On election night, Ralph Nicoletti, Michael Contreras, and Brian Carranza committed four racially-motivated crimes. They attacked one black man, pushed another, and verbally assaulted a Hispanic. They even hit a white man with a car, incorrectly believing that he was black.
There were relatively few protests
There were many reports of anti-black vandalism
When Trump won:
Protests started nearly immediately and lasted for days.
burned American flags
fought against the police
threw bottles, Molotov cocktails, rocks, and firecrackers
and injured others
The hashtag #NotMyPresident became popular on social media.
People began to fabricate hate crimes in order to make Trump supporters look bad.
Students protested Trump’s victory by not attending their classes. Some universities even provided ‘safe spaces’ for students.
While yelling “you voted for Trump!”, five people beat a 50-year-old man at an intersection. The man’s car was stolen by one of the attackers. It was not classified as a hate crime.
And most recently (and, in my opinion, the most disturbing of all), four black people kidnapped an 18-year-old with special needs. They tied him up, put duct tape on his mouth, cut his clothes, cut his scalp, beat him, and forced him to drink toilet water. Other acts against him may have been committed: he was believed to have been kept hostage for at least 24 hours.
Request: ahhh, thats awsome!! okay, so the reader and parrish had something while his time in the army, but it didn’t really got serious. now the reader moves to beacon hills because of a job and she somehow ends up in his cop car at night and they do it in his cop car. ;)
Author’s Note: I am so excited to finally get this up! I had so much fun planning this out and writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! Here ya go c; AND I LOVE THE TITLE I CAME UP WITH, JUST SAYING! <3 Dear Lord, I am dirty…
Warnings: Smutty smut smut ^.^ and language…also, a lot of dirty talk (lol sorry, not sorry)
I walked down the street, heading back toward my new place. I was taking my time, enjoying the warm California night air. It was dark, being close to midnight, and I probably shouldn’t have been out alone, but I could take care of myself. My years in the Army had taught me how to defend myself rather well, so I wasn’t worried.
The moon was high in the sky, stars twinkling in between the few clouds. I watched the wind rustle the leaves on the trees as I made my way past, just taking in my surroundings and trying to learn everything I could about this new town. I heard a car getting closer, figuring it was just someone driving past, maybe some teenagers that were heading home from a party. When it slowed down, I got a little nervous, picking up my pace.
“Ma’am?” a familiar voice asked, making me turn around. I let out the breath I was holding when I saw that it was just a cop car. “Everything alright? Can I ask why you’re out so late?”