offi cer down Overwhelming Physical Force: The Carl Everett/Linda Mason Incident
Association, but did not make any immedi- ate connection between them and the man in front of him. T e man’s Hispanic appearance indi- cated that he was probably the same man who had been with the suspect in the bar earlier. Everett stepped over to the door, which opened inward, and stood along its hinged side. It was only open about six inches, and the man seemed to be trying to block it from being pushed open further. “I’d like to speak to the man who just went into your room,” Everett requested. T e man shrugged, “No English.” “T e man who just walked into your room,” Everett repeated, speaking more slowly, “I’d like to talk to him.” “No English. No man, just girlfriend,” the man said in broken English. Assuming the man to be Hispanic, Ever- ett tried Spanish, “Hablo Espanol?” “No, I Korean.” “Identifi cation,” Everett said, “I need to see some identifi cation.” T e man handed him a driver’s license showing the name Choi Kon, another name which neither offi cer recognized. Recalling only the fi rst name listed on the registration card, Everett asked, “Is Glenn here?” “No Glenn. Just girlfriend.” Everett slipped one foot into the door, and repeated the request, again with the same response. T ings were getting tense. Everett grabbed his walkie-talkie and called for a supervisor. Determined not to let Choi out of his sight, he kept one foot in the door while continuing to make the same demand, always with the same denial from Choi.
alone!”
“Look,” Choi fi nally spat out, “leave me He stepped out of the door, placed one
large hand on Everett’s chest, and pushed him backward. It wasn’t a particularly ag- gressive shove, just enough to let Everett know Choi could move him. Choi started back toward the door, but it had closed. He tried it, but it was locked. Now standing out in the open, it suddenly seemed to dawn on him that he was in his underwear in front of
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a woman—Mason. He looked embarrassed. The door opened, and Choi quickly stepped back inside before either offi cer could see who had opened it. Everett put his foot inside the door again. “Look, we’re not gonna leave. We have to talk to Glenn fi rst.” “Move your foot out of the door,” Choi demanded.
Everett refused. Choi repeated his de- mand, but made no eff ort to force Everett to comply. T ey were getting nowhere. Mason bent toward the door. “We just need to talk to Glenn for a minute,” she said. “He isn’t here right now,” Choi re- sponded.
“Hold on,” Everett interjected, “You said there was no Glenn here. Now you’re saying he just isn’t here right now. Do you know him or not?”
Choi’s face tightened with anger. He pulled the door open, stepped over the threshold and butted Everett’s chest with his own. “You go away now! I’m a pro wrestler; I head butt you and you never get up!” T is guy’s not kidding, Everett thought. He withdrew his fl ashlight from its ring and held it down by his leg in his right hand. T e “AWA” emblem on Choi’s shirt, his great bulk, and the cool certainty in his voice left little doubt that Choi was capable of doing a lot of damage. Everett snatched the walkie off his belt, gave his call number and asked for help, “10-78, 10-33!” T e troops would be coming, but Everett didn’t know how long they could hold out. T ey were at the far northeast edge of town, with the closest assist car at least fi ve min- utes away—unless the sergeant was closer by now. An odd thought came to Everett’s mind: What if Choi didn’t resist after all? Wouldn’t that make them look stupid? He didn’t have to worry about it for long. The door seemed to explode off its hinges! Glenn Roper, a six-foot-four, 260-pound hulk, shot past Choi, growl- ing something about being harassed. Ev- erett was being grabbed by his coat front and lifted off his feet! Wham! Everything happened so quickly that Everett didn’t have time to grasp it all before the blow
landed! Roper’s gigantic fi st crashed into the stunned offi cer’s face with tremendous force, setting off an explosion in his skull! Everett could feel himself hit the fl oor, face down. “Where the hell did he come from?” Everett thought as he lost consciousness. Everett came to less than a minute later, dazed and baffl ed by what had happened. Later, he learned that Roper had straddled him and started to deliver a crushing two- fi sted rabbit punch to the back of his neck, but Mason had moved in quickly to stop him. She came up behind Roper, grabbed one of his hands, and whipped it around behind his back before he could react. T e young offi cer’s victory was brief, however. Roper spun around, grabbed her by the coat collar and gun belt, and slammed her head fi rst into the wall. She dropped to the fl oor. He bent over, picked her up, and began whipping her back and forth, slam- ming her into the walls on both sides of the hallway. Seemingly tiring of this, he dropped her limp form to the fl oor. As the giant wrestler bent over her, Mason, dazed and looking for something with which to pull herself up, grabbed the fi rst thing she saw—Roper’s shirt—and pulled. T e shirt ripped and she crashed back down onto the fl oor. Roper took a half-step back and began kicking her in the stomach, ribs and back.
Then, with Everett still unconscious and unable to help the young offi cer, Choi joined in the attack. After they had both worked Mason over for a while, Roper backed off and let Choi at her alone. Choi moved up to a spot next to Mason’s head, arched himself upward with one knee raised, and, with all his bulk crashing down behind it, slammed the knee down into the back of the offi cer’s neck. T e blow knocked Mason unconscious, but they weren’t fi nished. Roper picked her up and began slamming her into the walls again.
Meanwhile, Everett was drifting back into consciousness. Still stunned and confused, it took him several moments to get his bear- ings. As the reality of the situation drifted
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