Interview with Albert Wilson
QUESTION 14
JUDY RICHARDSON:

So, you're in the store. What happens?

ALBERT WILSON:

All right, I'm in the store and I'm behind a partition where they would keep the unused merchandise with the rest of my neighbors and I'm back there with them. And I hear this officer say, "You Black motherfuckers come out from back there." And, ah, me being I guess naive, young, and stupid, not knowing what danger I was really in, I get up to go and obey him. And I get to the door and at the time I hear my neighbors say, "No, don't go out there! Come back here and lay down with us!" And so I'm going to obey them anyway, more, rather than obey him. So I went, I turned to go back and, ah, at that time I don't know, ah, it seems as if, ah, I saw a flash of light and I went and lay down on a bolt-end of carpeting to wake up a couple of days later to find out that.** I couldn't walk. And I found that out through my mother. Listening, hearing the doctor tell my mother, "We don't think he'll ever walk again."



JUDY RICHARDSON:

You're in the store and you hear the officer. What happens?

ALBERT WILSON:

Right, I'm in this store, five and dime, and I'm behind a partition where the store owners would keep their unused merchandise until it's used, with the rest of my neighbors and, ah, friends from the block, from my street. And, ah, I hear someone from the front say, "You Black motherfuckers come out from back there." And immediately I get up to come out, towards the door.

JUDY RICHARDSON:

Sorry. If you can start and mention that it's the police officer. Just start again from the beginning.

ALBERT WILSON:

OK, I'm in the store and I'm behind a partition with my neighbors and friends from my block. And, ah, I, we all back there. Actually at this time we hear someone say, "The police are coming." And everyone began to look for a way out. But the bars are on the door so there's no way out. So, everyone finds a place to hide. And I was told to find a place to hide too. And I hear this officer say, police officer say, "All of you Black motherfuckers come out from back there." Well, I immediately get up and come to the door, as you know, head for the door, the archway of the door, to do what he says. When I'm told by, I hear a voice and I, one of my neighbors, I knew it was her voice, and she told me, "Don't go out there! Come back! Come back!" And at that time I went to turn to go back and get there next to her behind this bolt-end of carpeting and, ah, I just remember seeing a flash of light at that time and going back there to lay down on a bolt-end, to wake up, I guess a couple of days later and to hear a doctor tell my mother that, um, the bullet had injured my spine and I probably wouldn't walk again.** But at that point she said, they had told her that I would live, you know, but I wouldn't walk, so. I knew that I was paralyzed then and that I couldn't walk and what this was, you know.