So… I went to Walmart & on my way out I might have.. kinda.. sorta… found a cat dodging traffic & I might have knelt down & it might have slightly ran into my arms, then ended in my car & wouldn’t get off of my lap the whole way home & might kind of sort of be in my room napping right next to me…
Activists protested for a third day in Madison, Wisconsin, on Sunday over the fatal shooting of an unarmed black teenager by a white policeman, the latest in a string of killings that have intensified concerns of racial bias in U.S. law enforcement.
More than 100 people angry over the death of Tony Robinson Jr. marched through the streets of Madison toward the capital building on Sunday evening, carrying signs, beating drums and chanting “The people united will never be defeated.”
Earlier scores of people who took part in a sign-making event designed to involve children in the civil action rallied outside the apartment home where Robinson died.
Robinson, 19, was shot in Madison, Wisconsin’s capital, on Friday evening after Officer Matt Kenny responded to calls about a man dodging cars in traffic who had allegedly battered another person, Police Chief Mike Koval said.
Kenny, 45, followed the suspect into an apartment, where the officer was struck in the head, according to Koval. Kenny then shot the unarmed teen, who died later in a local hospital.
Last year, the deaths of unarmed black men in Ferguson, Missouri, and New York City triggered a wave of demonstrations against the use of excessive force by law enforcement officers.
Kenny is on paid administrative leave while the Wisconsin Department of Justice conducts an investigation.
In a statement on the city’s website, Madison Mayor Paul Soglin called the shooting “a tragedy beyond description” and said the city would be transparent in communicating results of an investigation into the shooting.
He noted that the incident occurred on the same weekend as the 50th anniversary of the “Bloody Sunday” march in Selma, Alabama, a turning-point in the U.S. civil rights movement. Kenny, a 12-year veteran of the Madison Police Department, was exonerated in a police shooting in 2007 and even earned a commendation in the incident, Koval said.
According to media reports, a 48-year-old man in that instance was shot to death after he pointed a gun at officers and refused to drop his weapon. The weapon was later determined to be a replica of a .38-caliber handgun.
Wisconsin court records show that Robinson pleaded guilty to armed robbery last year and received a probated six-month sentence. Koval declined to comment on Robinson’s record.
Little do people know these days that the Samurai had a manual transmission. Pimp your ride and change gears as fast as legendary warriors with this Samurai sword-style shift knob as you dodge through traffic.
Summary: It befuddled Kara that such a thin disguise could make her feel so heavy, weighing down on her very bones, making her ache in ways she didn’t understand.
The chill in the air invigorated Kara as she followed the sound of police sirens, moving towards the business district as the echoes of gunshots popped her eardrums. She pushed faster and dipped downwards, singling her target out. A black car going about 80 miles an hour, followed by an army of police cars. Undercover drug bust gone wrong, probably.
Kara ignored the freezing wind as she flew closer, dodging street lamps and traffic lights. Weighing her options, she flew beside the black car, matching its speed. The driver noticed, and swerved a little before Kara pulled the driver’s door off of the car. Grabbing the driver by his collar, she tossed him into the back seat, then plopped herself into the driver’s seat and hit the brakes, ignoring the bullets bouncing off of her cape as the guy in the backseat shot at her.
“Go ahead and get it out of your system, buddy,” she said without turning around, and smiled as she heard the click that signaled he was out of bullets. Several police officers came on the scene soon after, and she flew off, glad that the NCPD was starting to trust her again.
After a few muggings, fires and the like, Kara decided it was time to call it a night. A sleep-deprived superhero was of no use to her city: something Kara had learned early on. She flew by the business district once more, and her eyes fell on the CatCo building out of habit, because she liked knowing that her safe haven was still standing, like a bastion of reliability in Kara’s crazy and unpredictable life. What she hadn’t expected to see was Cat Grant sitting in her office at this hour, since it was almost midnight and as far as Kara knew, Carter wasn’t with his dad this week. Which meant that Miss Grant was probably avoiding something. Carter had started high school last month, and her boss had definitely been more irritable lately. Kara wished she could be more involved in Carter’s life, but ever since her babysitting fiasco six months ago, Cat had been clear that it wouldn’t happen again.
On a recent day, just west of Kabul — where the city’s sooty sky gives way to fresher air — Abdul Sadiq coaches four young members of the Afghan National Cycling Federation. They’re working on their riding technique while dodging the free-form traffic.
“The road is very narrow. Make sure you don’t get into an accident, as you can see the cars are coming,” the former competitive cyclist tells them, amid zooming vehicles and honking horns.
They’re at Qargha Lake, whose aquamarine waters sit below a snow-sprinkled mountain backdrop of 13,000-foot peaks. It was here in 2012 that Taliban insurgents attacked a resort, killing 18 Afghans.
But this day is all about riding: The cyclists wear long-sleeve jerseys and full-length tights — and draw hoots, honks and open-mouth stares when they pedal past.
These aren’t ordinary riders: They’re members of Afghanistan’s only women’s cycling team. And in this deeply conservative country where women have long been confined to the shadows, they face more dangerous obstacles than chaotic roads.
Sadiq, who also founded the national men’s cycling team, says he was inspired to form a women’s club a few years ago after his daughter expressed interest in learning to ride.
“After my daughter started cycling, the neighborhood girls became interested in cycling, and then the Afghan media did a report on us, and all of a sudden we had a flood of women,” he recalls.
Sadiq is wearing a decidedly nontraditional coach outfit consisting of a black corduroy suit and the sharp black shoes Afghan men favor. He says about 100 young women are now involved in cycling in Afghanistan, including 10 or so skilled enough to compete. They were in Pakistan in early April for a race. Soon they’ll travel to Kazakhstan for the Asian Cycling Championships.
Despite the team’s growing expertise, there is still a ways to go to find acceptance at home.
Photo: The women of the Afghan National Cycling Federation team train outside Kabul, the capital. They face poor road conditions, terrible traffic, lots of gawking and even threats of violence in pursuit of their sport. (Peter Breslow/NPR)