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LaTasha Lux is a proudly tattooed wife, mother, lover of sci-fi, book nerd, “Disnerd” and photographer. She recently contributed to our gallery of photos from recent protests.
July 5, 2020.
That date is forever stamped on my memory. On July 5, 2020, I became a victim.
Twice.
A little about me. I’m a wife and a mom. I work full time and I love photography. Photography is my passion, and when I had the opportunity to use photography to help tell the story of Milwaukee’s peaceful protests in the wake of the police murder of George Floyd I jumped at the chance.
Now, I’m not exactly what you would call shy, but I am no extrovert. I had no contacts and no idea how to start, but I grabbed my cameras and headed out anyway. What happened next was day after day of miles-long marches, meeting organizers and protesters, hearing the stories. I felt honored that I was trusted to share their fight for justice. I enjoyed my time out there with them.
And then July 5, 2020, happened. It was another protest, another group of people passionate about their cause, calling for social justice, inclusion, an end to police brutality. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that day. The march started late due to rain, but then the sun came out and we were on the move.
I made my way through the marchers, capturing images, talking with people. The group was stopped at the intersection of North Old World Third and East State streets when I heard a commotion behind me. I ran toward the noise and saw a man and a woman, who appeared to be drunk, shouting at the marchers. I began photographing.
This wasn’t something new, I’d seen this before. People were not shy about sharing their displeasure with seeing protesters. It’s important to capture these interactions as well as the marches themselves.
Through my viewfinder I saw the man turn to face me. It didn’t register to me that he was actually approaching me.
Then I felt the impact, and all hell broke loose. It took a few seconds for me to realize what had just happened. This man had just hit me. Looking back, I’m grateful I had the camera up to my face.
I was just assaulted. Someone put an ice pack in my hand and guided me over to a seat. I called 911.
The police showed up quickly. I was asked what happened and if I could describe the person who’d assaulted me. I showed them photos of the couple.
And then I waited. And waited. And waited. Witnesses were interviewed. Videos of the incident were viewed. And I waited. I was asked more questions.
Over the course of the next five hours, I sat and waited with no access to food, water or a restroom. The questions the police were asking began to shift: “What were you doing?” “Are you sure that’s how it happened?” “That’s not the story they’re telling.”
The “they” being the man who hit me and the woman he was with. I guess now is a good time to mention I am an African American woman. The man who hit me is white, as is his female companion.
I began to worry that I might be arrested. When I was taken into an alley and told to get into an unmarked car to speak with a detective, I was afraid for my life.
Let me say that again: I was afraid for my life.
I gave my phone and the unlock code to a friend who’d been waiting with me. I told her my wallet was in my camera bag. I asked her to call my husband, just in case.
Five hours after I was hit in the face, I was allowed to go home. It wasn’t until close to midnight that I found out that the man who’d assaulted me is a Milwaukee Police Department officer.
I was assaulted by a belligerent, off-duty Milwaukee police officer, and then I was subjected to hours of other MPD officers attempting to cover up for him.
Who are you supposed to call when the police are committing the crimes?
In the days following my assault, I was diagnosed with a concussion and I began having anxiety attacks. I didn’t feel safe in my home and I didn’t feel safe outside my home.
Then the nightmares started. I was victimized twice that day, once at the hands of an officer when he hit me and once at the hands of every one of those responding officers, who took an oath to serve and protect, when they decided I was not worthy of their service and protection.
I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m scared. And all the emotions in between. People have described me as strong — as brave — but I don’t feel that way. A little piece of me was stolen on July 5, 2020, and I feel its loss every second of every day.
I want to be the person that I was before that day. I want to get back out and continue to use my camera to tell the stories without my hands shaking. I want the tears to stop sneaking up on me.
Most of all, I want the officer who attacked me and the police officers who attempted to help him by covering up for him to face consequences for what they did to me that day.
At the time of publishing, this incident is under investigation by the Milwaukee Police Department.
Marcia Romashko says
I am so sorry for both of your attacks…..thank you for sharing, LaTasha…we all need to hear what is going on!
Danell Cross says
I am so sorry that you too we victimized. but i am not surprised that an off duty cop in Milwaukee would do this and that his fellow officers black or white would run cover. I appreciate the fact that you were able to still lift up your personal power and write about. Some of our community have had this beaten out of them but together using our collective power we will continue to move forward for change. Love you sister.
Harry says
Don’t let them win LaTasha. Don’t let them take away your joy and passion. Keep clicking that camera and capturing Milwaukee history. You’re doing important things.
PS, I’m scared too when I hear stories like yours.
Tamara says
LaTasha,
My heart breaks that this happened and to you, one of the sweetest, most caring woman that I know. The fact that you still have not had justice at all makes me mad. Thank you for continuing to share your story, your truth even when you are still struggling. You may not find it brave but many others could and would not.
I am continuing to write and complain that there needs to be a resolution and consequences for this officer.
Grown Folks says
Latasha
I am so so sorry. I am mad as hell and I know where u r coming from. Where do we get our help from when the police is bad themselves. I get it, it looks like we gotta take the law into our own hands. I know two wrongs don’t make it right but I bet they will stop hurting us when we start fighting and firing back. I feel your pain
Jill Florence Lackey says
This is utterly shocking!
Joe says
Perhaps a certain demographic that makes up 13% of the population would stop doing criminal acts. Throughout the United States, we see Asian Americans being attacked by Blacks because they are jealous that they work hard and are successful. Democrats and Race Pimps have historically and institutionally used Blacks for votes and to make money off of them.