It was a warm Friday afternoon at the corner of Maple Street, just outside Bridgeport’s busy city center. Officer Greg Mat had just finished his lunch break and was sitting in his patrol car, sipping the last bit of his coffee. Greg was one of those officers who seemed to believe that the badge on his chest gave him the right to treat others however he wanted. But today, that badge would lead him into a situation he’d regret for the rest of his life.
Across the street, a Black man dressed in a dark suit stepped out of a nearby café. His name was Marcus Harris—a confident and calm man. Though he had grown up in Bridgeport, he had spent the last few years working in another….Read Full Story Here…………….
