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The Day the Police Killed my Family

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

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Gustavo Razzetti
Dec 21, 2018
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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 …

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