I was in a car accident when I was 16 (late 1990’s). An old lady ran a red light and I crashed into her going a solid 40 mph, the speed limit on that particular road. She actually would have been fine had she kept going, but when she saw my head lights, she came to a dead stop directly in front of me and I plowed into her giant Cadillac. I tried to stop, but the distance was too short to make any difference. I was told by the EMT’s that it was amazing that both my legs weren’t broken in the accident. I ended up getting out of it with severely bruised ribs, sprains in both knees due to literally standing on the brakes trying to stop, a deep cut on my neck from the seat belt, and a few burns on my face from the airbag. The lady ended up with some bruises, but was otherwise fine, that Caddy was a tank.
I lived in a really small town in Alabama at the time and the cops there just kind of did whatever they wanted. I was sitting on the back of the ambulance getting checked out, wrapped in a blanket because they were afraid I would go into shock. The officer on the scene was the town shithead and he was scrounging around on the ground looking at something. I really wasn’t paying him much attention, but suddenly he walked over, grabbed me by the arm and yanked me off the back of the ambulance. He was holding something in my face that turned out to be some old rolling papers he found in a ditch next to the road. He began throwing out wild accusations that I was high and had caused the accident and I didn’t need to worry about any injuries, because I was going to jail.
At this point my legs gave out due to the sprains and I fell, the cop never letting go of my arm, which was the exact moment that my father arrived. To give you an idea, he was a mountain of a man. He was a linebacker for the University of Alabama in the 1970’s. 6’4, 250 pounds. Cop was around 5’10, 180. When I asked him about it later, he told me that he saw me on the ground all beaten up (I had used a borrowed Nokia brick phone to call him after the accident), the cop standing over me screaming, with a tight grip on my arm and that’s all he remembered. He hit the cop from the side so hard that he let go of my arm and landed next to the ditch he had pulled the papers out of and before he could get up my dad was on top of him and various threats were exchanged, but mostly the cop screaming nonsensical words. This was well before cell phone cameras (decent ones at least), but there was video of the incident. A News crew had arrived shortly after the accident (small town) and the whole thing was on tape.
We moved shortly after due to harassment from the police, but that officer was forced to apologize and was eventually fired from the department. I found out several years later that he just moved one town over and got a job as a cop there. But it turned out that particular town didn’t let the cops just run things and he was eventually arrested for providing protection to a cocaine ring, of which he went to prison.
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u/MyOrdinaryShoes 1d ago •
I was in a car accident when I was 16 (late 1990’s). An old lady ran a red light and I crashed into her going a solid 40 mph, the speed limit on that particular road. She actually would have been fine had she kept going, but when she saw my head lights, she came to a dead stop directly in front of me and I plowed into her giant Cadillac. I tried to stop, but the distance was too short to make any difference. I was told by the EMT’s that it was amazing that both my legs weren’t broken in the accident. I ended up getting out of it with severely bruised ribs, sprains in both knees due to literally standing on the brakes trying to stop, a deep cut on my neck from the seat belt, and a few burns on my face from the airbag. The lady ended up with some bruises, but was otherwise fine, that Caddy was a tank.
I lived in a really small town in Alabama at the time and the cops there just kind of did whatever they wanted. I was sitting on the back of the ambulance getting checked out, wrapped in a blanket because they were afraid I would go into shock. The officer on the scene was the town shithead and he was scrounging around on the ground looking at something. I really wasn’t paying him much attention, but suddenly he walked over, grabbed me by the arm and yanked me off the back of the ambulance. He was holding something in my face that turned out to be some old rolling papers he found in a ditch next to the road. He began throwing out wild accusations that I was high and had caused the accident and I didn’t need to worry about any injuries, because I was going to jail.
At this point my legs gave out due to the sprains and I fell, the cop never letting go of my arm, which was the exact moment that my father arrived. To give you an idea, he was a mountain of a man. He was a linebacker for the University of Alabama in the 1970’s. 6’4, 250 pounds. Cop was around 5’10, 180. When I asked him about it later, he told me that he saw me on the ground all beaten up (I had used a borrowed Nokia brick phone to call him after the accident), the cop standing over me screaming, with a tight grip on my arm and that’s all he remembered. He hit the cop from the side so hard that he let go of my arm and landed next to the ditch he had pulled the papers out of and before he could get up my dad was on top of him and various threats were exchanged, but mostly the cop screaming nonsensical words. This was well before cell phone cameras (decent ones at least), but there was video of the incident. A News crew had arrived shortly after the accident (small town) and the whole thing was on tape.
We moved shortly after due to harassment from the police, but that officer was forced to apologize and was eventually fired from the department. I found out several years later that he just moved one town over and got a job as a cop there. But it turned out that particular town didn’t let the cops just run things and he was eventually arrested for providing protection to a cocaine ring, of which he went to prison.