Sep 03, 2007 19:42
Today I went to the West Indian parade in Brooklyn for the first time.. it was beautiful and joyful and exciting.. until...a terrible fight broke out in the street in front of me (where the parade was passing) during the parade.
The rest is disturbing.
First it seemed like part of the crowd in the street had broken off and were pounding a guy .. there were about 10 people beating one poor fellow, dragging him and kicking him. It all happened very quickly. Then those beating him scattered into the crowd on the other side of the street and disapppered. There were so many people in the parade on the street that it was just pandemonium, and it was hard to understand what was happening.
The man who was attacked was just laying on his back. One last woman ran up and kicked him... the crowd was kept away because the parade route itself where it was happening was gated off from the observers.
The last person ran off, and people then ran up to help him. He was totally unresponsive, flat on his back.. and the reaction of those helping him was one of horror, and when I saw his face it looked like he'd been shot in the back of the head. He was pale and covered in blood, and people were trying to pick him up, put him on his feet, but he was totally limp, although his eyes were open. It was just really shocking and horrible. My girlfriend, a friend and I then just made a hasty exit, and we all felt really shocked and horrified. Someone said he'd been shot, and by the wounds I saw and his lack of consciousness, I think he was.. however now there is no news about it. This was at Empire at Kingston. We found a policeman about a minute later, who said that police were already responding. That's all we know.
I just feel traumatized .. a mixture of horror and fear. I keep seeing the man's face, the wounds he suffered, seeing it over and over in my head.
There is a story in the news about another man who was shot in the leg twice, but this was two hours later.. no mention of this first incident, which was at 2:00 PM.