The tribal officer and agents found Mr. Mattia near a wooden structure about 100 yards away from his house. They ordered him to come out with his hands up. “I am,” he said and tossed a sheathed machete through the air, which landed near an officer’s feet.
Several officers started yelling, ordering Mr. Mattia to take his hands out of his pocket and get on the ground. Seconds later, they fired the fatal burst of shots.
As the agents handcuffed and flipped Mr. Mattia onto his back, one yelled out to “secure the gun” that they said was beneath his limp body. Instead, they found a cellphone and its case.
Typical. Shout orders at an unarmed man and immediately shoot him.
Armed officers surrounding one man while wearing protective vests, all collectively peeing themselves over what ended up being a cell phone.
Even if the guy had a small weapon, he might be able to get one lucky shot off old west style before they opened up. These folks were just so afraid they had to obliterate him.
