McCloyn 1

Marie McCloyn
L Bown
English 2010
Memoir
Monday April 13, 15
A Dark Nigh

It was never unusual for my brother to wake me up out of my sleep at absurd

hours of the night. However this particular time was slightly different from the others. I
had never seen such distress in my brothers eyes, such anguish and contempt. Whenever
he would act in frantic manners like this specific one, I already knew from background
knowledge that it was one of two things.
The first would be to make a drop (sell narcotics) or hit a lick (rob a house).
Robbing houses was something I refused to take part in for obvious reasons. Although, I
did make exceptions when he partook in selling narcotics. I did this because he would
always help moms with rent and other things of that nature, he always had good
intentions and I hated seeing my mom struggle. After we got done arguing about him
always abruptly waking me out of my sleep, I finally stepped into my house slippers and
hit the door with him in lead.
He had instructed me to drive slowly when we entered one of the back
neighborhoods in Kearns. I was extremely nervous and mad all at the same time, because
I knew he was up to know good and now I was involved. As we crept slowly through the
neighborhood all I could do was calmly curse my brother out. He kept expressing to me

that he was only helping a friend and trying to better our situation. I didnt know what to
believe at that point because I was becoming exceptionally anxious. We finally arrived at
an average sized house on a corner; he jumped out immediately and scurried into the
house.
I didnt see my brother for another excruciatingly long 35 minuets, which actually
felt like two hours. When he did finally return it was with cops on his tail. The entire
neighborhood was lit up like a Christmas tree with lights from every type of law
enforcement, at that point I could scarcely move. As I gathered enough strength to put
the car in drive and begin to navigate my way through the maze of police, is when I saw
my brother in a dead sprint from yard to yard with a infrared beam on his back. This is
when for the first time I had witnessed my brother evading police for a crime he most
defiantly did, but he also had to suffer the consequences for his actions.
Right as he turned to see my car and head in my direction is when he got shot. It
was similar to a movie scene, but unfortunately for me it was real life and a reality I
didnt like living in. I had to sit there traumatized watching my brothers body go from
nimble and fluent to stiff and lifeless as he lay there motionless as thousands of watts
flowed through his body. Time went from complete chaos and pandemonium to moving
in slow motion. I couldnt stand the sight of it any more but I had know choice but to stay
and watch the outcome.

My brother was abruptly removed from the scene as two unified police officers
drilled me with questions. I didnt answer to many because at that point I was highly
discombobulated. All I wanted to do was to get home and cry into my mothers shoulders.
When the squad car that had my brother apprehended and detained in it was pulling away,
I couldnt help but search for my brothers eye to hopefully find signs of something. My
eyes fell upon a lost young man that looked very weary, but in an odd way relieved.
There was a hint of sadness and also a glossy coat that wouldnt escape my observation. I
mouthed from a distance I love you and he nodded his head as the squad car pulled of.

After the incident I couldnt look at police the same way because I was enraged
that my brother could have be fatally killed that night, even though it was not a handgun
and just a Taser. My mind could only travel back to all the killings that were caused by

Tasers that popped up on the news almost to frequently. I wanted to do research and find
out if it was justifiable in the courts.
Before my brother was booked into the salt lake county jail he was taken to valley
hospital where he was checked for any serious injuries. He was then hauled of to have an
uncomfortable six months stay in jail. From my perspective it was horrifying and very
sad to witness such force; possibly even lethal force. Although I was extremely distraught
about the situation, I was also self aware that my brother would finally clear all his
warrants and be forced to clean up his past. So inevitably

Work Cited
conservativebyte.com
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slcohealth.org
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Gov, 2015 Legal Information Institute
Second Amendment U.S. Constitution
https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/second_amendment
471 U.S. 1
TENNESSEE v. GARNER ET AL. APPEAL FROM THE UNITED STATES
COURT OF APPEALS FOR THE SIXTH CIRCUIT
Argued October 30, 1984 Decided March 27, 1985 *
http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/scripts/getcase.pl?
court=US&vol=471&invol=1