What are my rights?
In this day and age in America, I seem to be asking myself that question a lot. It appears our individual rights are slowly being taken away under the guise of terrorism or fear. The other night, I experienced an incident that has me asking that question yet again.
We were at Kelly’s Olympian enjoying some live music. Between sets, I stepped outside for some cleaner air (Kelly’s is a smoking joint) and realized there were police outside the entrance to Greek Cuisine. I wasn’t surprised as that place is a hotbed for activity. I crossed the street to get a better view and saw they had a young man on the ground handcuffed. There were 5 officers and the incident was essentially over. They crossed the street to put the individual in the car and I saw he was bleeding from the forehead. Another person on the street politely asked the officers what happened and they responded with a sharp, “That is none of your business!” The guy followed up with a question about how the young man was injured and suddenly the officer reeled around, got in the guys face and pointed down the sidewalk stating rather aggressively, “walk.. walk away now!” I was maybe 5 feet from this, shocked at what was going on. I don’t know of the pedestrian was involved or not, he seemed like just some guy asking questions. Yet the way the officer addressed him scared the shit out of me. I had had a couple of beers, so I walked away, thinking I could be the next “victim.”
In today’s America, are we no longer allowed to question police? If that individual had been wearing a KATU or KGW parka, would the officer have treated it differently? What if I produced credentials, would I have gotten the story? It reinforces that feeling that every time I see police, it is because something is wrong, not because they are there to protect or be a part of the community. It makes me a little sad.

