By Meg Langford
CLEVELAND FORGIVES TAMIR RICE “BULLET BILL”, AND MAYOR APOLOGIZES.
“We want to start off, again, apologizing to the Rice family, if in fact this has added to any grief or pain that they may have, uh, but we want to explain what happened so that both they, you, and the community at large understands what happened, in regards to this”. (???)
--Mayor Frank Jackson
Don’t buy it. Don’t believe it. I am not fooled, and neither should you be. Yes, it is a point of fact that the debt is forgiven, but what these city leaders don’t understand is that this was never about the money. $500? Are you kidding me? It’s that you were willing to cause such angst over such a measly sum, Mayor Frank Jackson.
And let’s dispel with the issue of whether or not Mayor Jackson knew of the bill and the claim being filed in court. Either you knew, Mr. Mayor, or you managed to surround yourself with such idiotic boobs that you must still be blamed for egregious poor judgment. Mr. Mayor, you said, when you announced your run for Mayor in 2005, “If I don't restore hope to the ailing city within 200 days of taking office, I would consider myself a failure.” And, then in your inaugural speech in 2006, you said. "We have the right to expect that our families will be safe on the streets and in our homes.” And you then made one of your first acts in office to introduce a new “use of force” policy that clearly states what previous versions only implied: “excessive force shall not be tolerated.”
Cripes, Frank. Keep at least one promise, and consider yourself a failure. People are calling for your resignation. Isn’t it about time?
What all the people attacking the Tamir Rice family refuse to admit is the simple truth that puts this entire matter to bed: the two policemen in that cruiser failed to follow correct procedure when approaching the suspect. It doesn’t matter who the suspect is. What the cops did in that now famous surveillance video is simply a gross violation of procedure, and everything that happened after their wild and dangerous screech up to the suspect happened as a result of that violation of written police procedure.
On February 10th, 2016, it was announced that the City of Cleveland had filed a claim in court against the Rice family for ambulance services: ten bucks per mile, as the boy was dying, plus $450 for Advance Life Support Services. (See yesterday’s blog of “The Pickford Word” ) Twenty four hours later, there began a frantic back peddling, as city minions were swamped with irate phone calls and realized what they had wrought. Thus began the mea culpa press conference.
Let’s take apart their apologia, shall we?
The Mayor’s spokeshole, Dan Williams, called the lawsuit “UNINTENDED”. And then, even though the City denied ever billing the Tamir family, we angry ones remember that just 24 hours before, Assistant Law Director Carl Meyers trotted over to the courthouse and filed a claim in Cuyahoga County Probate Court.
Oh, right. Because that happens all the time, Carl Meyers. We “unintentionally” file law suits against one another: Still in a “dream state” from the night before, watching “Better Call Saul,” you put on your best lawyer suit and tie, you “stumble” onto some legal papers while at the office, then on your way to the coffee shop across the street you trip on something and “accidentally” end up at the Courthouse, and then, “not noticing” what you are doing because you are watching Matlock reruns on your cellphone, you “didn’t notice” when you walked up to the Clerk of the Court and, in a completely “unintentional” manner, Carl Meyers, you filed a lawsuit against the Tamir Rice estate. A name which you just can’t seem to place with the face. A name that you just don’t remember hearing before. Heavens to Betsy, you never would have filed the lawsuit if you knew it was THAT Tamir Rice. So sorry.
The attorney who filed this, and all the attorneys involved, are the reason that Shakespeare’s famous line from Henry VI, Part II, Act 3 Scene 1 line 53 will never, never die. As long as there are sharks like Carl Meyers—there will be Thespians running along behind them chanting, “First thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.”
To continue with the Shakespearean theme, Barrister Meyers, Which is the King’s English for Bite Me, Carl. And while we’re at it, “A Pox Upon You!”, City of Cleveland. You all knew exactly what you were doing. In his embarrassing press conference, during which he made sure that we also got an apology from a black woman, the Mayor talked about his people constantly on the lookout for red flags. “Thou art a boil. A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.” The name “Tamir Rice” is, uh, hello, what we would call a red flag.
You are lying. You are all liars. You said yourself in a statement . “This is a process that we followed, and in some instances we would not follow through with trying to go after an estate,” Mr. Williams said. So, you’ve admitted that it is clearly a part of procedure to, (in certain special cases) drop the bill, the case, the lawsuit. NOW—CONVINCE ANYBODY READING THIS THAT ALL OF THE PEOPLE IN THE LOOP DIDN’T RECOGNIZE THE NAME “TAMIR RICE.” Convince anybody reading this that there was not an awareness on the part of powerful parties, people who make decisions, of what they were doing, and who there were doing it to. These people, who enjoyed the power of discretion, could have handled it differently, as they had in the past, and set it aside.
Oh Cleveland Powers That Be (hereafter, Cleveland PTB), are you all so dense that you didn’t know the firestorm that would ensue, and the humiliation it would cause? Or are you just so apathetic and arrogant that you just didn’t care?
Clearly, there is a confederacy of dunces out there who will trumpet that “the money hungry Rice family got to skate on the bill, why aren’t they happy? What are they crabbing about now?” Can’t you just hear them? But here’s what confederacy misses: the very fact that this bill in the name of TAMIR RICE got filed as a debt in court speaks to the insensitivity on the part of the Cleveland PTB, and the systematic incompetence of the people running the city. Let me rephrase this: Cleveland PTB and Cleveland PD have proved that they are crooked and incapable. The same cancer to the system which caused Officer Timothy Loehmann to be hired in the first place is the same cancer to the system that figured sending out this bill and filing in court would actually be a good idea.
Again, this is systemic, Cleveland PD and Cleveland PTB. Just like Ferguson’s bizarre and brazen move of non-compliance that caused the Department of Justice to sue Ferguson—ironically happening on the same day as the Tamir Rice Estate filing happening, 500 miles away … so the Cleveland Powers That Be thought they could pull this and get away with it.
Nope. One wonders if John Kasich blasted off an angry call in the middle of the night.
Read more about shooter Timothy Loehmann weeping so hard he soaked his Academy homework illegible, and Loehmann failing his gun test. Read about Cleveland PD body slamming a mentally ill girl until she’s dead, and how they shot a hostage fleeing a home invasion in his underwear. And lastly, read the exciting Adventures of Cleveland Robocop Michael Brelo—at moviesforyourmind.net. LITTLE BOOK OF LYNCHING.
PostScript: I am in touch LaTonya Goldsby, Tamir's cousin, and she has informed me that the family learned of the $500 Court filing on the news.