I did not press charges because I was a 22-year-old student with no proof and a desire to keep away from trouble.

I'm going to be straightforward with you.

This is a new chance in life for you to realize you are not right about everything, despite your feelings telling you so.

I am telling you the truth. I gain and lose nothing by posting this story online, other than the tiny hope that I can convince a stubborn, biased Chicagoan to gain some greater awareness of his city.

I get it. You have a clear pro-cop emotional bias and assume the stories people tell about police are overblown or fictional. Perhaps some of them are. But I am telling you this, as an honest human being, that the sole purpose of me telling you my story, which I testify is wholly truthful, is to gain the tiniest of victories, the smallest of emotional rewards, by convincing you of a perspective greater than the one you currently hold. You are a stranger upon whom I am attempting to exert positive influence. So for the love of god, just humor the fact that I'm not "full of shit" and try to better your mind. At the very least, choose the possibility of my story being indeterminate over "full of shit." It's not too late.