I was at a wedding last night with Lurker, when he started telling a story. As a side point to the story he mentioned a mutual acquaintance that has two paralyzed fingers after getting beaten by the cops at a protest.

I said that was “funny”, because I was at a protest and the girl next to me also had her hand broken by the cops.

Lurker and his wife then looked at me like I was crazy.

It was back in December 1994. It was a violent protest, or rather I should say, a unilaterally violent protest. We protesters were standing on the sidewalk chanting, screaming, and holding up signs. The cops unilaterally started physically beating the $#!^ stuffing out of us.

I was standing on the sidewalk holding up a sign with both hands, when the cops attacked me. Later a doctor told me I had bruising on my skull.

I’m a little hazy as to the course of events, but at some point we got away and they started to chase us. At which point she tried to get into a store for cover and they broke her hand.

I actually remember Lurker saying they were taking her to the hospital, or to file a complaint with the police, but like I said it was all hazy.

But the one thing I never knew was, who was the girl, and what happened to her in the end.

Not knowing who was my co-victim to this police terror attack continued to bother me at the back of my mind all these years.

It turns out I’ve known her all along (and she is a good friend of JerusalemCop), but I never knew that it was her, and so now I know who it was and what happened to her.

Finishing his story. Lurker told us that when they went to the police to file a complaint, the police laughed at them, and told them they can’t file it and to go away.

I’m sure Lurker will fill in the rest of the details, but personally I am happy that this gap in my life has been filled in.