I received a good Samaritan call from a young lady, telling me that the police just handcuffed my daughter at a subway station. She said they slammed her on the ground and put their knee in her back. Of course, she is 18 now…

I try to stay calm and find out what she knows- not much. Is she alone? Yes. Is she alright? Yes, just crying. Was is DC or transit police? Don’t know.

I wasn’t far because she was almost home from a girlfriend’s house.

Fast forward.

They pulled her off the bus for not paying the full fare. They left out the part about slamming her on the ground/knee in the back… She wouldn’t give info for a citation, so they had to take her in. But she wouldn’t get in the car.

One cop says she’s being charged for fair evasion, another tells me assaulting an officer. WHOA!!!!!

They walk away to huddle and wait for a supervisor. The supervisor is super NOT helpful and backtracking during our conversation. Oh, she’s in school/college? I didnt know that… Does that make a difference? I’m done talking. Please tell me what needs to happen now…

I walk over and ask my daughter what happened. She says she went in her bag to get .75 and they grabbed her off the bus.

He didn’t have a right to touch me!

I remind her that she is supposed to be careful with police. I tell her that they are going to arrest her; it’s a police matter and I can’t change the fact that she has to go.

Please get in the car. And it would behoove you to be nice once you’re there. It could be the difference between a citation and release or staying overnight.

She got into the vehicle.

After 10 minutes, I approach the huddle to find out the hold up. Let’s get this going. After six police vehicles and eight cops, we can go.

So here I am. In the waiting area of the Seventh District. Waiting to talk to someone and see what happens.