I swear sisters get no love here in A-merry-ca. By now I am sure that everyone has heard the story of Mitrice Richardson. (Wait, she isn't blond haired or blue eyed, so maybe not.) Ms. Richardson was arrested by LA County's finest after allegedly not paying a restaurant their money for a nice meal in upscale Malibu. (Whatever happened to just washing dishes and working off your debt?)
So now, of course, all you black folks are focused on the police aspect of this case, and rightfully so. But what bothers me about this story is the behavior of the folks in the restaurant that night:
"The missing woman, who worked as an executive assistant and lived with her grandmother in Los Angeles, holds a degree from Cal State Fullerton and planned to go to graduate school to pursue a doctorate in psychology. On Wednesday, Sept. 17, she drove to an upscale restaurant in Malibu, 40 miles from her home, where staff said she was behaving oddly, at one point sitting down with a table of six and engaging them in conversation.
Jeff Peterson, the restaurant’s owner, said her erratic behavior was noticed by customers and employees. “There was something a little strange about her,” he told CNN. “She wasn’t
mentally ill, not ranting or raving. You couldn’t put your finger on it.”
When Richardson was presented with an $89 check, Peterson told police, she said she had no money and couldn’t pay. According to Sutton, her daughter called her great-grandmother, who offered to pay the bill over the phone, but the restaurant said they couldn’t do that. Instead, Peterson called the sheriff’s deputy out of concern for Richardson’s safety, he said."
"There was something a little strange about her"? Really? How about she might just have had a few drinks too many? And Mr. Peterson, you didn't call the po po out of concern for Ms. Richardson's safety, you called the po po because you wanted your damn $89!
Why couldn't you have waited for her great-grandmother to show up? If that was "missy", you would have made a nice comfortable bed for her in the back, called her great-grandmother, and made her some hot tea or "co co" while you and your staff waited for great-grandma to show up. Oh field, there you go with the racial angle. Well....
As for the cops leaving her out in the middle of nowhere; hey that's par for the course here in A-merry-ca, so that doesn't really surprise me. That kind of shit is not even worth blogging about anymore:
"Richardson’s parents say she should never have been released at that hour with no
transportation or money. Michael Richardson said deputies told him they were not running a baby-sitting service. He told Lauer he was also told that there was no room to keep her at the jail, but the father said he checked police records and discovered that there was only one other prisoner at the jail that day between 1:30 a.m. and that afternoon.
“It’s all inconsistencies,” Michael Richardson told Lauer. “I’ve talked to them several times.” He said he was first told that deputies told his daughter she could sleep in the lobby. Then, he said, he was told she was offered a bed in a cell. Then he says he was told about the alleged overcrowding."
"Overcrowding" in a Malibu jail? Yeah right, and Lark Voorhies is up in the Poconos this weekend preparing for a rendezvous with the field. Give me a break!
Anyway, to be continued. Let's see how this story plays itself out. In the meantime a family is missing a loved one, and unfortunately, it seems like it could have all been prevented.
Let's just hope that this story has a happy ending. In spite of all the efforts by the players involved to make it a sad one.
Pic courtesy of The Daily Voice.