Yeah, beating them up, right?

So I was out there and the female officer said,

to get back inside the house or it's not going to adverse you too.

It happened just before midnight on a Tuesday,

two months before the trial of Chris Sheriff Enowet Asfaha.

Six uniformed Toronto police officers arrive at the home of Marjorie and Lloyd Sheriff, Chris's parents.

Chris's inside on house arrest had been for two years.

This was around the time that prosecutors were assessing the gang information Officer Nasser had dug up from two confidential informants.

We thought it was Chris. They came. Sir Nasser had dug up from two confidential informants.

We thought it was Chris.

Lloyd, Chris's father, gets off the couch and walks slowly to the door.

He'd been dealing with some health issues at the time.

There are two police officers on the porch,

others grouped in a huddle on the lawn.

One asks his name.

When he says Lloyd Sheriff, an officer grabs him and drags him out onto the grass.

A few minutes before, he and Marjorie had been watching the news on TV.

Now he's face down on the front lawn.

Marjorie yells at a female officer standing near the front door. Because I said to him, why are you guys beating him up?

He's an old sick man. He's sick. He's a diabetic. He's sick.

Chris, who'd been in the basement with his girlfriend, rushes upstairs.

Through the open door, he sees his father on the ground, being kicked and punched.

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