* * * * * As I sprinted up to the front door, I jammed on the brakes – abruptly confronting the brutal, true nature of law enforcement. What I was about to witness would alter me for the rest of my life. Lying on his back in the entrance – with the glass door held open by his body – was a large Black man, late twenties, who had to be at least Six-foot-five, and weighing in at 250 pounds. He was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt with jeans and sneakers. He had also been shot above the left eye by a snub-nosed, .38 caliber, revolver. And here, dear reader, was where the true horror began. Although his eyes were closed...the Black man was still alive! At once finding myself in a macabre nightmare, I observed his mouth open widely - resemblin...