I enjoy writing. I like writing for a purpose and sometimes I like writing for just plain amusement but nobody is counted out in my book. No matter what you do keep the keys on your keyboard pressed and write till your pens are out of ink.
So this is a small excerpt from a novella I have been writing called Perspective. After seeing what has happened with Trayvon Martin and how everybody did not waste time in search for justice I decided to take the same calling for a boy name Stephon Carter in my hometown of Aiken SC.
A boy of 19yo should not have the death penalty on his heels let alone know what it is like to be an accused murder of a police officer. I wrote this book to express the concerns of change I see sweeping through not only my town but a nation. I hope you all enjoy it.
PERSPECTIVE
I decided to walk down Abbeville
Ave pass Greenville St and come up to Hampton Ave from a side street. Walking that route again was refreshing and
it recharged me for some reason. Now being a man I see that I made the right
decisions so that I can walk with the past and not doomed to repeat
it. I was coming up on Hampton Ave and I
heard sirens but they did not sound like the usual ambulance or police
car.
When I finally reached the
intersection of Hampton Ave and Lauren St I saw cars and trucks filling up both
sides of the road. It was an astonishing
sight to see. I did not know that many
cars could fill the street like that.
I see flashing lights out the corner of my eye and hear the click clack
of something tapping on the road.
I looked to my right and finally
saw where the lights and weird sounds were coming from. It is a funeral procession. I walked further down Hampton Ave and found a
vacant lot on top of a hill to get the best view of the street. I cannot believe how long this procession is. Even on top of the hill I could not
see the end of the line.
The first car was the police
clearing the way of course but there are so many different police cars from
different jurisdictions. Once that part
of the caravan was finished there were two of the most beautiful horses I ever did see. They are white as snow and
the mane looked like soft silk. They are pulling a funeral wagon which looked like something out of the movie.
Seeing all those cars move to
each side of the road when the wagon came was like watching Moses part the red
sea. There were so many I could not
keep count. There were cars from all
over the country that came to this person's funeral. People came from Georgia, California, North
Carolina, New York and Alabama. The only
reason I could think of for someone having such a lavish funeral is that the
guy was rich.
They are burying the man at Bethany
Cemetery right at the same intersection I am standing across from. That particular cemetery has been there for
years. My father use to tell me stories
how that place was the white cemetery and the cemetery down the street from my
house was where the black people were buried at back in the day. Bethany Cemetery is a very beautiful spot and
I sure whoever they buried there was going to surely rest in peace.
I started to hear some voices in
the distance that caught up to ear shot fast.
People are chanting coming from the right side of my direction. I looked all around and at first I did not
see where the noise was coming from exactly but I saw white signs through some
of the bushes.
People are protesting at the
funeral. At first I thought “Can you
protest a man getting buried?”
They were chanting “Free Shawn Corey,
free Shawn Corey!”
I have never been at a funeral
where there was a protest going on.
Hell, I was not planning on being a part of this funeral it was just by
sheer coincidence that I ran upon the event. With the chanting of these nice
people it is no longer a mystery who the funeral was for. This funeral is for
Samuel Rivers the cop that was killed some days ago.
For some reason these people
felt the need to disrespect the proceedings by insulting the dead. I feel a bit of rage in the actions of a
few. If people believe what is happening to
Shawn Corey is wrong then have a community meeting, rally to raise money for a
better defense lawyer or go out and gather support for his cause. There is no need to interfere with the dead by
using the problems of the living. Samuel
Rivers did his part in life now it is for him to have his time to rest.
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