The unTruth

         Brown finished looking at the text message on his phone and replied to his buddy that he would to stop on over and they would hang out and find something to do on the hot summer day.  Mike Brown just met his new friend a couple of months ago. Dorian was legit, he was from a tough neighborhood and he was exposed to violence at a young age. But Mike didn't like him for that. What Mike appreciated about Dorian is that even though he grew up hard and was even shot once, he got his life together and was going to college. Mike respected that and looked up to Dorian. Mike was starting college himself in a few days and wasn't sure what to expect. But his friendship with Dorian put some of his concerns at ease, Dorian was more than a friend, he was a mentor to Mike.

            In the neighborhood he was known as “Big Mike” because of his size. Standing at six feet four inches and three hundred pounds, “Big” was somewhat of an understatement. But Mike didn't use his size to bully or beat anyone; for the most part he was a “gentle giant”. Mike loved his family and was well liked in school and everyone was proud of him for being accepted into a local college. Mike wasn't perfect, but he was far from a career criminal and he was on his way to bettering himself. It was somewhat scary for Mike in the direction his life was going, not many in his family have been to college and many didn't even graduate high school. For that reason Mike was glad he met Dorian who had been through so much worse and was still able to better himself. Having a friend like Dorian that had experienced so much and still straightened himself out gave Mike confidence he could do it also. And hanging out with Dorian was always fun, Dorian had “street-cred” that made him real. Dorian wasn't some punk pretending to be an “OG” that actually grew up in the suburbs somewhere. Dorian had the bullet scar to prove it – and he had the perseverance to overcome these life obstacles that statistically were greatly against him.

            Mike met Dorian outside of his place, the two exchanged handshakes and talked a bit about what they wanted to do. They both enjoyed smoking marijuana and they talked about getting some cigarillos to make a blunt to smoke. They decided to stop at a nearby convenience store that was along the way back to Mike’s house where they were going to hang out and play video games and listen to music and convince his Grandma to make some food for them later. It would be a good way to relax before they both started college up the following week. Mike had one blunt left so they smoked it along the way and soon both were getting goofy and joking around on their way to the store.

            On their way in to the store Dorian told Mike he was low on money and wasn't sure if he had enough on him to buy the cigarillos. Mike told him not to worry and he would take care of it. Mike was eighteen years old, granted he is legally an adult, but, like a lot of young people he was still prone to do dumb things sometimes. Mike decided to just grab a couple packs of cigarillos and proceeded to casually walk out. Dorian freaked out, he didn't survive a bullet wound and put all the work into turning his life around just to blow it all on doing something stupid like this. Dorian felt his heart race, he knew there were cameras in the store and he saw that the store worker witnessed Mike blatantly grab the cigarillos without planning on paying.

            Mike looked over at Dorian and gave a sly smile but then the store worker approached him and stood in his way demanding he hand over the stolen cigarillos. Mike was surprised that the store worker who was a lot smaller than him had actually stood up and confronted him. Mike wasn't violent but he had in the past used his size to his advantage. A couple times before in his life he would pick things up that weren't his and walk off casually with the items and most the time no one confronted him. He never used a weapon or beat anyone; he would just ignore them if they said anything and walk away. He didn't use a weapon (in his mind) and never hurt anyone so he didn't think much about it. But this store worker wasn't having any of it. He got in Mike’s face and wouldn't get out of the way. Mike told the store worker to get the hell out of his way and pushed him aside. The worker stumbled a bit and yelled at Mike that he was going to call the police.

            Dorian was scared. But for some reason whether it was the ignorance of youth, or they were high on weed, Mike wasn't taking this seriously and kept telling him to relax and nothing was going to happen. Dorian didn't have a good feeling at all about this and no amount of assurance from Mike eased his fears.

            Big Mike wasn't getting it. He wasn't sure why Dorian was freaking out so much. It was just some cigarillos. Mike was confused. He thought the way he took the cigarillos would impress Dorian. But it did the opposite. Dorian wasn't impressed at all and expressed his displeasure with Mike’s actions. Mike told Dorian to chill the hell out and everything would be OK.

            But everything wouldn't be OK… The store worker did indeed report the crime to the police. But the police SUV that approached them wasn't there to arrest them for that.

            Officer Wilson was pretty much the average white, male, cop. He was married and soon to be expecting their first child. Officer Wilson just received a call over the radio to respond to a mother in distress with an infant. He confirmed he had accepted the call and sped his SUV up down the road towards the destination when he came upon two black males walking in the middle of the street. Wilson had to brake to avoid hitting them and swore to himself, why the hell do black people walk in the middle of the street all the time?

            Dorian noticed Officer Wilson and wasn't sure what to do next. He wanted to run but he figured he couldn't leave his friend behind and after all he didn't steal the cigarillos and he was actually against Mike from doing what he did. Dorian was relieved when he heard the officer roll down his window and ask them why they are not using the sidewalks. Dorian responded as non-confrontational as he could that they were almost at their destination and were just crossing the street.

