Hey, you. Hands up, now. Step away from him. you see I'm trying to stop them from fighting? Shut up. We just got a call about a black man beating up a white woman.
That's not true. Are you blind? Can't you see I'm only trying to stop them? I won't repeat myself. Hands up and get on your knees, now.
Yes, officer. Arrest them. This black man and the other woman were attacking me. That's it. No, he's not.
You're under arrest for assault. When two women started fighting on a residential street and nobody stepped in, Dwayne Cole, a man who had just moved to the neighborhood, did what any decent person would do and walked into the middle of the fight to break it up. Only to have Carol Stevens, a white woman in her 50s, call 911 from her window and tell police, "A black man is beating up a white woman. " Then, when Officer Kyle Bennett and his partner arrived, Bennett drew his weapon, ordered Dwayne to his knees, and handcuffed him while Carol pointed and said, "That's him. " And Patricia Mills, the white woman Dwayne had been holding back, told officers that Dwayne and the black woman had been ganging up on her.
Dwayne was dragged to the station in handcuffs, saying nothing more after his protests were ignored. What officers Bennett and Marsh, Carol Stevens, and Patricia Mills didn't know, what they would soon find out, was that the black man they had just arrested and accused wasn't just a regular citizen. He was the city's newly appointed police chief. Before we go further, what city or country are you watching from? Drop it in the comments.
We love seeing where you're tuning in from. And if you believe a black man breaking up a fight shouldn't be arrested for it, like this video and subscribe. Dwayne Cole had moved to the Eastfield neighborhood 2 weeks ago, and in those 2 weeks he had barely introduced himself to more than a handful of people on his street. He was 46 years old, and he had spent the past 20 years in law enforcement, working his way from patrol officer to detective to deputy chief before being appointed as the new police chief of the Harlow City Police Department. He wasn't scheduled to officially report for duty for another week, and he had used the time before his start date to settle into his new home and learn the neighborhood he would now be living in.
He ran every morning without fail, the same 5-mile loop that took him through the residential streets surrounding his house, and it was something he had done for the past 15 years, regardless of the weather or what was happening in his life. That Saturday morning was cool and clear, and Dwayne was coming around the final stretch of his run with about half a mile left to go when he heard the shouting. It started as loud voices, the kind that carried through the still morning air and made heads turn. And as Dwayne came around the corner onto Maple Street, he saw them immediately. Two women, both in their 40s, standing in the middle of the sidewalk in front of a row of houses, and the argument between them had already gone well past the point of words.
The woman, who Dwayne would later learn was named Denise Crawford, was pointing her finger at the white woman in front of her, her voice high and sharp. The woman, Patricia Mills, was pointing right back, and her voice was just as loud. Dwayne slowed his pace and looked around the street. There were three people on their front porches watching. Two people across the street had stopped walking and were filming on their phones.
A man in a car had slowed down to look. Nobody was moving toward the fight. Nobody was doing anything. Then Patricia shoved Denise hard in the chest. Denise stumbled back, caught herself, and came forward swinging.