Sun, Oct 18, 2020 7:26 AM I will never forget what happened during my university days in school. The police brutality I and my friends experienced, and how we were unable to do zilch about it. Even now, the thought about it haunts me badly. The emotional scar it left is still a subtle reminder in my heart. I can't see a man in Police uniform without feeling attacked, without feeling safe, or without feeling the reassurance of my life. That's how bad things have gotten with me. The traumatic pressure and experience. The post traumatic stress of the agony I experienced first-hand. I and my friends were home that frigid afternoon having fun. We skipped lectures that day, because our schedules were free. Plus, we ordered pizza and drinks, chilling and gisting. Oblivious to us, SARS operatives were in our lounge, looking for apartments with opened doors. In o...