Personal Narrative : My Personal Experience

The shooting occurred at the Fruitvale train station on January 1st, 2009. At the station, a fight broke out in one of the trains and when the train stopped the fight started again outside of the train at one of the stops. While they were fighting on the train the BART officers were called. The officers came and arrested everyone that was in the fight. A guy named Oscar Grant was in the fight and was also arrested (Meyer). While Grant was being arrested by Officer Mehserle, he resisted the officer’s attempts. Since Grant was resisting he was pushed onto the ground on his stomach to be handcuffed. Johannes Mehserle was having trouble handcuffing Grant so the other BART officers helped him. When Grant was on the ground Mehserle was going to tase him since he would not stop resisting. When Mehserle thought he pulled out his TASER, he instead pulled out his gun. Mehserle accidentally shot Grant with his gun since he thought he pulled out his TASER (Bulwa).

Dispatch alerted Central Pd. Officer C. M. Early about a white male 25 years old with a gunshot to the chest and abdomen. Officer Early arrived on the scene at 0630. Officer Early talked to the witness, Custodial staff Jody de Cleaner, who said that he heard popping sounds at 0620 and decided to walk over where he found the body. The EMS arrived shortly after at 0650 to transport the victim to the hospital. Ten minutes after the EMS arrived I arrived at the crime scene.

The Chicago Tribune reported that the Chicago Police Department extended their condolences to Jones’ friends and family. However, the question of why did this happen at all is being questioned. Neither victim deserved to be killed, and according to LeGrier’s father, the officer who fired his weapon, either white or hispanic with dark hair, knew he had messed up. He said that the officer yelled that the younger LeGrier was lunging at

Police say that one person cut off the other and road rage happened. Witness say that the shooter Ronald Gesser shot McKnight threw the window and into McKnight’s car. Ronald then turned himself in and was not charged at all. Police then questioned witnesses and had a warrant for his arrest. He was later arrest and was charged for manslaughter. He will have to go to court and will

The victim was taken into the Hospital for medical treatment and was pronounced deceased by Medical Staff. The victim sustained what appeared to be multiple gunshot wounds. The vehicle had multiple bullet holes in the passenger side of the vehicle. The vehicle was towed to the Fayetteville Police Department to be processed.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

We see these stories just about anywhere we are, we have modern technology to thank for that, through newspapers, news media, social media, even our own relatives. There are people in the world who have no respect for human life and are active when they kill. The only way we can bring these killers to justice if we as citizens work together with the police. In a lot of scenarios there are witnesses who see a crime take place or have some leads that will help the police solve crimes. Usually witnesses call the police and try to help the person in trouble, but this is different. When it came to the murder of Catherine Genovese, there were 38 witnesses who didn’t do a single thing to save her. If the 38 neighbors didn’t physically intervene all they could have done was call the police, simple as that. In today’s world we can no longer become helpless bystanders we must stand hand-in-hand with each

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

When the gunshot rang through my ears, I, as well as everyone around me was stunned in confusion, fear, and lack of comprehension. They looked around to see where the bullet had landed and noticed him, a man in his late forties looking down at his stomach. The hand that covered the area was stained with a thick, dark red color that coated his clothing. The crowd drew away from him as he fell to his knees, just realizing that he’d been shot and he was going to die. When he looked up at the police, they looked away, ashamed of their actions and unaware of the impact his death would have on his family, his friends.

In Montgomery County, A man was shot in Montgomery Village over a drug exchange. “Police do not think this shooting was random, (ABC7). The man was pronounced dead when police arrived. The police said, “ The victim was found dead between two cars in a parking lot” (ABC7). Another thing happened in Montgomery Village, an officer shot at a man in self-defense. The officer went to knock on this man's door to ask about a reported bike theft earlier in the day. The report says “ Tilley

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

As a child growing up, I've witnessed violence in my neighborhood and schools. I have known people who have died because of gun violence or people who made the wrong decisions and went to prison. I had witnessed a friend of mine shot and killed in June 2008. One day a group of friends and I were sitting on my step talking, and a guy rode towards us on a bike and said: “what’s up.” He continued to travel in the opposite direction of us towards the corner of my block until I heard a loud noise which startled me. At first, I taught it was a firecracker, before realizing that it was gunshots. After the loud noise, I walked towards the end of the block, and there was my friend lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood. At the age of nine, I was

John and I had been friends for years. We had both lived in Seattle, then he moved to New York because his dad found a new job opportunity. Coincidentally, my dad found a job in New York that paid better than his current job too, so we ended up moving as well. Both our dads were painters, and they had met while painting a bridge across the river in town. We lived close together in the outskirts of Seattle. Both our families were poor, and couldn’t afford good transportation and schooling. John had been 14 when I was 12, but we lived next door to each other so it was hard not to be good friends.

This story is going to be about this one halloween and it was truly terrifying for me at least. This will take place when i was about nine years old and the year was 2014. It started out as every day and it was like any normal day and it was halloween and i had to go to school so here was this big party at the end of the day and we were going to have a 5 day weekend. So everybody was excited and it was party time there was a big school party then there was a classroom party. We were just waiting for recess so that the party would start cause they scheduled the party after recess and lunch. It was only twenty minutes after rescues and our teacher took 18 minutes to take us back inside.