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Testimonials on who Cole was to them.
To whom it may concern, I am writing on behalf of Coleman Stump and and incident that took place in Billings, Montana. In October 2020 Coleman lost his life due to actions of Billings Police. It was reported that a Call was made to BPD of suspicious activity- this does not necessarily mean a crime is being committed. According to COP St John 'the whole incident occured within 30 Siconds of officers arriving" Coleman was shot numerous times by BP within 30 seconds of arrival! Why?? It does not seem they would have had time to identify those there, assess the Situation or get any information. Something is terribly wrong with this situation and it needs to be throughly investigated, not only by Billings. What could ColeMan have done or said made it necessary to shoot him in the back while handcuffed not once but multiple times. There should be alot of questions concerning this case. There should be no justification for what these Officers did to this young man. I knew this young man He valued his freedom he would have never tried to shoot a police officer. Coleman had a kind heart. He was not perfect- but none of us are. Coleman did not deserve to die what made these Officers angry enough to take anothers life? was it words that were spoken was Coleman non compliant-neither should carry a death sentence. 30 seconds isn't much time to react. So why were those deadly shots even fired. I found Coleman to be Kind, compasionate and helpful. If these officers would have treated him with respect the outcome would have been different. Please take the time to investigate this situation for this young man who was a father, a brother, a son, a friend Who Loved the rodeo cicuit and enjoyed breaking horses. He liked Kids and took time to engage with them - whother it be answering a question or throwing a ball. I Pray there will be justice for Coleman. Respectfully, Dorothy Corchran
July 29, 2021 Dear Tasheena, You do not know me but I have.l been following your post on Justice for Coleman. The thing we have in commen is your brother. I met Cole when he came to my house with a guy that was at the time with my grand daughter. I ask the guy Cole was with to change a bulb in my car head light, his response was tomorrow when we come back in- but Cole said "easy fix I can do it right now" and he did while the other waited. He became like another grandson after awhile and he called me Grandma. Often Cole would stop. in spend the night or just get something to eat. He always asked if I needed help with anything and would often help but would refuse pay. I have a small house behind my house, like a bunk house. If I was not home and he needed a place to stay he would, with permission sleep there. (We made That agreement just in case he ever needed a place to stay) One time, the day we were leaving for Billings for Big Sky Games, I was preparing to texture the walls of my granddaughters room, Cole was here and he said. "This stuff for too strong of fumes for you, go ahead and go and I will do this for you." I left him a house keys and the pickup keys and left knowing he would get it done, which he did. When he finished he locked the house, parked the pick up and put the keys away. Cole never took advantage of me, never Stole from me and always did what he said. He did more for me than I ever did for him. I would offer him pay which he would usually refuse. If I insisted he would reluctantly take it. I am 76 yrs old and It was a blessing when Cole would stop. He was a kind, caring, compassionate young man who was always willing to lend a helping hand. I am thankfu that I got to know him for who he was. I will always miss him. my wish would be that all elders would have a person like Cole in their lives. I will never forget the day I heard the news of what happened in Billings, my heart hurt for Cole the police did not stop a crime they stopped a Kind Heart. Cole will always be loved and missed by those who truly knew him Keep up the fight for justice - Love and prayers Dorthy Corcoran
My Thunder Buddy "Outlaw" Cole was my older brother, not biologically, but as my best friend. We grew up together from diapers. Cole and I had a bond that was unbreakable. He was always there for me whenever I needed him; and I returned the same. we did have our arguments and fights. which passed as soon as they started. Our love and respect for each" other always was first. No matter how mad we was at one another; It didn't matter. Materialistic things could always be replaced but we as brothers couldn't. Cole was my best friend who became family we were closer than my biological brothers or any of my siblings; even closer than I was with my own. parents. we have so much history together; a. Life spent alongside each other. from many "firsts" together, mile stones, tragedies, and Some of the best times of our lives. Austin Ameline
To me, Coleman was the shitass who wasn’t fast enough to get the last beer. Haha. He was a tough ass ghetto cowboy, but mostly he was a sweet kid with big ears. You had to know him to know what it was like to tease and talk shit but know it was all shits and giggles. I’ve known his family and him for alot of years, I’ve always felt like family around them. In my heart Coleman was a big ass kid who would keep you on your toes or get on your nerves lol like one of those shit ass brothers, you know. He was by no means a saint, no one is, but he was a real solid guy who could always make you feel at home. I’m not sure what a testimonial is or what I’m even supposed to say, all I know is Coleman was a great person to be around and always made things fun. Airian
*10:31:17*Cole Stump was the little brother you never wanted although it turned out you needed him. To know Cole Forrest Stump was to love him. However, it also sometimes meant hating to love him. He loved his family and close friends (mind you extended family) fiercely and would do anything in his abilities to help or help find some way to get it done. *10:31:17* He would always try to put a smile on your face even though he was most likely the reason driving you mad. Now please do not misunderstand because nobody is an angel, and I am not here to tell you that our brother was any different. So, what would you do if it was you? *10:31:17* The evening that our brother was taken from us literally made this world a dimmer place. And to hear the word justified used in regard to those who are being allowed to do as they please meanwhile they are robbing us. *10:31:17* Robbing us of precious time to make more memories, take more pictures, laugh more, cry often but no matter the situation we would have been able to make them together. These men are nothing different than anyone else in existence so what it is that makes them justified when to the rest of us it is nothing but some form of protected vigilantes. There was no justification that has ever justified such drastic measures to be taken. What bothers me even greater is instead of thinking of ColeMan as a person everyone is seeing him as a statistic which is the last thing in the world ColeMan was or should be remembered for. *10:31:17* He should be thought of for who he was not what was done from him. It is as though even in death our brother is not allowed peace. When asked to describe who Cole Forrest Stump is to me it brought literally thousands of memories back to my mind. .ColeMan was an amazing person who had his moments of being as ass just like the rest of us, so I ask you this: WHAT IF IT WAS YOU? Why does ColeMan not receive the justice these officers were so hell bent on upholding at 10:31:17 PM 10/12/20 *10:31:17 PM on October 12th of 2020 Cole Forrest Stump was first fired upon by Billings Police and our lives were forever shattered. So please remember our brother as a man not as another number.
