My Son’s Grandmother, Joy Gardner, Was Killed by the British Police, and it Haunts me to This Day.

Mrs. Gardner, my son’s grandmother, died when she was restrained with handcuffs and leather straps and gagged with a 13-foot length adhesive tape wrapped around her head

I moved to Tottenham, North London, in 2007, and I met my son's father the same year. At that time, I discovered that my son's father was the son of Joy Gardner, the woman who was…

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