{"id":62327,"date":"2026-05-15T17:55:47","date_gmt":"2026-05-15T17:55:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327"},"modified":"2026-05-15T17:55:47","modified_gmt":"2026-05-15T17:55:47","slug":"face-down-hands-behind-your-back-the-officers-thought-they-had-silenced-me-in-a-dark-alley-but-as-their-batons-crashed-into-my-ribs-a-secret-livestream-was-exposing-their-corrupt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327","title":{"rendered":"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It."},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Part 1<\/h2>\n

“Face down on the pavement! Now!” The gravel bit into my cheek, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as a heavy knee crushed my spine. This wasn’t a random mugging; this was the “Hail Treatment.” For months, I\u2019d watched Officer Hail and his pack of wolves tear through my neighborhood, hunting innocent people of color like they were prizes in a trophy room. I\u2019d seen the bruises on my neighbors\u2019 faces and the hollow look in their eyes. I\u2019m Malik, an Army vet who thought he left the war overseas, only to find a different kind of battlefield on the streets of my own city.<\/p>\n

Tonight, I wasn’t a victim; I was the bait.<\/p>\n

Ten minutes earlier, I was walking through Oakwood Estates\u2014a zip code where my hoodie stood out like a flare in a dark sky. I felt the predatory hum of the black-and-white cruiser before I saw it. “Hey, you! Stop right there,” a voice barked. It was Hail\u2019s right-hand men, Miller and Sykes. They didn’t want my ID; they wanted a reason. “We got a call about a prowler matching your description,” Miller sneered, his hand hovering over his holster. “You looking for a back door to kick in, boy?”<\/p>\n

I kept my hands visible, my heart hammering against the small, hard plastic hidden beneath my shirt\u2014a high-definition pinhole camera Jenna Ortiz, a ballsy investigative reporter, had wired to my chest. “I’m just walking home, officers,” I said, my voice steady, practiced. But they didn’t want steady. They wanted a reaction. They pushed closer, smelling of cheap coffee and arrogance, hurling slurs that should have stayed in the dark ages. When I didn’t flinch, the atmosphere shifted from harassment to assault.<\/p>\n

Sykes lunged, swinging a baton toward my ribs. My military instinct screamed to snap his wrist, but I took the blow, grunting as the wood cracked against bone. I retreated, hands up, dodging the next three strikes with the fluidity of a man who\u2019d survived insurgencies. “He’s resisting! He’s reaching!” Hail\u2019s voice suddenly boomed from the shadows as he joined the fray. Then came the swarm. Boots, fists, and the cold click of steel. As the world began to blur into a haze of pain and flashing lights, I stared straight into the lens on my chest, praying the signal was still reaching Jenna.<\/p>\n

The trap was sprung, but the hunters were more vicious than I ever imagined. As I lay bleeding on the asphalt, the real war was just beginning behind the precinct walls. You won’t believe what Jenna found when the footage finally uploaded. The rest of the story is below \ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

\n

Part 2<\/h2>\n

The iron gates of the precinct slammed shut with a finality that usually breaks a man. They stripped me of my dignity, but they missed the tech. Jenna had been smart; the camera didn’t store the footage\u2014it streamed it to a cloud server in real-time. While Hail was busy writing a fictional report about how I “assaulted three officers with superhuman strength,” the digital truth was already sitting in a high-rise newsroom across town.<\/p>\n

I sat in that cold holding cell, my ribs screaming every time I breathed. Hail walked past the bars, his badge gleaming under the fluorescent lights like a mockery of justice. He stopped, leaning in close. “You think you’re a hero, Malik? You’re just another statistic. By tomorrow, the DA will have you charged with felony assault on a peace officer. You\u2019re going away for a long, long time.” He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of the lips. “In this town, my word is the law.”<\/p>\n

I didn’t say a word. I just watched him. I knew something he didn’t.<\/p>\n

At 3:00 AM, the shift in energy was palpable. The usual low hum of the precinct turned into a frantic buzz. Phones started ringing off the hooks. I saw younger officers huddled around a computer screen at the sergeant’s desk, their faces pale. Jenna had done it. She hadn’t waited for the morning edition; she had leaked a two-minute “highlight reel” of my beating to every social media platform simultaneously. By the time the sun started to peek over the horizon, the video had ten million views.<\/p>\n

But here\u2019s the twist I didn’t see coming.<\/p>\n

While I was being processed, a man in a sharp suit walked into the cell block\u2014not my lawyer, but an investigator from Internal Affairs named Miller (no relation to the officer who beat me). He looked at me with a mix of pity and exhaustion. “Malik, that video did more than catch a beating,” he whispered. “It triggered an automated flag in our digital evidence vault.”<\/p>\n

He explained that for ten years, there had been a “Black Folder”\u2014a collection of encrypted complaints and body-cam footage that had been remotely wiped or hidden by a high-ranking official within the department to protect Hail\u2019s crew. When Jenna\u2019s livestream hit the web, the metadata matched the signature of those hidden files, acting like a skeleton key. The “glitch” that had protected Hail for a decade had just been overridden by the sheer transparency of the livestream. The system wasn’t just broken; it had been hijacked from the inside, and now, the hijackers were exposed.<\/p>\n

