Alive & Kicking!


‘On Wednesday, September 24th at 9:56 p.m., drug task force agent Chris Brewer made application for a search warrant before Faith Snell a non-attorney Deputy Magistrate of the Laurens County Magistrate Court. The facts submitted to Deputy Magistrate Snell to convince her that probable cause existed to issue the warrant consisted of the statement by Rodney Garrett a confessed burglar, thief, and a meth addict who was under the influence at the time of his arrest that the approximately 20 grams of methamphetamine, a digital scale, and 2 firearms found on him at the time of arrest had been stolen by him out of another vehicle at the Hooks home.

A search warrant was issued at 9:56 p.m. by Judge Snell. This search warrant is invalid on its face as it does not comport with the requirements of the Constitution of State of Georgia nor the United States Constitution. Armed with an invalid search warrant and with less than an hour of preparation, at approximately 10:55 p.m. several members of the Drug Task Force and the Laurens County Sheriff’s Response Team arrived at David and Teresa Hooks home unannounced by emergency lights or sirens. There is no question the Officers were aware the home had been burglarized only two nights earlier.

David and Teresa Hooks were under the impression that the burglars were back and that a home invasion was eminent. David armed himself to protect his wife and his home. Despite the fact that the illegal search warrant did not have a “no knock” clause the Drug Task Force and SRT members broke down the back door of the family’s home and entered firing in excess of 16 shots. These shots were from multiple firearms and from both 40 calibre handguns and assault rifles. Several shots were fired through a blind wall at David with the shooters not knowing who or what was on the other side of the wall. The trajectory of the shots, coupled with the number of shots infers a clear intent on behalf of the shooters to kill David Hooks (National Police Misconduct Reporting Project).

David Hooks was buried on Tuesday.’Can we say ‘lazy policing’? Or should we just put it down to another over-zealous American policing operation gone wrong? After all this kind of thing couldn’t possibly happen in Britain could it? Our crime rate is down right alongside the policing budget (reduced by £20 million), and since the police are so assiduous in investigating every criminal incident, we couldn’t possible have a situation in this country whereby information supplied by an offending criminal offender, might be acted on without any follow up investigation, could we?







The First Time I Got Hustled

The first time I got hustled I was three years old and recovering from Meningitis. A couple of weeks before that I was running a temperature and my mother took me down the road to our GP (yes,I did say down the road, a five minute walk). The doctor examined me graced my mother with a look of stark alarm and said,

“Thank goodness Mrs Edusei-Mensah that you brought her to me! Any later and goodness knows what would have happened! I think she has Meningitis!”.

Hence my lengthy stay in the NHS funded hospital, and hence the first time I got hustled. I have always been keen on my food and the patient in the room next to mine had a jam sandwich I liked, and which I purchased with my mechanised (and newly purchased) spinning top. I had a room all to myself (just like on a private ward), and so it was some time before the nurse and my mother discovered what had happened to my mechanised spinning top. Of course my mother was less than pleased and having eaten the jam sandwich I got my toy back.

The second time I got hustled was when I attempted to register with a doctor’s surgery in London. I could not believed the ‘Victorian’ arrangement I walked into. A range of stalls set up within a waiting room, manned by half a dozen different receptionists for half a dozen different doctors. Gone was the tranquillity infused waiting room of the mature, sensible and dependable doctor. In its place was this frenetic, pauper ethos infused, ‘be grateful if I can see you for ten minutes’ mentality. I must have been to that doctor’s surgery all of two times in the three years they had my paperwork, going there was so off-putting. Especially since I knew I’d paid my National Insurance contributions for some sort of medical service and was pretty certain that this wasn’t it.

David Cameron promised at the Conservative party conference to ‘ring-fence’ the NHS budget. My response to that is thank god, because we appear to have slipped from the service that saved my life as a child, to one where, where you are when the ambulance picks you up, determines whether you’re dead before you reach the only A&Es this government hasn’t closed down. I can remember the pin-point accuracy of the doctor who saved my life, just as I can remember the errors that led to my friend’s mother being misdiagnosed repeatedly, until her Cancer was too far gone for her life to be saved.

Mr Cameron maintains that you can only have a strong NHS if you have a strong economy, well sir, a strong economy requires healthy, strong-limbed people. And also, sir, the NHS’s employees need encouragement and inspiration to help provide those services which create healthy, strong-limbed people. In view of this, it might be a very good idea to provide those workers (I don’t wish to sound too socialist), with a credible pay rise, sir.