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Last
Friday night I rode the team bus with the North Panola Cougars to
Coldwater for a tournament that they were hosting. I had clearance with
high school principal Lucinda Carter, who also o.k'd it for my five
grandsons to ride as well. I had all three of my grown children's boys,
ranging from two years to 11 years old. I sat through the girls game
just fine, having placed them all on the first seat of the bleachers,
to keep an eye on them and take good quality action shots from
courtside. They were never out of my sight. As I sat there, I began to
talk with a police officer from Coldwater. We were laughing and talking
all through the first game, as if we had known each other for a while. Approximately
five minutes into the boys game, an altercation on the home side,
stopped the game briefly, as security and cops rushed to see what was
going on. No blows were exchanged, just loud yelling. So, about five
maybe ten minutes later decided to walk downstairs where I had seen all
parties involved taken. I went down a winding corridor and followed the
continuing shouting matches. I stood about 25 feet from where they had
stopped; in a public hallway, and not behind closed doors. As
I turned to leave , a plain clothes cop with a badge around his neck, a
uniformed cop, and Coldwater high school principal, came running up
behind me screaming at me, saying"Give us that film, or better still
give us your cameras. had an action shot camera on my shoulder and a
small digital, that I took the two snapshots with.Since they
were getting bent out of shape, I offered to delete them rather than
give up equipment that wasn't mine.The principal saw me delete one.
That wasn't good enough, they still wanted both cameras. The
plain clothes guy and I were playing tug-o-war with the digital, so I
eventually let go. I didn't want to feed their ferocity.
They kicked me out of the game after getting both cameras, and I asked
if I could go upstairs to get my camera bag. "You're not going any
where!'' I asked if I could go get my grandsons, and another big NO!
The cop who was standing courtside intervened and offered to go get the
boys for me. He had been playing with them and some of their hard
headedness was funny to him."A kid's gonna be a kid," he said. When he
came back we were escorted out the back door, never to return again.
The good cop didn't speak up in our defense, but his kindness before
this matter, overshadowed that. He walked us to the bus. I was telling
him that my First Amendment rights were being violated, and he nodded
in agreement. We had to sit on that cold bus. Luckily my niece left
before the game was over and took us back to Como. I came home and
called Ruoert Howell of the Panolian to inform him of the night's
events. He made a phone call or two and Coldwater police chief had to
bring them both back that same night. They
even took my press pad, and searched my equipment bag and took my note
pad. How ignorant is that? Well, I'm not gonna take this lying down. If
they had just only taken the cameras, I could eventually get past that,
but they were messing with flesh of my flesh. No
one knew where I was, and if something had happened to one of them I
could have very easily been charged with child endangerment. I'm glad
it never made it that far. The game may be over, but they haven't heard
the last of me yet. My neighbors can vouch for me when I say that I am
used to fighting my own battles, by myself.The principal has brought
the negative publicity on himself and the cops who assisted him in
humiliating me. While I was being lead out the back door like Kunta
Kinte', I asked why I had to go out the back . No one answered.
Peace Y"all!
Cuz'n Donna
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