precious babies for the crime of simply existing in black or brown skin. Don’t you dare tell me that if the color of my cousin’s skin was anything other than the white it is, that the outcome of his traffic stop would have been the same.
So, seriously, fellow white folks. Quit it with the “reverse racism” whining. We are not (and will probably never be) oppressed on the same institutionalized level as PoC. We do not understand their struggles because we are queer or disabled or neurodivergent. Period. Full stop.
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”—Gary Provost (via qmsd)
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
Inspired by the brief discussion of Meredith’s lyrium idol sword earlier today, here. I couldn’t get the image of the Gallows haunted by the idol out of my head, so I wrote this up, quickly.
At first Carver thought it was his imagination. It had to be. Ghost stories were for kids and Fereldan rubes, and while he sometimes felt like both of those things, he wasn’t either anymore, damnit, and he knew better. Things didn’t move of their own accord without the application of force magic. There were no voices whispering in the chapel. Doors didn’t swing shut behind him with no one to shut them. He didn’t want to report any of the apprentices just for playing a few practical jokes, but that had to be all it was.
That was what he told himself at first. For a while, it even worked. He even believed it. Even when it made him jump, made shivers run down his spine, he told himself it was just his imagination. He could just imagine Marian’s laughter at his jumping at shadows and how it would have made his face burn like a stupid kid all over again, awkward and sputtering.
I never thought about this before, about the chaos having that lyrium idol in the Gallows would wreak on its surroundings. And now, of course, I’ve got some hauntings to add into Shadows. :)
Besides that, this is fantastic — I especially love the last two paragraphs.
I never thought about it before yesterday, either, but I find the idea eerie and kind of fascinating now that it’s lodged in my brain. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with it in Shadows. I feel like there’s so much there I didn’t get into, especially more of the inherent creepiness of it, and how it’s all stemming from Meredith even while she’s becoming ever more strict on everyone else … all of that sort of thing.
And thank you. <3 I’m glad the last two paragraphs weren’t too … on the nose, I guess? But they were the punchline, so to speak, so I wanted them to stand out. Anyway, aaah, I’m glad it worked.