PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE POLICE. WELCOME TO OUR WORLD.

YOUNG LYNEL

I had just turned fifteen and was spending Christmas Holiday at my father’s. He and I went out for a ride, he said that he had to go downtown. We arrived where we were going and got out of the car. My father told me he would be right back… and as I was waiting, I noticed that the people in the neighborhood were very strange. I wondered what my father was doing here. What I didn’t know was that I was in the biggest heroin district in San Francisco. There was only one thing I wanted at that moment and that was to get out of there. I wondered what was keeping my dad. The next thing I know, my father walks up and tells me to hold these bags he was carrying. I didn’t know it, but the cops were after him and he’d decided to drop his drugs on me… I now had in my possession seven bags of heroin… My father had dropped his drugs on me so he wouldn’t get caught. I looked up and there was a cop approaching me. I had no idea what to do with this stuff. I used to watch that show “The Streets of San Francisco”. I tried to remember what the pimps did when they were caught with their drugs.

LYNEL BACKS UP AS HE MIMES TOSSING THE SEVEN SMALL BALLOON BAGS OF HEROIN INTO HIS MOUTH

The Cop approached me and asked me what I was doing on the corner.

YOUNG LYNEL

(garbled)

Nothin’.

LYNEL/COP

‘What’ve you got in your mouth?’

YOUNG LYNEL

(still garbled)

Nothin’.

LYNEL SWALLOWS. HE STOPS WITH HIS BACK AGAINST THE UPSTAGE WALL. HE WALKS DOWNSTAGE, HIS WRISTS ‘CUFFED’ BEHIND HIS BACK.

I wondered why I had risked my life for this man. They took me down to the Station House. The cop kept telling me, ‘Son, don’t you know if one of those balloons pop in your stomach, it could kill you?’

 

LYNEL (Cont’d)

I realized my father had risked my life to save his own. I felt like one of his ‘Whores’, his ‘bitches’… When we got to the Precinct House, I told the officer… ‘My father did this to me, he dropped his drugs on me.’ My father had tried to kill me. They went back to the area that they found me and they found my father and they beat the hell out of him. They dragged him back to the police station and while I was sitting in the holding cell, I could hear him screaming and calling my name.

LYNEL/DADDY

“Lynel! Lynel! They beat your Daddy, Lynel! They beat your Daddy”… and I could not answer that man in that other room because that man in that other room was not my father… because no man… would have done that… to their son.

 

 

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