Posted on 08/11/2020 9:06:11 AM PDT by BenLurkin
The 8-year-old boy slumps so far into his seat that the police officer’s body-camera footage only captures the top of his head.
“You know where you’re going? You’re going to jail,” the Key West police officer says in the video.
The officer then instructs him to stand up and place his hands on a metal cabinet in the hallway of his elementary school for a pat-down. Quivering with tears, the boy puts his hands behind his back, but his wrists are so slight that the handcuffs keep slipping off.
Abandoning the cuffs, the officer tells the boy to put his hands in front of him as they escort him to the police car parked outside.
Police said the incident began when a teacher noticed the boy was sitting improperly at a lunch table. When the teacher asked him to sit next to her, she said he refused, saying, “Don’t put your hands on me.”
The report said the teacher took the boy on a walk, during which he allegedly cursed at her and punched her. She then took him to the office, where Officer Michael Malgrat, who wrote the report, said the boy “had his hands clenched into fists and he was postured as if he was ready to fight.”
Crump said the boy had emotional and behavioral disabilities that were neglected during the incident. Despite having an individualized educational program, the school placed him with a substitute teacher “who had no awareness or concern about his needs,” Crump said in a news release. Crump alleged the teacher “escalated the situation by using her hands to forcibly move him."
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Thanks Pearls. That dude is corrupt!
This story is in the news now because Crump brought it up. It sounds like he might be representing the family in a lawsuit.
Like that.
The requirement was for immediate eviction. I had seen the kid do it and went up to the unit to investigate. It was occupied by a preacher and his wife from Atlanta and a group of 6 8-9 y.o. boys who were a guidance project for the church, boys form the ghetto who had showed academic promise and needed guidance to keep them in school and out of jail. Had they been evicted the rocketeer would have been kicked out of the program. The police were called to do the eviction and the officer who showed up was one I knew and I asked him if he could impress the kid . I knew him to be a pretty good actor and he put on a good performance impressing the boy that his action was not civilized and jeopardized his future. He rode him to the substation with preacher accompanied. Paper work was done and the boy had to sign things. He was released with solemnity to the custody of the preacher and returned to the resort. The manager at the resort determined that an eviction did not have to be done and the group completed their vacation which was a reward for a year of good behaviour and good grades. A year later the preacher was back with his family and I met him again. He said the boy had not got into any further trouble. That paperwork at the station was show-only and went into the trash.
PS. The officer a couple of months later got shot to death in a traffic stop right in front of the same condo by a punk on the run from Indiana.
Good advice. Boys are easy to raise. Once they can understand, all you need is a stern tone of voice and a threatening look. It's so simple. But, you have to start when they're smaller than you are.
Yup. Small better. I disciplined one of my many grandchildren age 4 when he was screaming in a department store. Took him outside, gave him little swat, lecture. Went back in, he did it again. Back out again and told him we would be doing this as many times as he screamed in store.
Twenty years later, he told me he remembered that and thinking that thought grandmothers were supposed to be nice. I said, I was being nice. I did not want you to grow up to be an axx appeture. He laughed.
Heck, in my day, that was a more commonplace thing, often done with a parent’s consent for a kid who was in danger of going down the wrong path.
And I don’t disagree with it. I had one occasion where a police officer in a cruiser was suspicious that I might have been monkeying around doing things I shouldn’t (probably at age 8 or 9 I think) and after questioning me, he offered to give me a ride home. (I was a couple of miles from home)
When I declined, he insisted, and I got a ride home, no big deal, he let me out of the car with a big smile, and I got out wondering if my parents had seen me, which they didn’t. But it wasn’t a big deal, and I rationalized that he was just being nice giving me a ride home.
I look at this all these years later...and I don’t remember, but I probably WAS doing something stupid, throwing rocks at an abandoned wreck of a house or something, and this was likely the cop’s friendly way of trying to ensure my parents knew that I had attracted the attention of the police, even in an ostensibly friendly way.
But I never told my parents, but I did hear them say one time to one of my siblings that if they came home in the back of a squad car, there was going to be Hell to pay!
Heh, one time when I was in second grade at Green Acres Elementary School (near where George Mason University is now...this was when it was under construction) I got a really bad report card, and tried to forge my father’s signature on it. I was using one of those fat pencils you use to write on that rough yellow paper that had alternating rows of thicker dark lines with a dotted red line between them to help you form your cursive handwriting, so...you can imagine that my effort was pretty pathetic and an adult would see through it immediately.
When she saw it, the teacher made me stand in front of the class, and told the entire class that I had tried to forge my parent’s signature. She said “This is called Forgery. It is a criminal act. People go to JAIL for doing this!” (as I stood arms dangling by my side head down in shame)
Times were different back then, that is for sure.
I still haven’t gone to the web site to find out the story with this. I wouldn’t countenance that if the kid just balled his fists, but...if he said something like “I’m going to get a gun and kill you” well, it seems like no kid nowadays would be too young to say that.
Sadly.
Wow, he remembered that day. :-) You’re right, you were being nice by disciplining him. It was the most loving thing you could do.
Sounds like the substitute teacher was not briefed on this problem, special, what ever...child. She treated him like she would a normally misbehaving kid, thereby creating the incident that can now be twisted into something useful politically.
Thank you...I very much appreciate that analysis. I was trying at all costs to avoid visiting the site...:)
My son, a few weeks after he turned 24, called me and started listing all the things I made him do. “You made me do my homework the moment I came home.” You made me do my own laundry” “You made me....etc.”
He was in school in the UK and I’m thinking I’m gonna hang up on you.
All of a sudden he said “Mom, you taught me discipline.” “I could do what I do now if you hadn’t taught me that.” “Thank you.”
I asked him “What did you think I was doing?” He replied “I thought you were being mean.”
Several months later I was taking to a millennial I work with and the he told me he called his mom to say thank you. I asked him “When did you turn 24?” He looked shocked and said “2 weeks ago. How did you know?”
I (and you) look at parenting is not about being your kid’s friend.
Now, that is joining the “system” at a young age!
I was sent to the office, once, because I stepped out of line and got a drink of water from the wall fountain. This led to a life of crime.
Actually, I straightened out, sorta....
Beautiful story about kids. We may be dinosaur but you are right about we should not be kids friend. Parent is our job. Letting them hate us and not being afraid is hard, but oh well. Thanks.
Thanks. Icing on that cake. That same grandchild has 4 younger siblings. The last two are spoiled by tired parents. Oldest griping about them and said he sure wished I had been able to have them as much as I had him and the story would be very different. Indeed it would. Love kids, but demand good behavior.
God have mercy on your soul if you ever have a child or grandchild or nephew, etc with such problems....its quite the burden for the parents and rest of the family....
prayers are in order, not making fun of kids that aren't right in the head...
Yes, indeed. I do understand the tiredness, though. Many parents are overworked and overwhelmed.
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