About 10 minutes into the film I started crying. I don't mean just the kind of "choked up about something sad" crying. I mean literally out loud snot running tears flying verbal crying. Every time I got it under control so I could pay attention to the rest of the story they'd show one of these mothers. And it didn't matter if she was sad or outraged or spirited or holding it all in or what, I just lost it. I looked at her and I thought of the situation and I couldn't escape the grief and pain. I couldn't escape the FEAR. Here's these people who are supposed to be your last defense against things that go bump in the night and if they come to your neighborhood they might just shoot you dead.
I don't think I've really cried in at least a year.
A few years ago a man, Greg Brown, was beaten to death by 17 Champaign police officers. His only crime was that he was lurking in an alley. They found him in that alley because they were responding to a missing person's report from his family. No police were charged in this incident. The coroner found that the man died not of a beating but of a heart attack caused by the stress related to the beating.
New York City had a citizen's police review board until Giuliani got into office. He campaigned on a platform of eliminating that body.