They dragged her off the bike like she was nothing. One officer twisted her wrist so hard it cracked. Another yanked her by the hair, laughing like it was some kind of game. They wore no name tags, no badges just jeans and cheap jackets. Through it all, the woman said nothing. Her name was Naomi Greavves, and she already knew exactly how this was going to play out.
This happened in Easton, Illinois a forgotten city where the factories are dead, the streets are cracked, and the cops act like kings. It’s the kind of place where people keep their heads down and their mouths shut. But Naomi wasn’t like most people. She wasn’t there by accident. She came for a reason.
She didn’t arrive in a fancy car or with a security team. She came alone, on a battered electric bike that rattled at every turn. Her coat was oversized, her jeans torn at the knees. To anyone passing by, she looked like an ordinary woman maybe even…..Read Full Story Here………………..
