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I was 12

the first time I was ever held at gun point

I was 12.

It was the first summer I got to work with my older brothers moving company on a move job. Getting to go do real work at that time I felt honored. It made me feel like I was a grown up. Being able to keep up with the men working when you are a boy is a big deal at that age.

That day we were working in the park cities, highland park area. The cops rolled up and jumped out of their cars with their guns pointed at us as we were taking furniture into the house.

I remember watching this one skinny young cops gun shaking so violently, it seem to almost blur, as he trembled in fear looking right at me, but not seeing me. A 5 foot 5 inch 116 pounds 12 year old kid. As I stood there, holding my end of the sofa, halfway down the ramp. He was going to shoot me.

Then cool as cool can be the owner of the house strolls outside, and it goes without saying he is white, and he is pissed off. So, he begins to interrogate the cops, asking the most sarcastic questions. like

Why can’t you tell the difference between someone putting furniture into a house ie moving into to it and some one breaking into a house to rob it ie you take things out? I understand that persons in your peculiar vocation can find it difficult to tell the difference. So, as the owner of this private property let me help you boys out here. It is the exact opposite of what these gentlemen are doing. They are literally taking things out of the trucks and into an empty house. Do you understand? This is called how we move into a house.

He talked to those cops like they were the biggest, stupidest fucking idiotic, lead paint eating children he had ever seen. maybe they were but it worked. He got their undivided attention and he saved my life. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he was trying too save me or anybody else, he was just a half drunk rich white boy with zero fucks left to give, but this, this was his finest hour. He was in that glorious moment and forever my hero.

I was 12.