Since he's going to prison for defending himself anyway, it's really too bad he didn't take care of the two a-holes in the illegally parked car as well.
Read on.
I live in Alabama, and black women are the prime offenders I see parking in handicapped spots. You'll watch them do it with no tag, placard, or any other legal indicator that they're physically disabled, they know they're being watched, and they parade past you, strutting like a peacock. Say one word to them, and they'll whip out the ol' handy-dandy race card on you. The convenient 'get out of everything free' card. I know it's not a felony; and cops generally don't seek out and write citations for minor parking violations unless they're a metropolitan meter maid, but it leaves me seething. They know full damn well that they're parking there illegally out of laziness or personal convenience, and rudely blocking a spot reserved for people with some form of physical disability. The most enforcement you're going to realistically get is to key their car door when you walk past.
Now, why am I venting spleen over this? Because I am handicapped and have mobility issues. All of my vehicles have handicap placards. One of the stipulations required to get them is a certification from your doctor that you are physically unable to walk more than 100 feet unaided without having to stop and briefly rest. My legs are shot from diabetes and staph. Neuroapathy, circulatory damage, edema, the whole enchilada. He's trying to push a walker on me now to use at home. I told him I'm not using anything that scoots along the floor with tennis balls or wheels on it. So, he's allowing me to use a walking stick. Or, 'pimp stick', as he calls them. Anything to maintain my balance, and not fall and break another bone. So, if I go to Walmart on a busy day and there's no place to park but the bottom of the lot because some feral warthog didn't want to walk more than thirty feet to use her government cheese card, I'm running the risk of possibly tripping and breaking my ass because I don't have the muscle strength or even feeling in most of my feet. I cracked a kneecap in March tripping over my own feet, and have been sent to radiology two other times in the last year for various fractures and torn muscles. Doing a faceplant in the middle of an asphalt parking lot is a bad situation because it takes me five minutes to get off the floor without a spotter now. That parking spot by the door reserved for me would have made the difference if Bertha or Chiquita or Noxzema didn't feel so entitled. Any suggestions on how to apply boot to fat ass would gratefully entertained.
End of rant.