I Refused To Treat A Bleeding Biker Because They’re Gangsters And Criminals

that wouldn’t have been on the floor if I’d done my job.

The waiting room was full of bikers.

Not just the ones who’d come in bloody. More had arrived. Twelve, maybe fifteen. Leather vests. Patches. Bandanas. Tattoos. Every stereotype that had made me look at Ray and see a criminal.

They filled the plastic chairs. Stood against the walls. Paced the hallway.continue reading …