September 20, 2019

I was patrolling Mattapan. I  will get to the last part.  I saw a man standing by the corner of Blue Hill/Fessende. He looked like George Foreman during his prime but bigger. He wore a grey T-shirt with Wile E. Coyote on a rocket with the phrase "Super Genius" on it, a cowboy hat, & a joint in his mouth.  I asked if everything was okay. H e didn't reply.  Normally I'd left it be, but he was aware, looked at me straight in the eye, & smiled.  I asked again, nothing.  I was very concerned.  I tried to warn him in his position he would be seen ask  attacking someone or risk being attacked.  I triy bringing up 911, but he wanted it.  And then I realized, a white calling a suspicious black mab, aka Black Lives Matter situation.  So I stopped & asked one more time.  Then he dared a fight.  I had to use some mind games.  But then a a boy open a window in a white SUV/mini-van.  He yelled, "Don't hurt that man!@". As I told the kid to back off, I was blindsided.  He yelled, "DO HURT MY SON!" repeatedly as got hit with blow after blow.  His punched were like hammocks.  I couldn't get s any offense or defense going.  I saw punch after punch after punch feeling powerless.  I soon feel.  He yelled, "GET UP!  GET UP!"  I tried, then two kidney shots came to me.  Ye yelled, "GET UP!  GET UP!"  I knew if I did that I would be dead, so I stayed down.  He soon left, & a Good Samaritan came.  I told him to call 911, for an ambulance not police.  They came.  I had to have stitches to the back of the ear, a lip glued, & bruised ribs.  With them saying a CAT-Scan, I was lucky to wear the helmet.  But I'm going to be out for a WHILE.