The 15-year-old girl was crying and pleading for help on her phone while standing on the courthouse steps. People in fancy suits walked by Maya as if she weren’t there, and her tears poured down her hurt face. But a person who was inside paying traffic tickets heard everything. Big Mike was the first person to go up to the teen who was crying. Who wants to get you back, honey? At first, she was scared, but then she got desperate.
She added that her dad was a police sergeant who lied to everyone. He was inside, telling the judge that she had lied about what had happened. Three police cars pulled over her foster mother on the way to court. The sergeant’s police friends arrested her on phony charges, making sure that Maya was the only person in that courtroom. The big biker pulled out his phone and sent a message to all the other bikers he knew right away. Within 20 minutes, the sound of motorcycles could be heard. The Iron
The Guardians arrived first, then the Veterans of Steel, and ultimately the Christian Riders. Groups that hadn’t talked to each other in years came together to help a scared girl. Like an army of leather-clad bikers, 47 of them marched into that courtroom. Judge Brennan’s face became pale as they walked in. In his military uniform, Sergeant Davidson looked like a decorated hero. But then he saw the motorcycles. Mia eventually stood up straight, and his smug smirk went away.
The bailiff told individuals not to go through the door since only family members could go to custody hearings. Big Mike looked him straight in the eye and explained that they were all her uncles. Snake stepped forward and showed the bailiff his Vietnam veteran patch when he asked all 47 of them questions. A lot of relatives. Is it a problem? There were a lot of folks in leather coats who looked ancient in the courtroom. People understood that Judge Brennan made rulings quickly and usually sided with the cops. When Copather’s expensive lawyer spotted Ma sitting by herself at her table, he stood up straight.
Her state-appointed counsel had never turned up for some reason, leaving a horrified teen alone with her attacker. The lawyer asked for custody to be given back quickly. Then Big Mike said something. He claimed Davidson used too much force in 17 different ways. The judge slammed the gavel forcefully. If you think motorcyclists are the best people, click “subscribe.” Another rider called Davidson’s house 19 times to allege domestic violence. If any biker said anything, Judge Brennan indicated he would clear the courtroom. He was angry, and his cheeks grew red. It was great to see a woman in a good suit rush past the crowd of bikers.
Casey Williams stated she was Maya’s new lawyer and put a big folder on the table. Casey had brought all the proof that Maya’s old lawyer had somehow lost. Davidson’s jaw tightened as his lawyer whispered rapidly in his ear. Casey stayed calm and claimed she had three years’ worth of hospital records that showed Mia’s injuries. She also had recordings of people threatening the child if she told the truth. When Davidson’s lawyer said no,
Casey smirked coldly and assured him that kids might legally record threats to their safety. She wanted to know if she should play them for the court. Davidson got up and complained that the bikes were making people scared. He said that criminals were teaching his kid. “Coached?” Maya’s voice suddenly let forth years of pain that had been buried.
The girl stood up and looked her father in the eye. She told the court that he had broken her arm because she got a B+ instead of an A and that he had threatened to make her disappear like her mother. The words rushed out like water through a dam that had broken. She said that as punishment, she had to kneel on rice for hours and be held underwater in the bathtub until she thought she would die. He killed her pet because she was late getting home from school. “You’re lying!” Davidson screamed and ran at his daughter. He just made two steps before Snake’s stick knocked him down. The sergeant crashed to the ground hard, and five bikers stood over him right away, like angels of death.
They didn’t touch him; they just stared at the man who had scared a child for years. Davidson called for them to be detained because they had attacked a police officer. Big Mike shrugged and said he saw the man collapse. 46 people said that Davidson had clearly tripped over his own feet. Casey cleared her throat and brought out a flash drive. She said it included body cam footage from Davidson’s colleagues in the police, footage that was meant to be deleted but was uncovered by it.
She asked the judge if he wanted to see the footage in private. The judge directed Davidson to stand up, so he did. The sergeant had a difficult time getting up. His fine outfit was now dirty, and his mask of respectability was starting to shatter. Casey added that the recordings showed Davidson threatening other cops who went to respond to domestic calls. Witnesses observed him discussing how he disciplined his daughter and chuckled about the fact that no one would trust her over a decorated cop. Everyone in the courtroom was quiet except for Mia, who was crying softly. The judge saw Mia in a new perspective.
When he queried if she felt comfortable with her foster family, she said yes, but then she told him how her father constantly having them arrested and pursued for no reason. “Not anymore,” the judge said firmly. He permanently took Davidson’s parental rights away and directed the police to start looking into child abuse and witness tampering right away. Davidson yelled threats at the judge and everyone else in the room.
Casey hurriedly typed on her phone to write down the latest prices and remind him of the live feed. The police chief and officers from internal affairs burst into the courtroom via the door. They had been investigating into Davidson for six months, and today’s testimony gave them all the proof they needed. As they put handcuffs on Davidson, he glared at Maya with rage and mouthed the words, “You’re dead.” Big Mike yelled, “No.” “She’s safe now.”
Mia stopped Big Mike after the hearing, and she was crying. She didn’t understand why individuals she didn’t know had come to help her. The big biker got down on one knee and talked to her in a very quiet voice. That’s simply the way we are, sweetheart. We protect folks who can’t protect themselves. That’s the actual thing. Maya cried more, but she smiled even though she was crying. She said that people always told her that bikers were crooks who were really dangerous. We are a danger.
Snake winked to anyone who hurt kids. That night, the story spread quickly on the internet, and #bikersforaya was the most popular hashtag in the country. Three states investigated into corrupt custody courts that shielded abusive officers, and many gave money to her college fund. A week later, Maya asked to learn how to ride a motorcycle. She wanted to be like the people who had saved her life. She got her license two years later and rode her bike to the courthouse.
There was a patch on her leather jacket that proclaimed “protected by angels.” Davidson was in jail for 25 years, so his badge didn’t mean anything. Maya started a nonprofit group called Bikers Against Abuse. It works in 12 states right now, and biker groups help keep abused kids safe. She rides with the groups every Sunday while she learns how to be a social worker. She learned that wearing a badge or being tough doesn’t make you powerful. It’s about protecting those who can’t do it themselves, even if it means standing up to a bad cop in his own area.
Sometimes the safest people to run to are the ones who look threatening.