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...my legal counsel advises against giving their real names YET. So for now, and for purposes of this posting, I'll just assign them names which fit their physical appearance. Fair enough?
The first two officers showed up in a fully marked LAPD cruiser. The car comes to a stop, and without bothering to pull to the curb, officers OJ and Sawed-off exit the car, walking in my direction. Aware of this, and anticipating a LEO encounter, I activate the audio recording function on my phone and set it on the table next to me. The 2 officers stop about 12' short of where I'm sitting. With their hands on their guns (also known as brandishing), they ask me to come over and talk to them for a second. The moment I get up, they both bark at me to put my hands on my head. I comply and the cuffs go on immediately, followed by OJ pulling my weapon from it's holster. I ask him why I'm in handcuffs when I've done nothing wrong.
OJ: "We got a call of a man with a gun."
MH: "Well there's nothing illegal about that."
OJ: "Yeah I understand that. I know who you are. We're just gonna verify everything and make sure it's not loaded."
MH: "Do you have reason to believe I've done something wrong?"
OJ: "I understand you're trying to bait me....."
MH: "I'm not trying to bait you, I'm just asking a question."
The audio gets a little bit lousy here for maybe 15 seconds. They move me to a bench nearby, and my wife bravely walks up and sets my phone down next to me because my dumb *** left it on the table. She then moves back a few feet and continues filming with her cellphone cam. OJ asks her to move further away.
MH: "She's with me."
OJ: "I understand that."
He sure says that alot for a guy who will likely claim much ignorance on this incident later on.
MH: "This camera is here , basically, just to keep you honest."
OJ: "I been on the job 23 years. I'm not gonna do anything wrong to you, O.K.?"
MH: "You've already DONE something wrong to me."
OJ: "Well you know what? Again, to verify and make sure everything's all Kosher, if everything's all good to go, you'll get your weapon back. No problem sir, alright?"
As of this posting, I haven't gotten it back. But hey, maybe he meant to add....."months later."
OJ: "But for my safe- my partner's safety, right, we're in here dealing with you, we don't need other parties standing by. She can record. I'm not stopping her from recording here. Am I?.......Do you have any I.D. on you sir?"
MH: "No."
OJ: "You got an I.D. to verify who you are?"
MH: "No."
Sawed-off: "What's your last name sir?"
MH: "I really don't feel like giving that information out."
OJ asks Sawed-off "Who's responding?" and then engages in some police jargon with some other party on the radio for a moment. I will also point out here that at this point I've figured out that officer OJ is a liar. He told me earlier on that he knew who I was, but is now demanding that I identify myself. WTF?
OJ: "Who does the weapon belong to?"
MH: "Me."
OJ: "O.K. do you have I.D.?"
This shyte is getting old. Either he's deaf, or is implying I'm as big a liar as himself.
MH: "No."
OJ: "O.K. so how can we verify who you are then? To run the gun and verify it's your weapon....."
MH: "Do you have a reason to believe I'm not who I said I am?"
Alright this doesn't make sense, but I was angry and nervous. Besides, he already knows who I am, right?
OJ: "But we don't even know who you are."
MH: "You know who I am. I haven't done anything wrong."
OJ: "Right now you're being detained for investigation."
MH: "For what?"
OJ: "Hmm?"
MH: "Into what crime?"
OJ: "Right now you have a gun, uh, like I said, I know you're a security guard, right?"
MH: "I'm not a security guard. And again, this is not a crime."
OJ: "You still have to have I.D. on you, to verify who you are."
MH: "No I don't."
OJ: "O.K., alright, so you're not gonna tell us your last name or anything?"
Silence
OJ: "You understand? People call saying a man's here with a gun, at the coffee shop, so that's why we're here."
A little fuzzy on the audio here for just a sec, but a sentence ending with "....describing you to a tee, so that's why we're here."
MH: "When you get a moment, can I get your business card?"
OJ: "Sure, I'll give you a business card."
Sawed-off puts one in my pocket. Long silence.
OJ: "Of course, you understand, as soon as we get called, we HAVE to investigate."
More unintelligible crap and something about a call they'd had some other time about some guy with a rifle.
OJ: "Again, if you're not gonna give us your information, we gotta investigate who you are. What if we run the gun and it comes back to someone else? And you gotta clear your name? Like I said, you cooperate with us, in and out."
Does anyone here read Stephen King? Remember the sheriff who didn't make any sense in Desperation??
OJ makes a quick phone call to inquire "who's on shift tonight". I suspect this is to figure out if it's someone who'll help him lie, as it seems he's trying to up the ante in his percieved "pissing contest". Another car shows up and out steps a large, unpleasant looking short-haired woman. She speaks with Sawed-off for a minute and then comes over to where they have me sitting.
Militia Etheridge: "How ya' doin' sir? Happy New Year."
MH: " Happy New Year."
To be honest, I'd have wished her a much lousier year, had I known that she too was trying to hose me.
Militia: "What's goin on today?"
MH: "Ask these two."
Militia: "No I'm asking you, I'm not asking them. All I know is we got a radio call of a man with a gun, and apparently you had a gun on you. Not loaded, I understand. Now where were you when the officers got here? In a car?"
