I witnessed the cops roughing the hell out of a drunk homeless man when I was 13. One cop had his knee on dude's back while he was face down and another kicked him in the head when he yelled a cuss word at them. I felt bad for him at first, but I later found out he had tried to sexually assault a teen girl and didn't give a shyt afterwards.
The second I started leaving my house to play, I'd see nikkas getting their asses beat all the time.
I was actually involved in something kinda serious when I was 7. My older cousin who was like 17 at the time, was watching me and my other cousin who was 4. Her boyfriend(in his late 20's) came over to fukk her(on my mothers couch). She told me to go to my room, soon after, I heard them fukking, about 30 minutes after the fukking stopped the arguing started. Then I heard her getting her ass beat, so I ran out to try and stop him. I jumped on him and he slapped me down to the ground.(imagine a more violent version of the snoop dogg Baby Boy scene). After he slapped her up a few more times, he left. She pleaded with me not to tell. Talking that, say we were playing and both fell down bullshyt. I said okay, and the second my mom and aunt got back I told the truth. The next day, my uncles, and other cousin the babysitters brother, came to pick me up.
This was damn near 20 years ago, I'm sure the statue of limitations is up but just in case, this is and it's going in spoilers.
Anyway they all picked me up and started telling me how proud they were that I stood up for my cousin. Then they asked if I wanted to see them "handle" ole buddy, I said yes. They looked for him for hours but came up empty. Two days later my cousin( the brother) came over and got me. The second he pulls out of my moms yard, he hit the gas. 10 minutes later, I'm at a friend of the families house, in the garage. These fools grown man napped buddy, and waited for me to get there before they beat him unconscious. After that, they kept spraying him with a water hose until he woke up. When he did, my uncle(the father of both cousins) took out a blade and sliced buddies face. He handed me the blade and told me to cut the other cheek as hard as I could. I was so scared, I just froze; my uncle said it was okay, took the blade back from me handed it to my cousin and he sliced that nikka with no hesitation. They put pistols in his face and told him they would kill him, if he ever went near anyone in our family again. Then they took him away and dumped him(alive) somewhere.
and a few days after that we were at my grannies house eating thanksgiving dinner.
Ole buddy is now a dope fiend somewhere in Atlanta, I saw him about 5 years ago on Candler rd, looking like with scars still on his face.
But my first time seeing violence I was like 5 and my mamma and sis was arguing. My sis called my mom a bytch so my mom knock her upside the head with an iron. It was blood all over the walls
LOL well compared to what happened to me from age 4-6 this wasn't really shyt but I was worried about my mom though i thought she was gonna get in trouble for busting that lady upside the head.
LOL well compared to what happened to me from age 4-6 this wasn't really shyt but I was worried about my mom though i thought she was gonna get in trouble for busting that lady upside the head.
It was really easy from what I saw we had to chill for like 30-60 minutes though while she spoke to the cops. The manager and security reviewed the tapes and they saw it was their employees fault. I know for sure she was a crackhead too she was accting erratic as fukk. Heard she got put in jail too... lol that's when I learned my mom was tough... my aunt not so much.
I've saw my Mom get beaten so many times I can't even count. I was so desensitized to it at a very young age. Huge cuts, black eyes and bruises were normal to me.
My uncles too. Damn family is scrappy. I never thought anything of it until I got older, because it was just the norm. Fists, heads through windows, walls all of the time.
Probably the worst thing though, every detail of that night is vivid as hell. I was 8. I didn't see the actual violence, but the aftermath. My cousin got stabbed to death and my uncle was there (they were 21). He held him as he died. We got to the hospital and my uncle came in- he was entirely covered in blood- when the Dr. came in and told us my cousin died, my uncle ran out of the hospital and the sliding doors didn't open fast enough so he put both fists through one and it shattered. More blood obviously. My family was never the same after that.
I don't want people to get the idea that this is some sort of war story thread, that's not it at all. I made the thread because I think information like this can help people better understand each other. If you've never seen what u would consider serious violence then say that. That provides a context for people who are only familiar with crazy type childhood stories
billy saw a his father rip his step mother's foot off at age 7. those were trying times, and he would cringe every time he heard the term 'well-adjusted' until he was 22.
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) came over to fukk her(on my mothers couch
and it's going in spoilers.
) somewhere.
with scars still on his face.
