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As we are waiting, [Y] said a brown suburban had pulled up and [X] had
come out and went up to the brown suburban and was making the
deal. Both the brown suburban and the [description withheld by
editor] truck leave [X’s] house. We were waiting for [Y] to call
the deal but we missed the take down. Sgt. Doyle follows the
brown suburban and [A & B] follow the [description withheld by
editor] truck. The suburban goes south on Bluff Springs to
Quicksilver. [Y] had given the license plate on the
suburban. The plate comes back to an address on Vinehill.
We were thinking it was the same people from the Honeybee area.
We knew Sgt. Doyle was already following the suburban so we were going
to intercept the vehicle by going down south on on Pleasant Valley to
Quicksilver. [Y] came up on the radio and asked if we had written
the license plate down and I had written the license plate on my hand
and Michelle was running it on the computer.

I make a right on Quicksilver from S. Pleasant Valley and at the same
time Sgt. Doyle is on the radio and he said he had not made a stop on
the vehicle. I see the suburban and Sgt. Doyle is in his white unmarked
vehicle behind the suburban. I backed my car up and saw them come
to the stop sign. I told Michelle I was making the stop. I
decided to come in diagonally on them. My intention was not to
block them but to make it as safe as possible to make the stop. I
hit my emergency red and blue dash lights. Michelle was getting
out of the car and at the same time I used my spotlight and lit up the
inside of the car. I saw four people in the suburban. One
driver, one front seat passenger, one left rear passenger and one right
rear passenger. The right rear passenger got out and jumped a
privacy fence. I had yelled "[C name withheld by editor]" to the
guy that scaled the fence. I knew I had no chance of catching him
but yelled this anyway to let him know I knew who he was. I don’t
know if this other guy was [C]. I heard Michelle say, "Rocha,
Rocha stay in the car." The spot light was lighting through the
car and I immediately recognized Daniel Rocha. Rocha was in the
second row. He had scooted over near the right rear passenger
seat. He had been sitting across from the guy who fled. I
knew who he was because we had been looking for him and I knew he had a
theft from person warrant. I had spoken to [D name withheld by
editor] and the case was about Rocha taking a ladies wallet from her
possession at a McDonald’s. I knew there was a get away car
involved in the theft from person case but I don’t remember what kind
of car it was. I had no information that Rocha was associated
with the suburban that we just stopped. Michelle had gone to the
driver’s side but I was completely focused on Rocha. I don’t know
what happened to the front passenger.

I went to the rear passenger door. The stop sign is behind me and
there is a curb in between the suburban and the sidewalk. I’m
pretty sure I open the rear passenger door. I’m thinking I need
to contain him inside the vehicle because I don’t want him to fight and
run. I’m trying to keep him in the suburban. Both my hands
are empty. I usually carry a small flashlight in the cargo pocket
of my pants. I had opened the door and was leaning inside the
vehicle. He had scooted to the spot nearly behind the front
passenger seat. There is no doubt in my mind that he knew I was a
cop and no doubt in my mind that he knew I knew who he was. I
don’t remember exactly what I was telling him. I said his name a
couple of times. I think I told him he had a warrant. I
went to feel his body, initially he was relaxed and cooperating and he
was raising his hands and asking me what was going on, he was also
moving into me and toward the door. I was definitely blocking the
door. All of a sudden he tenses up and then he lunged at
me. The fight is on. He was grabbing at my chest and
body. He is using his force to try to get past me. He was
doing everything he could to get past me by muscling me. I wear a
police vest that has POLICE on the right upper chest area. There
are two velcro pockets on the front of the vest. In my right
pocket I have my taser that is Velcro’s in and in the left pocket I had
my badge pinned to the outside and a blue folding knife in it.
Rocha had his hands up near my head and upper body when he tensed up
and started fighting. The fight was happening while still inside
the vehicle. I’m trying to keep him in the vehicle and he
overpowered me and he got his legs out first. He spins out toward
the rear of the suburban as I’m still trying to hold onto him. I
saw Sgt. Doyle run up from the rear and grab Rocha’s back or right
side. Sgt. Was on the opposite side I was on. Rocha was
fighting very hard. Sgt. was trying to get control of Rocha’s
torso while I was trying to get control of body too. My back was
to the suburban and both Sgt and I were trying to get Rocha onto the
ground. It’s been my experience that if we could get him to the
ground it was to our advantage to get the person handcuffed.
Rocha and I are on the ground and we are fully engaged in a
fight. I was on my knees and I have bruises. By this time,
Sgt. Doyle was no longer engaged with Rocha. I think Sgt. Fell
and ended up to the far left of where Rocha and I were. I would
describe it as a fight and wrestling match. His arms are on the
inside of me and I could feel him grabbing at my vest and waist.
He [w]as in my upper body and arms. There was no time to get the
handcuffs out or anything else because we were fighting so hard.
I remeber thinking two of us can’t even get this guy to the ground and
we were fighting so hard with him.

