We’ll never know the answer to that question, but what we do know is this: apparently undercover cops, mistakenly, got the idea that either Bell or a companion of his was toting a gun and about to use it in an altercation.
Bell and his friends left the club and went to his car. As he was pulling off, Bell, according to a news story on the nbcnews.com Web site, “bumped and rammed an unmarked police van.”
Trigger-happy undercover cops went buck wild after that, firing nearly 50 shots into Bell’s car. He was killed.
I in no way excuse those trigger-happy cops. My point is that a strip club whose owners and employees are under police investigation for drug offenses and prostitution shouldn’t surprise us.
A fight breaking out on board a “party bus” – one in which strippers are present and where Jacoby Jones gets his skull cracked open – shouldn’t surprise us either.
Let me approach this from another angle: would you want a man that regularly attends strip clubs dating YOUR daughter?
I certainly wouldn’t, and I’m happy to have a daughter who wouldn’t dream of talking to a guy that all but homesteaded in strip clubs.
It might be the womenfolk that break us men of our strip club/stripper obsession. Our daughters might shame us into doing so. In my case, it was a granddaughter that terrified me into giving up strip clubs.
Her name is Kaila Danielle Cherry. She’s 13 years old now, but when she was only 7, she got her little self on the telephone and asked me a question.
“Has Congress apologized to black people for slavery and segregation?” she wanted to know.
I told her Congress did make an apology for slavery.
“What about segregation?” she immediately asked.
It was then that I realized I most certainly did NOT want to have to explain my attendance in a strip joint to Kaila Danielle Cherry.
Yes, it took a 7-year-old girl to make me realize I was too old, annoying and curmudgeonly to make the strip club scene.