They pulled them all out of the van and sat them all down on the sidewalk, cuffed.
Then they opened up everything in the van and started questioning them.
A crowd grew, including several parents of the boys themselves.
They spoke to each other across the street, letting each other know they were alright and exchanging phone numbers to call.
But people were still quiet, and tried not to rile up the cops.
Several boys went in and out of the crowd telling people to keep quiet.
A guy from the crowd approached them and began writing down numbers in a notebook that the guys in the paddy wagon needed to call.
One of the mothers of one of the boys called out and asked if her son had been put in a seatbelt.
One of the cops nodded yes.
At these words, ALL the cops tensed up. The big cop slammed the doors of the paddy wagon.
The young man with the notebook began protesting and apologizing. "We're sorry officer, we didn't mean any offense!"
The guy with the notebook started cursing the mother.
"That's against the law!" shouted the mother.
Eventually everyone dispersed, realizing there was nothing more anyone could do.
They're the ones who have to deal with the police on a regular basis.
And when the cops are pissed, they deal with the biggest brunt.
This played out steps from my front door.
Nobody knows what basis they had to search the van. Or who called the cops.
It's really hard not to feel powerless against them. They acted with complete and absolute power.