The excerpt below from an interview with a policemen in Saturday’s Le Figaro speaks for itself.Can you describe what Black Monday was like for law enforcement?
Just ” youts”.
At Hélène at around 6:30 p.m. we were called in to back up fellow officers who were getting stones and Molotov cocktails thrown at them in the housing project. We ran in as a unit with our helmets and shields. We received permission to fire rubber bullets and tear-gas grenades. I had a spotlight and tried to illuminate the targets.
Where were the rioters?
Dozens of them were about fifteen meters from me when two tear-gas canisters were released. Suddenly, I heard the slam of detonations. Four of my colleagues crumbled all at once. I found myself alone and I grabbed a shield to avoid becoming a target. We have to protect our fallen wounded. Shortly thereafter, a sniper in a bush, maybe the same shooter, kept firing at us. We had to take cover like rabbits while they kept up their deluge of projectiles. The thugs really wanted to kill a cop ...
The worst was thus averted ...
Absolutely. In a corner, a stranger pulled out a pump action shotgun. Then I saw a colleague drop his shield when he got hit in the legs. The then drew his pistol. He waited for the shooter to reload before he could fire.
Elsewhere 20 Minutes elaborates on a injury of a Chief of Police in one of the better know hellholes.
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