In the news recently: “Many of those joining the more than two weeks of protests have been calling for a ban on chokeholds and other methods of restraint used by police.”
One of the three main characters in my soon-to-be-released trilogy, #Crazy101, knows a thing or two about police chokeholds. While ‘Crazy 101’ is a work of fiction, many of the scenes depicted in the book are based on true events. I got a sampling of just how horrifying it is to be placed in a choke hold when I worked for the Phoenix Police Department and was dating one of their officers, Donald William Klomp, now retired and enjoying a full pension. One of the characters in the trilogy, Marley, is largely a reflection of my own experiences; Officer Klomp provided the inspiration for the character of Officer Dick Muenster — the real Officer Klomp was such an evil bastard, his squadmates called him “Monster.”
The following excerpt is from Crazy 101, Book I, The Dungeon:
It happened so fast, she never saw it coming. Dick pounced from behind and wrapped his arm around her neck—a chokehold—and was now dragging her backward across the living room and towards the spare bedroom. The instant Marley realized what was happening to her, she began to fight back, but all she could do was ineffectively kick her legs and claw at the arm encircling her neck as she screamed, again, and again, “Let me go!”
He was twice her size and his strength was amplified by his fury. Even her screams were outmatched as he yelled into the back of her head, at the top of his lungs, “Your fault! You made me do this!” At the threshold of the spare bedroom, Marley grabbed onto the door frame to gain leverage against him but the force of his pull against her neck made it impossible to hold on. He dragged her to the bedroom’s closet door, flung it opened and reached with his free arm for the mahogany box sitting on an overhead shelf.
Marley remembered the box…and the commemorative Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum it held. Panic surged through her veins. She wasn’t ready to die. Not here. Not now. . .
Not like this.