I was in a car with my then bf years ago driving south on 19th ave in Phoenix. Saw a pickup truck with a homemade camper shell on it; on the back instead of a door it had a drop down piece that flapped over a piece that was upright, the bottom piece about 3 feet or so high and the drop down looked like 4 feet and hung over the bottom piece by a little.
There was some kind of lock on it, like a chain with a master lock and coming down from the gap between (when pushed out) was a black kids arm trying desperately to get the lock or open up the doors to get out. Was very obvious. I told my bf at the time to get up there and see who was driving to stop it and he would not. I kept saying can’t you see that kid is trapped and trying to get out? I think he was chicken and made out like I was crazy.
I made him pull over to where I could use the pay phone and called the police. I even memorized the plate and to my frustration the girl on the phone acted ho hum another nut. I really do not think she took me seriously.
A week later it came out that someone had tortured and brutally chopped up a young black boy, a kid, and left his body out in South Moutain, which can be reached by taking 19th ave south.
Still bothers me.
That kid was so close to freedom. And the parallel in your story is that the cops did NOTHING.
Now your story bothers me.
Still bothers me.
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Sheeesh... just reading that bothers me, my goodness.