Justice 4 #TerrenceSterling Protest 300 M Street NW
#TerrenceSterling was murdered by DC Police Officer Brian Trainer on 9/11/16.
Officers from the Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia called in a report that a person on a motorcycle was “diving erratically” in the Adams Morgan area of DC. Shortly after, Officer Brian Trainer and his partner saw Terrence Sterling driving his motorcycle. They said they believed he “fit the description” and pursued him. These officers had three clear opportunities to stop, think about what they were doing and ultimately save Terrence’s life. First the officers were told to stop pursuit of the individual on a motorcycle but they kept chasing, second they used their car as a barricade breaking clear police department policy forcing him to hit the car, third they shot him in the neck when he hit the car. Almost unbelievably the officer did not turn on his body camera until after he killed him. The day after that information was released, Mayor Bowser announced they were changing the policy on body worn cameras. Officers now have to confirm with dispatch that their body cameras are on.
We are outraged, just like Tulsa and Charlotte, at the ongoing murders of Black people by law enforcement.
We are honored to be working with our comrades and partners:
Pan-African Community Action (PACA) Stop Police Terror Project DC Coalition of Concerned Mothers Timothy Dawkins-El Project Million Hoodies Muslim Women’s Policy Forum Asian and Pacific Islander (API) Resistance Showing Up for Racial Justice DC (SURJ)
We demand justice for #TerrenceSterling and all those murdered by police in DC.
Warnings: There’s just kissing and probably swearing.
Word count: 430
“Come here.” Beckoned George as you walked into his office. He was sitting on the corner of his desk. You grinned and attempted to seductively walk towards Washington.
He smiled at you as his eyes raked over your body. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks.
Once you were close enough you nudged his legs further apart and stepped between them. His hands settled on your hips and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Y/N,” George said playfully as you moved so there was hardly an inch between your bodies.
You leaned down and carefully molded your lips against his. His hands reached up to your hair and pulled it down from its ponytail. His fingers trailed through your hair and you couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped from you.
You could feel him smiling against your lips at the noises you were making. He slipped his tongue along the seam of your lips and you couldn’t help but let him in. This man seemed to be your weakness.
“George,” you murmured. And you could feel a slight growl in his throat at you saying his name.
You were so wrapped up in everything that was him that you didn’t hear the sound of his office door opening.
“Sir,” A voice interrupted the bubble the two of you had been stuck in. Both of you jumped apart from each other as if struck with lightning.
“I’m so sorry.” Alexander Hamilton, George’s right hand man began stammering as he stumbled out of the office.
Laughter rang out in the office as the door slammed shut. The smile on George’s face as he was laughing caused you to break out in giggles.
“Oh my god.” You said in between giggles. The sight of Alexander being nervous, a man that seemed always put together and confident; it was just hilarious.
“I should get going. I don’t need to have that effect on any of your other assistants.” You finished as you leaned in and pecked his lips.
“Alright, fine.” George said as he stood up. He leaned down and pecked your lips again, making you want to stay longer.
Purposely, you stepped back to distance yourself from him and not to try and jump him.
“Now I really have to go.” You said as you walked towards the door.
Once outside you noticed Alexander standing there awkwardly with files in his arms.
“Sorry.” You said as you passed him, a blush lit up your face. As soon as you passed him laughter spilled out.