The Last African Amerik.k.k.an Slave

However, the homicide detectives became restless, and then went completely out of their minds, trying to pen me, on a murder that I did not commit, by obviously attempting to murder me, inside of my own home, then trying to justify their shooting me to death, by saying that I knew, that I was being watched by them, and that I simply cracked under the pressure, of their ivestigative tactics, and reached for a gun or something, after they killed me. Concealing the facts, that they illegally used means of force, to gain entrance, into my apartment, without a search warrant or an arrest warrant, being granted, by a judge, allowing the search of my residence or my arrest.

When, after they knocked on my front door, and awoke me, from out of my sleep. I went to answer the knock, on the front door. And, upon my opening of it, and asking, "what do you guys want"? The Mexican, homicide detective, namely Torres, drew for his weapon, and synchronously, reached out with his other hand, and attempted to forcefully push his way in, through my front door.

Now, with the fact in mind, that their senior homicide detective, had already wuestioned me, and confirmed my whereabouts at the time, that the murder, that these other homicide dedectives, were sweating me about and that they weren't armed with a search warrant. I was immediately able to recognize, that they were there to murder me. Therefore, I swiftly attempted to slam the door shut, and at that time, his Caucasian partner, began to assist him, in his attempt to force his way into my apartment, by pushing in on my front door with both of his hands. However, by the grace of God, I was able to overpower, the both of them. Because, I got a jump on them, in my successful attempt to to close the door on them. When, I noticed that the Mexican detective, was reaching for his weapon, instead of having it already drawn on me, like any other officer would have, if they were there on official law enforcement business, and armed with legitimate means, to either search my place of residence or arrest me.

Anyways, once i got the door shut, I also locked the chain on the door. Then, I opened up the front window, and said, "do you motherfuckers have a search warrant"? And, neither one of them responded, so I said, "fuck yall"! Then, they started yeling out loud, "we know that you killed that store clerk, in Stratford"! So loud, that the whole block could hear them.

Now, from the point, that I managed to finally slam my door shut, my next door neighbor, whom is a Caucasian male, eyewitnessed the events that traspired afterwords, from his living room, as he secretly peeked through the curtains, as I was questioning the detectives, as to if they, possessed a warrant.

Whereupon, I found that they did not; and, it was actually a forceable forced entrance into my place of residence. Obviously, in order to kill me. As means to lessen the outrageous in their minds. Monutary demands made in my federal civil-RIGHTS violations lawsuit complaints. In which I was forced to FILE well over one-hundred separate claims against this particular COUNTY.