So after work, I picked
911 has me on hold for a bit, because you know, answering the phone promptly isn't a concern of theirs. Its not like anyone would call them in the middle of an attempted homicide, right? So when they answer the phone a minute later, a cop is already driving by just by circumstance, so I tell them never mind and hang up and go to give my statement.
It takes maybe 15-20 minutes before the cops are ready to deal with me because they (4 cars by then, plus an ambulance) are too busy trying to shoo away (and sometimes threaten away -- "Hey, just give me a reason, buddy. Come on and give me a reason" -- I hate America) the crowd of 50 screaming black people who all of whom seemed to be related to the guy who just got shot. I'm honestly not sure why the cops decided that I was the one witness worth talking to, and not just another concerned relative. Maybe they sensed my innate chinamaness, or maybe it was just the fact that I was the only one waiting calmy to talk to them and not screaming that my brother/cousin/friend just got shot and go get that mother fucker.
They finally get around to talking to me and I can basically tell them what the guy was wearing and which way he was heading, all of which you'd think he'd have the sense to change seeing as how he shot a guy 20 minutes ago, and he knows there are a dozen witnesses, including the guy he shot, who was pretty clearly not dead, and pretty clearly knew who he was. But hey, the cops were really interested in the guys fashion sense, and what am I if not a fine upstanding citizen, right?
So anyway, I gave the statement and my contact info and such. And came home. I will say that I was happy with the cops actually putting in my description of how tall, old and big the guy was, as well as what he was wearing on the APB I heard them call out instead of just going with the good old "suspicious looking black male" that I remember so fondly from my youth. Gives one a hope for the future. But what's really bugging me now is: WHERE WAS THE FUCKING MEDIA!?! I'm apparently the single dependable material witness to a shooting that took place 15 feet from me, and not one reporter is there to interview me? Not one camera. Nothing!
What's the point of me being a media whore if no one is going to cover me. *sigh*