Cole, fricken Cole-Man Stump, he wasn't just a aquanitence In a short 4 years I’d known him, he became more then that. He became a friend, a brother, a listening ear, a down ass protector, no matter what time. of day or night he would come and bs or smoke some herb, always was there when I needed him. I’ll never forget him, I miss him dearly, always messaging me or "kidnapping". to me go to for a cruise to vent. crazy ass gave me a tattoo that I'll cherish, forever even though its so damn bad. Really said "I know how to tattoos” an hour later looks like Patrick star on my leg. damn I was so mad but laughed hard @ the same time. I'll forever miss you and never forget you such-a good friend they are Hard to find now days especially like Cole.
Coleman forest stump , was one of the most respectable nephews I've had, I sure miss him a lot,he always found the time to stop in an see me and my family, he would do anything for you in a drop of a hat, he had such a way with horses , I remember one time I had this 2 year old bay mare she was so I powered, Cole man walked her around for a short time , next thing I look up from what I was doing, he was yelling at me to check him out, he was racing the horse around my house had her broken in such a short time, long story short, his life story was also cut short from a police department which what I understand could've prevented such senseless murder,there had to be other ways that the department trains there officers, beside to shoot first then talk, me and my family will forever hold and cherish the dear memories that Cole brought to us. Ronald Stump Sr.
Well when we first hung out, he was telling me about all his kids he has. I told him dang bro seems like every chick you're in a relationship with you knock up! We bust out laughing. He said true that's why I'm keeping my pimp hand strong. haha. He sure was a good time, never a dull moment, even when he was trying to be serious. Cole was an awesome guy, sense of humor like no other. Second time we hung out he said "I have a dog named foodstamp, want to see?" lol. He showed me foodstamp then we took a wicked ride while foodstamp was in back of the truck, we were skrt'n around Williamson and I told him bro, pretty sure your puppy foodstamp bounced out, we bust out laughing, he was like "fuck I forgot about that puppy". We pulled over to check on it and what do you know, foodstamp hanging on for dear life in an empty box! Cole was always a good time, he was caring in his own way, sarcastic as hell but at the end of the day he would give you the shirt off his back or his last dollar just as long as you were good. What I miss about him most is his random check ups even if he was talking shit lol. He was taken too soon but good thing he has a lil tribe of kids to keep his spirit going! Rest easy my friend. Taneal
Coleman was my cousin and I miss him dearly. We spent a lot of time together growing up camping, fishing, and playing sports. He was a good kid, constantly having fun and good for a laugh. He had a laugh that was contagious and a heart that was enveloping. Although there had been many years between times we would see each other we picked up right where we left off with laughs and deep talks. We related to each other so well because we both had something broken inside of us. Despite the brokenness Cole was still good hearted and helped whoever he could if he had the means. I spent quite a bit of time with him before he passed, we were both at our worst but he still found a way to put a smile on each of our faces. I miss the days when we were still innocent camping in tents outside Grandma Rosie's house with our other cousins. Or camping in the mountains. I love you Coleman n I miss u very much. This world isn't the same without you 😭. Fly high little Brother, Until we meet again.. hold the fort down for the rest of us.... Ty
My name is Amanda Gopher, I have one beautiful five-year-old daughter with the late Cole F. Stump. I was in a relationship with him for three years on and off. Our relationship was the best relationships I have ever had, over the time we got to know each other we fell in love with each other. When we had our daughter, I was able to see his father figure come out and that was another reason why I fell in love with him. He was the best father not only to our daughter but to his other children as well. When I first met Cole we went to a bar, played pool, had so much fun, and laughed most of the night back in August 2015. The more I hung out with Cole I got to know him. He was the most caring person I known. He was the nicest person, whomever needed help he would not hesitate to do so. If you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there. Even if you wanted to pick a fight with someone he was there (in a good way). He showed me a different kind of love, a love that is not easy to come by. My heart will forever hurt for him, there isn’t anyone who can take his place. Once I was pregnant with our daughter (we didn’t know the gender at the time) he was more cautious with me and showed me another loving/caring side to him. He would always make sure I ate to feed our child. When it was time to welcome our daughter, he drove me to the hospital early in the morning and was with me until she was born. The way he looked at our daughter, you could see the love. He did not only show love to his children but to his nieces and nephews as well. His family meant the world to him, and he would do anything to protect them. If you were lucky enough to personally know the late Cole F. Stump S.R., you would know his kind/loving/caring heart. If you were a close friend, the mother of his children, his mom, sister, children, niece/nephew, grandparent, or relative you now hurt and mourn for him. His life was taken by police who can’t even get their stories straight. It is hard to accept the fact that his killers are walking around unpunished. One day I will have it in my heart to forgive them, so I can let go of the anger and hurt they caused my daughter and self. I do not want to have an ugly heart and be hateful. It is hard because now all his children are now left without their father. Each one of his children are hurt without their father. My five-year-old daughter cries for her dad and does not understand why she can’t see or talk to him. He will forever be missed and loved by many. -Lots of love, Amanda Gopher
