Desecration - 1976-1980
This is a preview to the chapter Desecration - 1976-1980 from the book Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir by Ron Alexander.
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I was in Connecticut, a few miles from the Massachusetts border when I was pulled over. The state trooper had pulled me over for speeding. I had gotten restless and impatient to get back home to Kathy. I leaned too heavily on the accelerator.
“Place your hands up on top of the car. Do you have any weapons?”
“Does this car belong to you?”
I was frisked and handcuffed. I didn't regret stealing the car. The only remorse I had was that I didn’t get rid of the car soon enough after it had served its purpose. Perhaps, had I stayed in Philly for my father’s funeral, this might not have happened.
The trooper grabbed my wrist, causing one of the cuffs to tighten up. I complained but he refused to loosen the cuffs.
With one hand clenching my wrist, he opened the car door with his free hand. “Bend your head down so you won’t bang your head.” The trooper got into the car, radioed the dispatcher that I was in custody, and pulled off. Within minutes, I was at the sheriff’s jail. I said nothing along the way. I had already said enough to incriminated myself.
At the sheriff’s office, I was booked, fingerprinted and questioned at warp speed. All I could hope for was that a judge would take my cooperation into consideration, that my age would have a positive bearing on the outcome. I didn’t have a criminal record. I had never been arrested as an adult. No
matter what, I resolved, I would not beg for mercy.
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