MH: "No, the coffee shop."
Militia: "O.K. do you understand how people would percieve that? They look over, they see a guy- especially in these times, you know, newspapers with shootings and all this stuff. Can you see how that could be percieved as a threat? Some guy they don't know sitting in a coffee shop with a gun on his side?"
After this barrage of finger-wagging drivel, I simply stopped talking altogether. (I think I already spoke too much at that point anyways.) I mean, what could I possibly say to her? Hell, she sounded just like that lying *** officer OJ! I decided that anything I would've/could've said would be at least useless, or at most very unkind to this wildebeast of a woman. So I shut up.
Militia: "Hello?!"
Silence
Militia: "Do you understand how that could be percieved as a threat? They have somebody they don't know at a business, with a gun on their side. And we've got people out here getting shot, murdered, killed, whatever. They don't know who you are, sir. We're here because we got called here, O.K?.......... Are you refusing to answer my question? O.K., so you're gonna, uh, so basically you're uh, interfering with this investigation. 'Cause I'm telling you, you need to either cooperate or we're gonna take you to the station! O.K. is that what you choose to do?
Militia: (to the other officers) "O.K. we'll take him for 148."
Militia: "You're under arrest sir for interfering with my officers' investigation."
OJ: "Is this your phone sir?"
MH: "Yep."
OJ: "I'm gonna place it in your pockets right now." (puts it in my pocket) "Stand up."
MH: "Which station will I be taken to?"
Sawed-off: "Initially you'll be going to Harbor Station."
MH: (to my wife) "I'll be at Harbor Division."
Wife: (to LEOs) "What are the charges?"
Militia: "Interfering."
OJ: "148PC"
(...later during booking...)
Gordon: "As of right now you're being detained for interfering with a police investigation, and refusing to answer the officer's identification. Also I'll have to check on the fact that, if you have a magazine in the gunwell of the gun, even if it's empty I think that's illegal. You can have an empty weapon but you can't have a magazine placed in there. I'll have to research that and find out. So now do you understand?"
(...tick tock...)
I sit in there for what I estimate to be about 2 hours. (They took my watch) OJ comes back and says he's taking me down the hall for booking. I ask him what they're charging me with and he says 12025.
Yes, apparently now he has 3 witnesses who will swear they "saw me carrying concealed". Not sure how that one works, but I'm guessing he doesn't either. I tell him in polite words that he knows as well as I do that he's full of shyte. Seems he IS familiar with the 5A however, because he opted to shut his lying, cowardly mouth at this point.
They booked me for 12025...
The first two officers showed up in a fully marked LAPD cruiser. The car comes to a stop, and without bothering to pull to the curb, officers OJ and Sawed-off exit the car, walking in my direction. Aware of this, and anticipating a LEO encounter, I activate the audio recording function on my phone and set it on the table next to me. The 2 officers stop about 12' short of where I'm sitting. With their hands on their guns (also known as brandishing), they ask me to come over and talk to them for a second. The moment I get up, they both bark at me to put my hands on my head. I comply and the cuffs go on immediately, followed by OJ pulling my weapon from it's holster. I ask him why I'm in handcuffs when I've done nothing wrong.
OJ: "We got a call of a man with a gun."
MH: "Well there's nothing illegal about that."
OJ: "Yeah I understand that. I know who you are. We're just gonna verify everything and make sure it's not loaded."
MH: "Do you have reason to believe I've done something wrong?"
OJ: "I understand you're trying to bait me....."
MH: "I'm not trying to bait you, I'm just asking a question."
The audio gets a little bit lousy here for maybe 15 seconds. They move me to a bench nearby, and my wife bravely walks up and sets my phone down next to me because my dumb *** left it on the table. She then moves back a few feet and continues filming with her cellphone cam. OJ asks her to move further away.
MH: "She's with me."
OJ: "I understand that."
He sure says that alot for a guy who will likely claim much ignorance on this incident later on.
MH: "This camera is here , basically, just to keep you honest."
OJ: "I been on the job 23 years. I'm not gonna do anything wrong to you, O.K.?"
MH: "You've already DONE something wrong to me."
OJ: "Well you know what? Again, to verify and make sure everything's all Kosher, if everything's all good to go, you'll get your weapon back. No problem sir, alright?"
As of this posting, I haven't gotten it back. But hey, maybe he meant to add....."months later."
OJ: "But for my safe- my partner's safety, right, we're in here dealing with you, we don't need other parties standing by. She can record. I'm not stopping her from recording here. Am I?.......Do you have any I.D. on you sir?"
MH: "No."
OJ: "You got an I.D. to verify who you are?"
MH: "No."
Sawed-off: "What's your last name sir?"
MH: "I really don't feel like giving that information out."
OJ asks Sawed-off "Who's responding?" and then engages in some police jargon with some other party on the radio for a moment. I will also point out here that at this point I've figured out that officer OJ is a liar. He told me earlier on that he knew who I was, but is now demanding that I identify myself. WTF?
OJ: "Who does the weapon belong to?"
