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r7-b7 · 3 months ago

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Washington State resident here. I'll never stop being mad about what just happened in January 2024. Cops are scum.

SEATTLE (AP) — Three Washington state police officers who were cleared of criminal charges in the 2020 death of Manuel Ellis — a Black man who was shocked, beaten and restrained facedown on a sidewalk as he pleaded for breath — will each receive $500,000 to leave the Tacoma Police Department, according to documents released Tuesday.

“This says to the public that these are excellent officers, and it’s a shame Tacoma is losing them,” said Anne Bremner, an attorney for one of the officers, Timothy Rankine.

A jury acquitted Rankine, 34, and co-defendants Matthew Collins, 40, and Christopher Burbank, 38, in December following a trial that lasted more than two months. Rankine was charged with manslaughter, while Collins and Burbank were charged with manslaughter and second-degree murder.

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To make matters so much worse, Thurston county, where Manny Ellis's sister moved to get away from TPD, hired one of the murders of her brother.

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Christopher Burbank, Matthew Collins, Timothy Rankine were accused of repeatedly punching, tasing, kicking and choking Manny Ellis until he died. But after a 10-week trial, jurors acquitted the officers, siding with the defense that Ellis’s drug use and bad heart likely led to his death.

Less than four months later, on April 1, Thurston County Sheriff Derek Sanders announced on social media he hired Christopher Burbank as a patrol deputy.

The sheriff has spoken out repeatedly on controversial issues. Instead, this time, issuing a written statement.

“While acknowledging the distressing nature of the events in Tacoma four years ago,” Sanders wrote, “we want to emphasize that Deputy Burbank has been cleared of any wrongdoing both by Tacoma PD, Pierce County Prosecutor’s Office and a jury trial.”

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One of the most impactful testimonies of the evening came from Ellis’ sister, Monét Carter-Mixon, who moved to Thurston County with her family for their safety following the trial.

Carter-Mixon said Thursday she spoke about her move to Thurston County on the record during the trial in 2023, so Burbank would have known she was a Thurston County resident at the time he applied to work with the Thurston County Sheriff’s Office.

“It's very odd out of every county in the state of Washington, it just so happened to be Thurston County, where … my young, Black children ride around the neighborhood, go to the convenience stores like their uncle did on their bikes or walking, especially on late summer nights coming from the pool. I don't want someone like (Burbank) patrolling my neighborhood that I do pay taxes in and where I do live at,” Carter-Mixon said.

Sanders responded that he did not know ahead of Thursday’s forum that Carter-Mixon and her family were living in Thurston County, saying that it didn’t come up during the hiring process.

“I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t tell those officers to kill my brother … That’s an issue in Tacoma. I don’t want those issues here, where I live and I’m choosing to raise my family,” Carter-Mixon said.

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Also because ACAB, a note about Thurston county: in 2022 but made news this year a cop pulled a gun on a woman who crashed into a roundabout as she was having a medical event, threw her in jail and left her immobile on the cell floor for over 24 hours. He took her to the hospital to get her blood drawn for alcohol but did not give her medical care even though she was in a car accident. She couldn't move and literally couldn't get up out of a puddle of her own piss because she was having a fucking brain bleed. She had to get part of her skull removed. She's suffering from all kinds of shit from delayed medical care.

The police cannot exist.

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#acab #abolish the police #tacoma #Washington state #blm #black lives matter #manny ellis #justice for manny ellis #idk what im doing wirh fhis reblog im just thinking about manny so much #theres a Pic of him on a park bench i think about so much

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pawnshopbleus · 4 months ago

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These Are the Days Four - Sunflower

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

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Previous Chapter

The only thing you feel when you wake up is wet.

You had fallen asleep on Abby's shoulder so, she checks that your head is okay before she gets up from the floor. “What the fuck, Ellie!”

Both of your clothes are soaking wet, making them cling to your bodies.