Sgt. Doyle was off to the side. Rocha’s body comes off me and
lunges toward Sgt. Doyle. I’m pawing at my vest to look for my
taser I was still on my knees as I was looking for my taser. I
was looking for it to use on Rocha. Rocha’s body was off to my
left side but now he was on top of my boss. I could see Sgt.
Doyle and Rocha fighting. Sgt. Doyle had on blue jeans, dark
shirt and police raid vest. I think Sgt. Was tilted back or on
his side. I couldn’t see Sgt. Face. He was to the left of
Rocha. I was scared for my life and for my boss’ life. I
was worried about Rocha using my taser and using it on my boss and
taking his gun. I have been in a number of fights before and
never have I felt this scared and afraid. I was focued on Rocha’s
white shirt. I felt for my taser and it was gone, I couldn’t see
Rocha’s hands as he was fighting with Sgt. Doyle. Instinctively I
grabbed for my gun and shot him once. I think I shot him in the
back left shoulder. I only shot him once. Self-preservation
took over.

I yelled to Sgt. "I shot him, I shot him." Sgt. Went to Rocha and
turned him over. When I shot him, Rocha lunged forward and then
fell. Rocha was face down. Sgt. rolls Rocha over and said
something to him. Sgt. got on the radio and called for
assistance. I walked around and ripped my vest off and laid it on
the trunk of my car. I put the gun on the trunk of my car and I
don’t remember re-holstering my gun. I remember feeling for my
gun and couldn’t find it and later [Y] told me it was in the front seat
of my car. I remember seeing my gun on the driver’s seat of my
car. I don’t remember if an officer came up and took the gun from
me. They must have taken it off the trunk of the car. I
remember putting it on the trunk and just remember wanting to put it
down.

Very quickly everyone was there…..

Signed and notarized June 10, 2005

Probable body positions:

Probable body positions for the deceased include down on one or both knees or bent over at the waist.

Probable body positions for the shooter include standing or kneeling to the left front side of the deceased.

Additional movement of the shooter is possible if the arm is bent instead of straight out.

TBI, LLC A Forensic Education & Consulting Company (Norman OK)

Or (to mix our literary allusions) as Thoreau very nearly said:

Practically speaking, the opponents to education reform in Texas are not a
couple hundred politicians in Austin, but a hundred thousand merchants
and farmers in the rest of the state, who are more interested in
commerce and agriculture than they are in humanity, and are not
prepared to do justice to children or their education, cost what it may. I quarrell not with elected foes, but with those who elect them, who
co-operate with them and do their bidding, the voters, without whom the
elected suits would be harmless, perhaps even willing to appear able.

Would you re-elect a representative, senator, lieutenant governor, or
governor who helped to pass a state income tax for education? Yes or
No?  See poll at home page, because after a while, we have to ask
if WE are ready to help solve this problem.  Can’t blame the lege
if nobody’s votin’ on THIS question.

Note: The first ‘yes’ vote comes from the
editor. In the past 48 hours the poll has gone from a Lone Star state,
to a Texas two-step, and now look! There’s a crowd! Three (count em)
Texans on
record.  At this rate, we reach a quorum for justice in some
future millennium yet to be calendared.  Hang in there, children
of Texas, if we won’t fund the schools, we’ll damn sure build the
prisons!

Imagining Genocide as Crime Reduction

By Greg Moses

OpEdNews / CounterPunch

Taking a page from his Book of Cracker Virtues, Texas trained
philosopher William Bennett this week performed a little thought
experiment where genocide by means of abortion might be used to bring
down the crime rate. Of course it is appalling how Bennett’s mind plays
around with the souls of black folk, one moment imagining a whole
peoples aborted, but such is the nature of the souls of white folk,
flying right through the concept of genocide without noticing the
horrific criminality in that.

In Bennett’s concept of the American crime rate, of course,
genocide never counts. Neither does theft of labor. With these two
great and obvious categories of crime dismissed, the souls of white
folk may then be quite easily imagined to have worked their way to
Democracy in America by means of honest trade, fair elections, and
saintly patience, never bothering no one, and only occasionally
dismayed by inappropriate displays of ingratitude.
The logic of the club is how W. E. B. Du Bois once punned it.
And everywhere one looks, that logic holds like double epoxy. Of
course, the USA Senate is the ultimate club in both senses of the term,
with its predictable traditions of genocide, labor theft, war, and today’s
nominee as Supreme Court Chief Justice who need not even bother to
produce his work product as understudy to a civil rights bashing
attorney general.

Or how about those grand juries? About half of white America
is cheering the Travis County Grand Jury for yesterday’s indictment of
the House Majority Leader. But where was anybody last month when that
same Grand Jury no-billed a white police officer who shot an unarmed
Latino in the back? That killing wasn’t even considered a tiny bit
criminal. And that story barely made state news. But politicians
taking money from Sears? My god, that sounds like a felony for sure.

So anyway, thanks again Bill Bennett for teaching your Intro
to Cracker Virtues class again this Fall. Your instructions serve as an
indispensable refresher course to the criteria of educational
excellence that continue to dominate the definition of American
intelligence. And your civics of justice remind us what the heart of
the American system sounds like as it continues to make such a small
world of us all, from Biloxi to Baghdad alike.