Cole Forest Stump AKA Coleman. Coleman was one of many people that almost immediately of being inducted or introduced to him had left a starting point of his mark on you Sophie and I along with many others helped raise teach and share our lives with and for Coleman so many memories of our so many times we hung out did a tattoo worked on a vehicle hustling making money traveling helping other folks with the things that physically and or mentally incapable to do for themselves Coleman really knew how to make someone feel special loved appreciated and when we would be home chilling he would pop in and we would have a great visit full of laughter and the smiles on everyone's face was priceless every time he was present eventually we became Brothers and we were very close he would do anything in his power to help us out to love and show compassion for others was very powerful liberating I never ending I love you brother and I miss you greatly thank you for everything that you had done or helped out with and thank you for all the adventures the friendship and the brotherhood you're always in my heart and that's where you'll stay love you for always and forever. JP
Who was Cole to me? Well for starters, I very rarely ever actually called him “Cole”. To me he was always brother, Cole Forrest, or Coleman (a nickname I proudly gave him). Calling him just Cole feels weird. Growing up he was my best friend and favorite fighting partner. I got into more trouble because of him then anyone else. More so because I was the big sister and would end up hurting him a little more than I had ever intended to (oops!). We would ride the bus together, when we moved to a different state we would walk to school together. Which usually meant we left our older sister, Tasheena, cause she got out at a later time then we did. He was kind enough to tie my shoes when I randomly had trouble doing so myself. He would help me climb down from places when I climbed too high and then realized I was scared of heights. As we got older, Coleman got even more involved with his horses. He and our cousins would ride anywhere and everywhere. Even if they “forgot” to tell our moms. There was one time in particular I remember him and my cousin Bobby rode their horses to the mountains and stayed the night, cowboy style. They only had what they were able to take on their horses, using their saddles as pillows. When they got home, they both got yelled at for not letting anyone know where they were going. I vividly remember watching Coleman practice jumping up on his horse to ride him bareback. No saddle, no reigns, just him and his horse. One of his favorite places to be. His love and knowledge for horses allowed him to travel to different ranches around Montana. He would break horses and was also a skilled ranch hand. Regardless of where he was, he always had a goofy smile on his face and a good joke to share. Once we were adults, I moved to Virginia to serve in the Navy. After my divorce, my brother came to live with me and he helped me tremendously. Not because of things he would help with around the house or help with my son. Just his presence was the thing I needed. I needed the constant laughter. The teasing and the jokes. The days spent at the beach and in the mall. I needed to watch someone love and care for my son unconditionally. I needed someone to teach my son to use a hammer and how to put small things together. Going out to eat and laughing uncontrollably because he decided to try the hottest hot sauce, and he had sweat and boogers running down his face. Sitting in awe when he used my son to get the number of a waitress. Feeling peace when he would try to teach my son how to swing a rope. He had such a way with my son, that he instantly became my son’s favorite person. Coleman was my best friend for so long as well as my baby brother. I could write about him for hours with random stories about the things he did himself and shared the story with me or the things we did together. Always with a smile on my face. I could talk about his love for dogs and the silly names he would choose for them. Always wanting a sidekick. I could also tell you about how much and how often I would tease him about his chicken legs, but how I would love it when he decided to wear “Howie socks”. I could also tell you about how he never met a stranger, regardless of where he was or the situation. He could always find a person to talk to and share a laugh with. You would never know that he was meeting that person for the first time and probably didn’t even know their name. But if you know Coleman at all, you already have your own stories that may be similar to mine. And if you are lucky enough to have any stories about him, you are truly blessed. He was a great human being who had a heart of gold. Although he could be super stubborn at times, he is still one of my favorite people to ever walk this earth. I miss him every single day.