Michael Louard

Miss Ours
H English 10
28 April 2016
Narrative 1
Setting: Courthouse | Prosecution Against LAPD Police Officers
Im sitting in my chair in the courthouse, on the side of the prosecution, but
something in me has major doubt. The manner of King, the attitude he possesses. It just
doesnt match the description of what happened. If I was the victim of brain damage, a
fractured eye socket, broken cheek bones, a broken leg, facial nerve damage, a
concussion and multiple skull fractures, Id be broken, quite literally. King though, he
seems content, most likely because of all the money hell be receiving from this. But I
digress, I need to examine our next witness, Kings nurse, Dr. Pinkys.
Good evening, doctor, I say as I walk up to question him, but he seems more
interested in trying to make eye contact with King. Weird. Perhaps I simply wasnt loud
enough. Good evening Dr. Pinkys. Doctor? Finally, he looks at me.
He says, Oh, hi sir, sorry Im quite out of it. This isnt usual.
Perhaps we will recall you at a later date then? I propose to him. I hate seeing
people crumble on the stand. Its sad, and a waste of time, but really sad.
He shakes his head at me and says, No sir, Im fine. Its just the last witnesses
words dont match my report. I now look at King, and he returns the favor. The stare he
offered me reminded me of a child who knew something bad was happening. It was as if
his ears perked up to listen to the surprising news. The media analyst said all these
injuries that Mr. Rodney King never actually had, at least not from this incident.
I raise my voice as side conversations slowly start. Like I said, no need for the
judge to bang that wooden annoyance. Thats annoying, and a waste of time, and so
annoying. So, what were his true injuries? He hands me the report and resets his gaze
to King.
Without moving his eyes, his mouth opens slowly. Well, from the report you can
still tell that King was beaten, most likely from more than one person. However every
injury you see there, was exaggerated by the media analyst. King does have a concussion,
but no skull fractures. He has a slight fracture in his left leg, but no facial nerve damage
at all, just a broken nose. Sir, it just cant be true, the words from the last witness. King
was beaten badly, but he will walk, he will smile, and he will still be Rodney King, once
this is all over.
King stands up, gearing up to shout, but like I said, I hate that gavel. Sit down,
Rodney. I say to him sternly.
Fuck you old man I didnt lie I didnt say any of that shit to the media analyst!
Little did King know that I knew that already, simply from glancing at the facial
expression of the news reporters around the room. They were taken aback by hearing of
Kings true injuries. I turn back to the doctor, whose face is now about as red as a stop
sign. Hes probably wishing Id stop too.

Dr. Pinkys, do you have any knowledge of who, if anybody, was in contact with
King while he was under your supervision in the hospital? Simple questions truly
warrant simple answers.
Yes, he replies, I know that with King at all times was his mother. In and out
was Crystal Waters, Kings wife.
Is it safe to say that Crystal would have been in contact with any form of news
outlet, whether it be live interview or just a conversation?
Well, technically yes, but not on the floor on which King was. If she had talked
to anyone, I can guarantee it wouldnt have been anywhere near Rodney, but it could
have been outside the hospital, or somewhere nearby. Now were getting somewhere.
Its obvious there was some stretching of the truth, but the question is: Did King know
Crystal was doing this?

The next day, King was called to the stand, pretty much with the fate of those
police officers in his hands, or his injuries I suppose. The defense was to question him
first. Theyre going to try hard to prove King was involved with Crystals lies.
Repeatedly, King claimed he had no idea of what she was doing. Usually, I wouldnt
believe a drug addict with an ugly track record, but King is telling the truth here.
Someone elses doing forced this to happen.
The defense, seeming very annoyed by Rodneys stubbornness, finally rests. I
stand up, and turn to the jury. Theyre more interested in what I think than what King has
to say. I ask King, Rodney, are you telling the truth? Youre a criminal, theres probably
no reason, in your mind, for you to be honest with the justice department. And yet, you sit
here, adamantly stating that you had no idea what your own wife was saying. So, I must
ask you one more time. Are you telling the truth?
He begins to talk, and as I turn back to the jury, he says, Sir, why would I lie
about my injuries? People were gonna see me eventually. Im not no dumb man just
because Im a criminal. Common sense is what I got. All Im saying is I know no ones
gonna believe they broke my leg if Im not in a cast!
I agree, Mr. King. The prosecution rests. The peanut gallery started piping up
again