Snidely Whiplash
06-14-2012, 01:38 AM
My mother still lives in the house I grew up in. It's in a very nice neighborhood in a very nice small city that is a major medical center. I include this to make the point that "it can happen anywhere, anytime, to anybody."
My sister and I happened to be visiting our mom at the same time. My sister had just come inside the house after trimming some shrubs along the side of the house. She went in to the bathroom to clean up so she could take mom to lunch. As she closed the shutters on the bathroom window, she saw a 20-something, powerfully-built, buck naked, black man walking quickly down the street with a white man following a little behind him in his car. The white man was talking on his cell phone.
Just then, 6 police cars with all lights flashing zoomed up from four directions and a dozen cops jumped out of the cars, surrounded the black man and took him down. They quickly subdued him, handcuffed him, and put him in the back of one of the cruisers.
With the guy securely in custody, about half of the cops were searching part of my mom's yard. I went outside, carefully staying away from the search area, identified myself, and asked what was happening.
The cop said that the black guy had apparently been aimlessly wandering through the neighborhood for a while when he suddenly took all his clothes off, ran up to the door of a house, and tried to break in. The homeowner, watching through a window, called 911.
A neighbor across the street had been working in his yard and had seen this take place. He got in his car and began following the black guy at a distance, calling 911 as he drove.
The black guy, noticing that he was being followed, ran up the driveway of the house next to my mom's, grabbed an old steel rim out of the back of a workman's pickup truck in the drive, ran over toward the white guy's car, and threw the steel rim at it.
The white guy, anticipating trouble, had already put his car in reverse and was quickly backing away. The rim narrowly missed the car and fell harmlessly to the street.
The black guy, seeing all the cops arriving, ran into my mom's side yard (right where my sister had been trimming the shrubs not 10 minutes earlier) and tried to run across the front yard to elude the cops. That's where they got him and took him into custody.
The cop said that it was obvious that the black guy was a) high on "God-knows-what"; b) completely nuts; or c) both. It took at least six of the cops to subdue him.
The good news was that no one was hurt. The better news was that within 3 minutes of receiving the first 911 call, 6 police cars and 12 cops were on the scene. The best news was that my sister had already come back into the house.
I went back inside, told my sister all that the cop had said, and asked her whether she had been carrying her CM9 while she was trimming the shrubs. (My brothers and I had been trying to convince her that she should always carry it. She's our only sister and we tend to be a little protective.) She confessed that she had not had the pistol with her. Seeing the look on my face, she quickly assured me that she would not make that mistake again.
Whatever your EDC is, never leave home (or stay at home) without it. EVER. It only takes once...
My sister and I happened to be visiting our mom at the same time. My sister had just come inside the house after trimming some shrubs along the side of the house. She went in to the bathroom to clean up so she could take mom to lunch. As she closed the shutters on the bathroom window, she saw a 20-something, powerfully-built, buck naked, black man walking quickly down the street with a white man following a little behind him in his car. The white man was talking on his cell phone.
Just then, 6 police cars with all lights flashing zoomed up from four directions and a dozen cops jumped out of the cars, surrounded the black man and took him down. They quickly subdued him, handcuffed him, and put him in the back of one of the cruisers.
With the guy securely in custody, about half of the cops were searching part of my mom's yard. I went outside, carefully staying away from the search area, identified myself, and asked what was happening.
The cop said that the black guy had apparently been aimlessly wandering through the neighborhood for a while when he suddenly took all his clothes off, ran up to the door of a house, and tried to break in. The homeowner, watching through a window, called 911.
A neighbor across the street had been working in his yard and had seen this take place. He got in his car and began following the black guy at a distance, calling 911 as he drove.
The black guy, noticing that he was being followed, ran up the driveway of the house next to my mom's, grabbed an old steel rim out of the back of a workman's pickup truck in the drive, ran over toward the white guy's car, and threw the steel rim at it.
The white guy, anticipating trouble, had already put his car in reverse and was quickly backing away. The rim narrowly missed the car and fell harmlessly to the street.
The black guy, seeing all the cops arriving, ran into my mom's side yard (right where my sister had been trimming the shrubs not 10 minutes earlier) and tried to run across the front yard to elude the cops. That's where they got him and took him into custody.
The cop said that it was obvious that the black guy was a) high on "God-knows-what"; b) completely nuts; or c) both. It took at least six of the cops to subdue him.
The good news was that no one was hurt. The better news was that within 3 minutes of receiving the first 911 call, 6 police cars and 12 cops were on the scene. The best news was that my sister had already come back into the house.
I went back inside, told my sister all that the cop had said, and asked her whether she had been carrying her CM9 while she was trimming the shrubs. (My brothers and I had been trying to convince her that she should always carry it. She's our only sister and we tend to be a little protective.) She confessed that she had not had the pistol with her. Seeing the look on my face, she quickly assured me that she would not make that mistake again.
Whatever your EDC is, never leave home (or stay at home) without it. EVER. It only takes once...