As a fifteen-year-old, I saw the police as spooky. I recall a time when we sat in the park across from the police station and what we call the paddy wagon would bring some young men in and they would open the back door and we would watch the young men be beaten and hear them scream. Then they were dropped off in an alley sometime at least in my mind never to be heard of again.
- Subject Matter: abstract landscape
- Created: March 20, 2020
- Collections: Chapter 5 - The Activist