However, the danger wasn’t over. As the Internal Affairs investigator turned to leave, the power in the cell block flickered and died. The backup red lights kicked in, casting long, bloody shadows. Through the bars, I saw Hail and two of his loyalists walking toward my cell, their badges removed. They weren’t there to process me anymore. They were there to make the “evidence” disappear for good, and in the dark of a “power failure,” anything could happen. My military training kicked in. I stood up, ignoring the agony in my chest, and waited. I had the truth, but now I had to survive the night to tell it.<\/p>\n

If you’ve read this far, don’t hesitate to leave a like and comment before reading part 3. It makes us as happy as reading a complete story! Thank you. \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n

\n

Part 3<\/h2>\n

The heavy clatter of Hail\u2019s keys in the lock sounded like a death knell. He stepped into the cell, his eyes wild, the facade of the “lawman” completely shattered. He had a heavy-duty flashlight in one hand and a zip-tie in the other. “Technical difficulties with the cameras, Malik,” he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying blend of rage and desperation. “Accidents happen in the dark. A heart attack, a fall… nobody’s going to question it when the city is rioting outside.”<\/p>\n

He lunged. Despite my injuries, I moved with the precision of a man who had survived ambushes in the desert. I slipped his grasp, using his own momentum to send him crashing into the metal bunk. His goons tried to squeeze into the narrow cell, but I used the doorway as a bottleneck, planting a solid kick into Sykes’ solar plexus that sent him reeling. “It’s over, Hail!” I shouted. “The world is watching! You can’t kill a ghost!”<\/p>\n

Suddenly, the heavy steel doors at the end of the hall burst open. It wasn’t more of Hail’s cronies\u2014it was a tactical team from the State Police, accompanied by Jenna Ortiz and a swarm of flashbulbs. The “power outage” hadn’t been Hail’s doing; it was the State’s way of cutting off the precinct’s internal communications while they moved in to make the arrests.<\/p>\n

The scene was pure chaos. Hail was tackled to the floor\u2014the very same floor where he had humiliated so many others. As the zip-ties clicked around his wrists, the look on his face wasn’t one of defiance anymore; it was pure, unadulterated terror.<\/p>\n

The following weeks were a whirlwind. The “Black Folder” was cracked wide open, revealing that Hail\u2019s team had been responsible for over fifty suppressed cases of brutality and planting evidence. The high-ranking official who had been shielding them was indicted alongside the officers. The DA was forced to drop all charges against me, and more importantly, they began reviewing every conviction Hail had ever secured.<\/p>\n

Outside the courthouse on the day of the final hearing, the streets were packed. It wasn’t just people from my neighborhood; it was a sea of faces from every walk of life, all holding signs that read “Courage Has No Retirement Age.” Jenna stood by my side as I addressed the crowd. I didn’t talk about the pain or the bruises. I talked about the power of the lens and the strength of a community that refuses to blink first.<\/p>\n

“We gave them the rope,” I told the cameras, “and they hung themselves with their own corruption.”<\/p>\n

Justice in America is often a slow, grinding machine, but that day, it felt like a lightning bolt. Hail was sentenced to twenty years without the possibility of early release. The precinct underwent a total federal takeover, and a new oversight committee\u2014led by some of the very people Hail had once targeted\u2014was established.<\/p>\n

I still have scars on my ribs that ache when the rain rolls in, but when I walk through Oakwood Estates now, I don’t wear a hidden camera. I don’t have to. I walk with my head held high, knowing that one man\u2019s decision to stand his ground changed the pulse of an entire city. We didn’t just break the cycle of violence; we built a new road for the kids coming up behind us. My war is finally over, and this time, we won.<\/p>\n

What do you think of this story? Please leave a like and share your thoughts in the comments. Your support means a lot to us and inspires us to keep writing more meaningful and powerful stories. Thank you! \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 “Face down on the pavement! Now!” The gravel bit into my cheek, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as a heavy knee crushed my spine. This wasn’t a random mugging; this was the “Hail Treatment.” For months, I\u2019d watched Officer Hail and his pack of wolves tear through my neighborhood, hunting […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":62328,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62327","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\n\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 “Face down on the pavement! Now!” The gravel bit into my cheek, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as a heavy knee crushed my spine. This wasn’t a random mugging; this was the “Hail Treatment.” For months, I\u2019d watched Officer Hail and his pack of wolves tear through my neighborhood, hunting […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-05-15T17:55:47+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"558\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327\",\"name\":\"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-05-15T17:55:47+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\",\"name\":\"Phong Nguyen\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Phong Nguyen\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 “Face down on the pavement! Now!” The gravel bit into my cheek, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as a heavy knee crushed my spine. This wasn’t a random mugging; this was the “Hail Treatment.” For months, I\u2019d watched Officer Hail and his pack of wolves tear through my neighborhood, hunting […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-05-15T17:55:47+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327","name":"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It. - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-05-15T17:55:47+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Man_pinned_by_police_officers_202605160052.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=62327#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"\u201cFace Down! Hands Behind Your Back!\u201d The Officers Thought They Had Silenced Me in a Dark Alley, But as Their Batons Crashed Into My Ribs, a Secret Livestream Was Exposing Their Corruption to Millions \u2014 and Someone Powerful Was Already Racing to Stop It."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951","name":"Phong Nguyen","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Phong Nguyen"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62327","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62327"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62327\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62329,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62327\/revisions\/62329"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/62328"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62327"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=62327"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=62327"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}