Ellie shrugs, “You two were out like a light. The only way I could wake you guys up was with water.”

“You could have shaken us awake. Not waterboard us!”

“Right, well, I need you two out of here before my parents get home. I don’t want people here when they yell at me for having a party…again.”

Abby outstretches her hand and you gladly take it. She helps you get off the now soaking-wet floor.

The two of you walk down the stairs, careful not to trip on puddles of beer, and make your way outside. The contrast between the dark house and the bright sunlight makes you squint your eyes.

“How are you getting home?” Abby asks as she grabs her keys. They jingle as she grabs them from the carabiner clipped to her jeans.

“My bike.” You point at the space where you parked your bike last night. Abby looks at you confused. When you look over, your heart drops. Your bike is nowhere to be found.

“Fuck!”

You turn and bang on Ellie’s door. Seconds later, Ellie opens it with a hand on her hip.

“What?” You can tell that she’s on edge. Whatever her parents will do to her is clouding her mind so nothing else matters to her right now.

“Have you seen my bike?” You point to the space where your bike was.

“That was your bike? Some guy drove off with it last night. I thought it was his so I didn’t say anything. Sorry about that.”

“Do you remember what the guy looked like?” “TBH, I was fucking zooted so I don’t remember that part.” You thank Ellie for her time and collapse on her lawn. The shoes you are wearing were okay for biking but terrible for walking. The twenty-minute bike ride from Ellie’s house to yours just tripled. It would take you an hour to walk home. You really hoped that the asshole who took your bike ate shit in front of everyone at school.

“Do you need a ride home?” Abby asks.

"No,” you lie. You would like a ride home but don’t want to be a burden.

Abby can see right through your lie. “You are not walking home in those shoes,” she says.

She’s right. No matter how much you’ve walked in platforms, walking an hour in them would be terrible for your feet. The only person you knew who could do that was Carrie Bradshaw and she wasn’t real.

“Get in the car.” Abby opens the door for you and closes it once you’re tucked inside. The leather seats are cracked, adding to the vintage charm. There are two CDs in the open glove compartment and a pack of gum. Once Abby’s inside the car, she reaches over you and closes it.

“Sorry,” she says, “My car is a mess.”

“It’s okay. You should see my room,” you joke.

Your mother thought that your room was messy when in reality, it was only a little cluttered. Your entire desk is filled with little trinkets and memories from your past life. Clothes are thrown all over the floor from playing dress up one too many times and sometimes paper lays flatly on the floor if you’re too lazy to pick it up.

“I didn’t know you collect CDs,” you add.

“Yeah, I do. It’s cheaper than collecting vinyl,” Abby shrugs.

Abby turns the music up a little bit. Some new pop artist is playing and she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the music. The car is silent except for the music playing on the radio.

You can’t believe the two of you were caught like that on the floor. Laying your head on Abby’s shoulder was innocent enough but the fact that the two of you fell asleep like that got to you. You didn’t even drink anything last night so there was no reason why you slept in. Then you remembered why you didn’t drink anything last night. You spilled your drink all over Owen.

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and began to chew on it out of fear. What would Abby think when she found out that you spilled a drink on her boyfriend's t-shirt? Would she hate you and never want to talk to you again? Or would she also call you a bitch and hate you forever? Maybe if you came clean she would admire the fact that you were a real friend who never hid secrets from her.

“I have to tell you something,” you huffed out a nervous breath.

“Yes?”

“I spilled a drink on Owen last night.”

“On his J.Crew shirt? That ass.” She shook her head. “It was his favorite shirt and I told him not to wear it to parties anymore because someone would spill something on it. That’s what he gets for not listening to me,” Abby laughed.

You let out a breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding in and laughed along with her.

“So, we’re cool?”

Abby nodded, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

You shook your head and looked out the window, “No reason.”

By the way that every house on the street looked the same, you knew that you were close to your own. You look over at Abby, confused.

