A new encounter has left me less than hopeful about the legal system in which some of us live under. Also, my faith has withered a bit more about people as well in general. I am going to use this as my statement of what occured Friday morning around 2:00, the date of June 12, 2009.
First, I will speak on the back ground to better inform you of what has happened. For the past while I have been a Sound Tech Contract Employee at a bar in lower Marietta, Georgia. The name of the bar is Bradley’s American Cafe which is located off Lower Roswell Rd. near the intersection with Johnson Ferry Road. Also, I have been a musician closely knitted with the group of musicians that helped make that venue populated.
Now that you know that, here is what happened. As a precursor to what happened, a number of musicians including members of the Willie Heath Neal’s Damned Ole’ Opry, The No Count Palooka’s, and various other local groups have been boycotting the venue for two weeks prior to that Friday morning. What happened for them was that there was a female who was inappropriately hastled by a male at the venue. Instead of taking the famale’s honor into consideration, the owner of the venue took the male’s side of the issue and allowed him to remain a patron. That is just the jist of it.
After that, about a week and a half later I was called by the boss to be told my services may not be needed because he was going in a “different direction” with the venue. He said he was going to be getting a pool table. Now mind you, he never said not to show up for work that weekend. Then I heard through a random patron at another bar that Bradley’s had a pool table. Since I was on my way to my friends house for the rest of her birthday party and driving by the bar, I decided to drop in.
As I entered the door I first saw the table. Then I started asking around for Lisa, Matt, or some other employee I have been working with. Which would be the whole night staff. I was going to ask wether or not to show up that night to work. Now, they were nowhere to be found. So I walked over to Michelle, a new waitress who was working there to ask her what was going on. As I started to talk, this man to my right asked if he could help me with anything. I said well I am looking for the bartender or manager on duty. I asked for Lisa as well. He promptly stood up and stood in my face. He didn’t bother to say that the place was closed, nor that he was just hired to work there, or anything that would have made good since. He told me to leave.
I told him exactly why I was there and what I do and he said to me, “no you don’t.” He said so as if I was supposed to know him. Then he told me to leave again. I then asked him who he thought he was.
That is when he pushed me in the center of my chest, which is weakened per a heart surgery. I stood back into him and said, “hold off there man.” Or at least I tried. The next act of his was to grab me by my throat and carry me outside.
Of course now I was pissed and confused. So I called the owner, John Capone, to ask him what was going on. He then started getting onto me too for calling him so late. I told him some guy, whom still at this point was not known to me as the manager, had assaulted me. John said he wouldn’t do anything about it. Even after I called him back to say if he didn’t I would. So I called the police.
When the police arrive I told them how I had battery commited against me. The male office, S.T. Walton, went inside and then came back outside and started questioning me. He told me there was no marks on my neck and he did not arrest the man I wanted arrested for assualt and battery. Instead he took my honesty and used it against me.
I told them I had a limited amount to drink that night and he told me I was drunk. I told him I am a transplantee, and he said well you can’t stand straight. So I told him about my right leg and how it has sciatica, muscle tension, and drop-foot, and he gave me a warning about driving hom. Then he called a cab, and told me if I set foot on Bradley’s property again Criminal Trespassing would be weighed against me.
I will not know why these things happened, but I do know that my old boss is dishonest. He allows violence. Later he told me that I was endangering his license. Which in no way was true. He is just an idiot as far as that goes, all he had to do was reprmand his new employee and explain to me why he did not tell me I was to be let go immediately. That is all he had to do. In other words, his job.
I also know now that Cobb County Police won’t do their job. Instead they just make assumptions and are quite rude. A man commited battery on me and he wasn’t even so much as detained. Where I was for what could have been a trumpt up charge of Drunk in Public.
These are the reasons, the ones from before and of that Friday morning. These are the reasons I emplore you, and I mean anyone you talk to as well…I ask you to boycott that venue and hopefully, it will crumble under the weight of its’ arrogant owner and new staff that are violent and idiotic. Please, boycott Bradley’s now.