Officer Wilson told them both the get the fuck on the sidewalk. Mike told Officer Wilson he didn't give a fuck what he had to say. Dorian felt his heart race again.

Officer Wilson felt his blood race to his head when he heard the one bigger black male tell him to fuck off. Who the fuck does this stupid nigger think he is? Wilson put his anger to the front of his thought process, he wasn't even thinking about the previous call he was traveling to. Wilson was fed up with the general attitude of this black thug culture. He was going to teach this nigger respect. Without thinking of the safety of bystanders or the two black thugs, he slammed his SUV into reverse and drove up to the two within inches of hitting them. Wilson was yelling at the men asking them what they just said, he tried opening his door and but due to the close proximity to the two men his door didn't open all the way and was blocked unintentionally by Mike. Wilson became infuriated.

Mike and Dorian were startled and jumped back when the SUV door banged into them. Officer Wilson thought they were trying to get away so he grabbed onto Mike. Officer Wilson grabbed Mike’s right arm with his left hand and his right arm reached around Mike’s neck. Officer Wilson could feel Mike try to struggle free so he strengthened his hold on Mike pulling him into his SUV.

Officer Wilson was a big man himself standing over six feet and over two hundred pounds. He lifted weights and had police combat training but he soon found himself not able to overpower Mike who was bigger, heavier, and was outside the SUV door. Dorian wasn't sure what to do next. He wasn't going to intervene but he couldn't just run away leaving his friend. Mike couldn't get away completely, Officer Wilson wouldn't let go of Mike’s arm. Mike looked at Dorian and handed the cigarillos to him and then punched Officer Wilson in the face along his jaw in an attempt to break Officer Wilson’s hold.

Officer Wilson’s anger soon changed to fear when he felt the first punch land. This wasn't going the way Officer Wilson wanted it to. This young black man didn't respond to his commands the way a nigger should obey the police. But he wasn't letting this mother-fucker go. Officer Wilson started reaching for his side arm and yelled at Mike he was going to shoot him if he didn't stop.

Mike yelled back calling Officer Wilson a pussy because he was resorting to his gun. This wasn't an officer arresting a suspect it was a brawl between two angry and scared men, and one of these men had a handgun and the law to hide behind. Officer Wilson let off two shots, the first one blew Mikes thumb almost completely off and Wilson didn't even see what he was aiming at for the second shot. Glass shattered and blood sprayed everywhere and Mike was finally free to escape Officer Wilson’s hold. Dorian was familiar to this scene of violence and didn't want anything to do with it and took cover behind a car he didn't want to get hit by Officer Wilson’s stray bullets. Dorian’s mind raced, he wasn't sure what to do. Who do you call when you need help from the police?

Big Mike took off running behind the police SUV, he made eye contact with Dorian and told him to get running. Officer Wilson got out of the SUV yelling at Mike to stop and get down while at the same time he let loose more rounds from his sidearm. Dorian ducked behind the car because of the wild shooting from Officer Wilson. Dorian could see Mike still and it looked like he got grazed possibly by one of the bullets. Mike stopped running and turned around. Officer Wilson was advancing with his weapon aimed at Mike, he kept yelling at Mike to stop and get down. Mike attempted to raise his hands but Dorian could see Mike was in excruciating pain. Dorian had been shot before and knew all too well how painful it felt. Mike had his right thumb blown off from a bullet and was holding it close to his body as most people do with painful injuries. Mike was moaning in pain while trying to keep his hands up and get down to the ground as Officer Wilson was instructing him to do but with the injury to his right hand it was an impossible order to comply with.

Mike was scared he had never been shot before. The pain felt like a hot fiery razor cut his thumb off, and now as he cradled it close to his body in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. It was throbbing fast keeping pace with his heartbeat. He wanted this to stop, he wanted his mom, and he wanted to live. He was struggling to keep his hands up; it was difficult due to the gunshot wound on his right hand. He started to get down to the ground which was made even more difficult because he was woozy from bleeding profusely from the gruesome hand wound. He was a very large man, he stumbled forward a bit as he was trying to get down to the ground with only one hand to help stabilize him. He had to hold his right hand close to his body because due to the wound he wouldn't be able to use it to help support himself while he was lowering himself down to the ground.

Officer Wilson wasn't finished yet. It wasn't going to end with Mike being hand-cuffed and taken to jail. Officer Derek Wilson decided to unload the rest of his hand gun’s clip into Michael Brown. Officer Derek Wilson murdered two people that day, he murdered Michael Brown, and he murdered his own humanity that day and left it face down in a pool of blood in the middle of a sun baked street in Ferguson, Missouri.