Brandon Wilkinson

Stabbing

Friday, May 9th 2008 at 10:15am

Last night about 9:42 a guy got stabbed on the corner a couple houses down from my house by the busstop. I was going out to get firewood and I heard a bunch of angry yelling so I went out onto the sidewalk and watched. There were a couple of groups of people. One big white guy caught my eye. He was in the middle of the street screaming across the intersection. I guess he felt disrespected and wanted to let everyone know that he wasn’t to be fucked with or something. Stupid kids shit….anyway a few seconds later a kid from the other side of the street lurches down on the pavement as a car pulls up. A bus pulls up. The yelling guy and the crowd around him start moving away. I walk toward the collapsed kid and see that he’s got blood all down his shirt and pants so I call 911.

The cops show up as I reach the dispatcher. Other people have already called. Two cop cars at first. One officer trying to figure out who saw anything while keeping the stabbed guy lying still. The stabbed guy wont stop sitting up and rolling around…acting drunk. Like he sortof feels it but doesn’t know whats going on. I hear him moan something about a ceasure. One young black kid on a bicycle is yelling “Send an ambulance! He’s dying man! He’s dying!” The stabbed guy says he cant breath and slumps on the ground. The cop tries to get people to stick around but a bunch of them leave in the confusion when the ambulance and more cops show up. The kid on the bike leaves…even though he was right there when it happened.

The paramedics work on him. Hook him up to an ekgish thing. Start CPR. Stop CPR. Unhook him. I hear a paramedic say “Already too far….” to one of the cops. I ask a blonde officer, “Excuse me officer…Is that man dead?” She looks kindof like she doesn’t know what to do and an older cop tells me that everything will be explained later and could I please step over this way for right now. So I do…with a few other people. A cop takes my info and interviews me briefly. Then they tell me I need to go wait on the bus. I go wait on the bus. For four hours. The detectives interview me about 2:30 in the morning. I am exhausted. The body is still lying on the pavement uncovered when I step back into my house. I’ve never seen anybody die before.

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2 comments

  1. Jim Di Bartolo said on Saturday, May 9th 2009 at 1:01am

    Geez Brandon, that’s SO awful. Good for you for getting involved as much as you did, but I just can’t imagine how awful seeing all that must have been. I wonder what the story behind all of that was. Ugh, I’m sorry you had to see that (AND wait on the bus for 4 hours — couldn’t they have just walked over to your house for a statement when they were ready? Anyhow, you’re a good citizen indeed, but that poor kid, sheesh.)

  2. Alex S said on Friday, May 8th 2009 at 2:48am

    I’m so sorry for all involved. Thats just awful. I hope you are doing okay. Sending warm thoughts your way and to the victim’s family too. What a senseless “resolution.”

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