"The officer had gotten out of his car with his weapon drawn. He was tapping on the driver's side window with the barrel. I opened the door to get out, as I was getting out, I was asking what the problem was. I didn't get the whole sentence out before . POW, right in my nose. My knees buckled, I was going down. While I was on the ground I heard him asking, "where's the dope nigger, I know you rich boys come back to the hood to supply your buddies with the goods. Where is it?" I looked up and said, "I don't sell or have any . BAM, he kicked me right smack in my stomach. I could smell the bile come out of my mouth as I threw up everywhere. I looked at the other officer, and he was standing there frozen, as if he was gonna get his ass whipped. I decided I was going to stand up. There was gonna be no Rodney King incidents. I stood up and faced him, he struck me again, this time I held my ground, I was not going down. I could see all the neighbors gathering on the sidewalks, I got even stronger. When the officer noticed the crowd, he left to get in his cruiser. His partner was still standing there frozen; he had to blow the horn for him to get in. When they left, I jumped in my car and sped away."