The Defender is a pepper spray that when sprayed takes a picture of the person you’re spraying and sends it the police along with your GPS location, user information, as well as flashing a bright light in the attackers face and emitting a loud alarm.
Police had been responding to a “disturbance” near the University of Tennessee when a house party estimated to be composed of 800+ individuals spilled out onto the street. Deputy Brandon Gilliam wrote in the report that when detaining Dotson, he “began to physically resist officers’ instructions to place his hands behind his back, and at one point grabbed on to an officer’s leg.” At some point, Deputy Phillips felt the need to begin choking Dotson to the point where he passed out — lethal force by any definition.
The deputy who assaulted the student was fired and the deputies who stood by were suspended. As it should be.
This dude made a rookie mistake. You never assault the rich white kids, they’re the only ones the system cares about after all.
LETS FUCKING CLARIFY:
A COP CHOKES A WHITE BOY AFTER A ROWDY PARTY UNTIL HE PASSED OUT AND GETS FIRED ASAP.
A COP PUTS AN ASTHMATIC BLACK MAN IN A CHOKE HOLD UNTIL HE DIED AND WE’RE STILL WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO FUCKING HAPPEN.
THIS IS WHY I CANNOT TRUST “THE SYSTEM”. ITS EITHER SUPER FUCKED UP OR ITS WORKING JUST THE WAY THEY INTENDED IT TO. and we all know which one is right.
This commentary is on point.
This photoset is all kinds of fucked…
how can people see this and still say it’s not about race when everything in the universe is pointing to the fact that it is?
WhEN yOuR OTP MAKES YOUr hEArt dO THE tinGLY TINgly
My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher
The american public education system in a nutshell tho
My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home
My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.
Well damn my story’s not that intense but one time a really early grade school teacher called my parents because I was just giving them SO MUCH difficulty because I was coloring tree leaves PURPLE instead of GREEN like the rest of the class! My mom apparently very gently assured her that the tree in our back yard was indeed purple
One time I came to class late on the same day a bus was late and my 11th grade first period math teacher asked me why I was late and I told her my mom and i got stuck in traffic and she told me I should have said I was on the late bus so I wouldn’t get marked as tardy and the assistant teacher did nothing to correct her and the entire class laughed and I almost had an anxiety attack because public humiliation is—wait for it—HUMILIATING. Imagine that.
America: teaching kids to literally just shut up and be dumb and lie so we can get “better” grades because the teachers are the actual morons who need to go back to fucking school.
I once voluntarily wrote an essay on an opinion I had to my English teacher about the genre of book we were talking about in class because she refused to talk to me about it during or outside of class. I gave her the essay, just asking her to read it and consider my thoughts. She didn’t even need to respond to it in any way.
I was sent to the counselor the next day because, and from my counselor I heard that my teacher was ‘worried about me’. For thinking in anyway not planned by the curriculum.
things said in majority of movies:
- "I TRUSTED YOU!!"
- "she’s not just some girl!"
- "I should have told you this a long time ago."
- "I’m not a little girl anymore!!"
- "but I love him!!"
-“You’re giving up your dream!”
“No dad, I’m giving up YOUR dream.”
"I knew your father. He was a good man."
*girl walks downstairs*
Guy: Wow… you look… great.
was inspired by morning skies.. not that i know anything of sunrises *guilty pleasures*
That disappointment you get when good smells good but tastes bad