On February 3, 2019, my son was shot four times in his chest by a Wilmington police officer. He’s a survivor, thank God. The police officer has been charged. His charges are, as of now, falsifying evidence and misconduct. We as a family feel as though he should be accountable for all his actions.
On April 21, 2012, Archie was a victim of police brutality. The officer shot and killed an unarmed young black man running.
Three officers testified that Archie didn’t have a weapon in his hands; in fact, he had climbed on top of a six-foot fence. Archie wasn’t a threat to anyone at the point when the officers opened fire on him.
The 14th amendment states that “nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty or property, without due process of the law.” Archie had the right to live.
Archie ran to save his life. The officers should have maintained an active line of communication; this act would have saved my son’s life. The communication with the officers was nonexistent; No officer said, “don’t shoot,” “ceasefire,” or “he does not have a weapon.”
Nothing—no warning to the other officers that were on the scene. An officer at a distance testified that he shot Archie off the top of the fence. The officers failed to serve and protect my son’s life. This was police brutality and a wrongful death.There were no convictions or accountability for the officer or officers involved. Archie was denied the right to live.
We were served injustice.
A man on probation for child molestation made an appointment to see his counselor and his probation officer. On the morning of April 28, 1997, that meeting took place. About 30 minutes into the meeting, all three men were dead. The probationer shot and killed the probation officer, the counselor, then himself. The counselor was my brother Steve.
Steve had a Masters in Social Work and was highly respected in his profession. He specialized in working with both victims and perpetrators of sexual abuse. But his profession was not his life. He left behind his wife and a 13-year-old daughter, who was his world. My sister and I lost our big brother, and our parents lost their only son and firstborn child. Steve loved playing guitar, camping, running, reading and his dog. He also enjoyed skeet and trap shooting with our dad. Steve was truly one of the good guys. My heart will hurt forever.
The police had my 70-pound son in a seated restraint, with no use of his hands, arms, legs. The 200-plus-pound officer had a gun in a holster on his hip, which went off unexpectedly. The gun was pressed up against my son’s leg and left a friction burn. The bullet landed less than two feet from all of my three young children. My home became a crime scene, and we were denied access for days.
Unsurprisingly the town found itself, the gun and the officer innocent after investigating themselves. No changes have been made as a result of this incident. Any or all of my children could have died that day. We now naturally have a distrust of law enforcement. My son still talks about the gun going off and it’s been 1.5 years and constant therapy at a school designed to cater to trauma. My other children didn’t even want to attend school afterward, as they were so scared still. This event has injured my family deeply.
Peter was a motor cop, and during an attempted traffic stop, he was shot in the head. He survived the incident but has suffered a traumatic brain injury. He has many difficulties with frontal lobe actions and behaviors. He suffers from seizures, along with many other executive function inabilities. He continues with ongoing therapy. He cannot drive or be employed. He is reminded every single time he takes a fistful of medication how this senseless act has changed his life and the lives of his loved ones.
On October 2, 1976, Officer Ralph Miller and I (police officers with the Manchester, New Hampshire, police department) answered a domestic disturbance call. As we approached the residence in question, we were ambushed, and Officer Miller was mortally wounded. The perpetrator, who was a juvenile, used a rifle to perpetrate this egregious act.