MH: "Me."
OJ: "O.K. do you have I.D.?"
This shyte is getting old. Either he's deaf, or is implying I'm as big a liar as himself.
MH: "No."
OJ: "O.K. so how can we verify who you are then? To run the gun and verify it's your weapon....."
MH: "Do you have a reason to believe I'm not who I said I am?"
Alright this doesn't make sense, but I was angry and nervous. Besides, he already knows who I am, right?
OJ: "But we don't even know who you are."
MH: "You know who I am. I haven't done anything wrong."
OJ: "Right now you're being detained for investigation."
MH: "For what?"
OJ: "Hmm?"
MH: "Into what crime?"
OJ: "Right now you have a gun, uh, like I said, I know you're a security guard, right?"
MH: "I'm not a security guard. And again, this is not a crime."
OJ: "You still have to have I.D. on you, to verify who you are."
MH: "No I don't."
OJ: "O.K., alright, so you're not gonna tell us your last name or anything?"
Silence
OJ: "You understand? People call saying a man's here with a gun, at the coffee shop, so that's why we're here."
A little fuzzy on the audio here for just a sec, but a sentence ending with "....describing you to a tee, so that's why we're here."
MH: "When you get a moment, can I get your business card?"
OJ: "Sure, I'll give you a business card."
Sawed-off puts one in my pocket. Long silence.
OJ: "Of course, you understand, as soon as we get called, we HAVE to investigate."
More unintelligible crap and something about a call they'd had some other time about some guy with a rifle.
OJ: "Again, if you're not gonna give us your information, we gotta investigate who you are. What if we run the gun and it comes back to someone else? And you gotta clear your name? Like I said, you cooperate with us, in and out."
Does anyone here read Stephen King? Remember the sheriff who didn't make any sense in Desperation??
OJ makes a quick phone call to inquire "who's on shift tonight". I suspect this is to figure out if it's someone who'll help him lie, as it seems he's trying to up the ante in his percieved "pissing contest". Another car shows up and out steps a large, unpleasant looking short-haired woman. She speaks with Sawed-off for a minute and then comes over to where they have me sitting.
Militia Etheridge: "How ya' doin' sir? Happy New Year."
MH: " Happy New Year."
To be honest, I'd have wished her a much lousier year, had I known that she too was trying to hose me.
Militia: "What's goin on today?"
MH: "Ask these two."
Militia: "No I'm asking you, I'm not asking them. All I know is we got a radio call of a man with a gun, and apparently you had a gun on you. Not loaded, I understand. Now where were you when the officers got here? In a car?"
MH: "No, the coffee shop."
Militia: "O.K. do you understand how people would percieve that? They look over, they see a guy- especially in these times, you know, newspapers with shootings and all this stuff. Can you see how that could be percieved as a threat? Some guy they don't know sitting in a coffee shop with a gun on his side?"
After this barrage of finger-wagging drivel, I simply stopped talking altogether. (I think I already spoke too much at that point anyways.) I mean, what could I possibly say to her? Hell, she sounded just like that lying *** officer OJ! I decided that anything I would've/could've said would be at least useless, or at most very unkind to this wildebeast of a woman. So I shut up.
Militia: "Hello?!"
Silence
Militia: "Do you understand how that could be percieved as a threat? They have somebody they don't know at a business, with a gun on their side. And we've got people out here getting shot, murdered, killed, whatever. They don't know who you are, sir. We're here because we got called here, O.K?.......... Are you refusing to answer my question? O.K., so you're gonna, uh, so basically you're uh, interfering with this investigation. 'Cause I'm telling you, you need to either cooperate or we're gonna take you to the station! O.K. is that what you choose to do?
Militia: (to the other officers) "O.K. we'll take him for 148."
Militia: "You're under arrest sir for interfering with my officers' investigation."
OJ: "Is this your phone sir?"
MH: "Yep."
OJ: "I'm gonna place it in your pockets right now." (puts it in my pocket) "Stand up."
MH: "Which station will I be taken to?"
Sawed-off: "Initially you'll be going to Harbor Station."
MH: (to my wife) "I'll be at Harbor Division."
Wife: (to LEOs) "What are the charges?"
Militia: "Interfering."
OJ: "148PC"
(...later during booking...)
Gordon: "As of right now you're being detained for interfering with a police investigation, and refusing to answer the officer's identification. Also I'll have to check on the fact that, if you have a magazine in the gunwell of the gun, even if it's empty I think that's illegal. You can have an empty weapon but you can't have a magazine placed in there. I'll have to research that and find out. So now do you understand?"
(...tick tock...)
I sit in there for what I estimate to be about 2 hours. (They took my watch) OJ comes back and says he's taking me down the hall for booking. I ask him what they're charging me with and he says 12025.
Yes, apparently now he has 3 witnesses who will swear they "saw me carrying concealed". Not sure how that one works, but I'm guessing he doesn't either. I tell him in polite words that he knows as well as I do that he's full of shyte. Seems he IS familiar with the 5A however, because he opted to shut his lying, cowardly mouth at this point.
They booked me for 12025...
not.
~
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