Women arrested for 'slapping' police horse at Trump protest in Kansas City
. . . this was a bad idea, and not because of the arrest.
Way back at the dawn of time, perhaps 1989 or 1990, I was working in downtown Portlandia for a law firm located in the US Bancorp tower. To the south, it was downtown city core, business folk, to the north, drug dealers, transients, and the like. I parked up to the north, the cost of parking was less, na I was still attending law school, and clerking, not even an associate attorney at the time. One summer afternoon, I left work to attend a class, while walking north on 5th Avenue, I noticed a drug deal going down. A bicycle cop rode up immediately behind the deal, watched for a minute, then backed off. I slowed, and finally stopped. I was not much interested in being in the middle of the mayhem of a drug bust, even a small time bust.
About one minute after the bike cop backed off, two horse cops rounded the corner, the bike cop, and his partner who I hadn't noticed rode off after the buyer. The horse cops rode up and began talking to the dealer, who wasn't just dealing he was in full tweek. The dude was as sketchy as they come, and pretty soon he began edging away from the cops. One told him to stop, but he smacked the horse in the head, and bolted, like he could out run a police horse! he made about 20 steps before the horse shot off after him, ran him down and slammed him into the brick building wall, actually rolled him along the wall till he was back behind the officer. For a minute he grunted and made some noise, but his feet were off the ground, and the horse had him pinned tight. Once the horse let off, he crumpled, they cuffed him, and I finished walking to my car. I still sometimes wonder how many bones he broke when the horse slammed him into that wall.
That day I dropped a note self in the permanent file, don't piss off a police horse.
This chick was lucky, she walked, and was arrested by some nice men with guns, not an angry horse.