“How do you know where I live? I never told you my address.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Owen told me you lived by him in the house that just sold.” She bit her lip.

Abby pulls up in your driveway and you almost curse out loud. Both of your parents' cars are in the driveway. Even though they’re never home, they've given you a curfew. You must be home before 12 in the morning and according to your phone, it is currently 10 am. You were so fucked.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you slip out of her truck.

Abby smiles, “Anytime. And I’m sorry about your bike.”

Abby waits until you’re inside of your house to pull off. Instead of going to the left, she turns right towards Owen’s house. You feel the tugging in your heart when you see the two of them together. It shouldn’t bother you that they’re spending time together but it does. You can’t quite put your feelings into words but they aren’t nice.

"Where have you been and why are you wet?” your mother asks, her arms crossed.

“Since when do you care?” you shoot back.

“Some partners from the firm are coming over and we need you to be here,” your father rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyed at your rebellious tone.

“Why? So we can play happy little family again. No thanks, I have plans.”

You walk past them and into your room. You don’t have plans but you’d rather walk all the way to hell and back than play into their little act.

You change into dry and clean clothes, grab your bag, and head out the door. You have no idea how to use public transportation but you’ll figure it out today.

Your parents don’t argue as you walk out of the door. Some weird part of you wants them to call for you but you know them. You know that they don’t want to waste more of their breath on you.

You don’t care where you’re going. You just need to get away. You take the first bus you see and ride it till the end of the line. It drops you off at a public park. Children scream with glee as they play on the playground, people walk their dogs along the sidewalk, and couples enjoy the cool breeze as they sit and enjoy each other's company. And then it hits you, that weird feeling inside of you that you get when you want something you can’t have. It makes you sit down and watch as the small waves flow through the small duck pond.

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Monday comes around, and you’re in the library with Abby. It’s the first day of tutoring and both of you are nervous. You want to be a good teacher and Abby wants to soak up all the knowledge she can.

“So, what do you struggle with the most?” You ask, getting ready to take notes.

“Memorization mostly,” Abby says truthfully, “But I’d like to work on everything.”

You get out a fresh set of flashcards and slide them over to Abby. “Why don’t we start with making some flashcards? You can write down the word and then the definition on the back.”

You observe Abby. She’s hunched over the note cards and writing things down with the speed of a cheetah. Usually, the curtains of the library are closed, causing it to be lit by the sickly white lights above, but today the curtains are drawn, exposing the beautiful sunlight.

Abby’s skin drinks up the sun. The freckles littered on her skin make unique patterns that not even a skilled painter could recreate.

You speak before your mouth has a chance to stop you. “Do you know what you remind me of?”

She looks up at you through her lashes, “What?” “A sunflower.” The way that she flourishes in the sun can only be compared to a sunflower. So delicate yet strong. The perfect contrast between the two.

Abby laughs which would cause the librarian to scold her but not today. Today, the librarian is nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The library doors open and the mood shifts. A chill runs down your spine. The librarian is awoken from her nap by the lack of sunlight. The clouds cover the sun and Abby is no longer illuminated by its rays.

Heavy footsteps can be heard making their way towards your table.

“Babe, I thought you said you were coming to my place after school?” Owen places his hand on Abby’s back and snakes it up to her shoulder. He looks you in the eye as he does this, making you more uncomfortable than you’ve been in your entire life.

Abby sits up straight and brushes the hair out of her face. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“What’s going on? You never forget to come over.”

“I’m tutoring her. Mr. Miller thought that it would be a good idea considering I have the best grade in that class,” you cut in on their conversation.

Owen eyes you suspiciously as if there aren’t flashcards and textbooks on the table.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he whispers, loudly enough for you to hear. He pats Abby’s shoulder twice before exiting the library.

Once he’s out of sight, you can feel the sun come back out and the librarian knocks out. The sun's rays reflect off Abby's skin and back into the atmosphere.

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