The Day the Police Killed my Family

Who protects us from those who are meant to protect us?

Who protects us from those who are meant to protect us?

This is not a funny story — Pic by Spenser / Unsplash

“I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi

I’ve been thinking about this story for months now. I thought it was over — that I had been able to overcome the pain. However, I kept avoiding writing about it. Clearly, I was still grieving.

So, here are I am. Facing the white screen. Confronting one of the saddest moments in my life.

I was in our bedroom checking some stuff, before starting to cook dinner. I suddenly heard some strange voices in the house. Everything happened so fast. The moment I stood up to check out, the door abruptly opened — all I could see was an intense, bright white light.

“On the ground, now!” — the order came from nowhere.

It felt familiar though. Like a cliché movie scene, a squad of armed policemen was telling me to surrender. I asked what was going on, but the assault …