On September 22nd 2010 beginning around 7:30 pm I was finishing up for the night in my garage. I have been remodeling the interior for a week and a half. There was a need for some more lumber so I decided to pack up and head out to the local hardware store. As I was leaving, my brother, who lives with me, had come down from the house to grab his registered firearm from his car and head back inside. As he holstered his firearm in the rear of his pants as many gun owners do when they are open carrying, we decided to have a word with our neighbor to see how he was doing.
My neighbor has a garage about 7 feet away from my property across an access road. We walked to the door of the garage and realized he was not home. At this point we walked back to my driveway and said goodnight. I jumped into my jeep and began backing out of my driveway. Little did I know my night had only just begun
I was about 5 to 6 feet out of my driveway when I heard a loud commotion coming from my left window. It was a man with a gun. This man was about 5 foot 9 inches tall and was wearing what looked like khaki pants and a blue button down shirt that was un-tucked. He looked like he had just come off a long hard shift at a shoe department store like payless. His hand gun was pointed at my face and the sight of this instantly raised my adrenaline. He was screaming at me “Get the **** out of the car or I’m goanna ******* shoot you”. As I began to adhere to his request I couldn’t help but yell back an inquiry as to who he was. “Who in the hell are you and what is your problem” I shot back with a stern voice. He only reiterated his previous request adding “put your hands on the car” so I not so kindly obliged to his request. I thought I was being car jacked by some crazed lunatic. This man was sweating profusely and looked as though he had a high blood pressure problem from being a tad overweight. I asked to man to identify himself again and he finally said that he was a detective. At this point I noticed that my brother had made his way back to the driveway due to the commotion. He was initially reaching for his gun when I shouted for him to put his hands up. Detective finally shouted “police” and pointed the gun at my brother. “Put your ******* hands up or I’m goanna blow your ******* head off mother fucker” he screamed as more sweat dripped of his face like grease off freshly cooked bacon.
My brother inched toward the car with his hands up and yelled at the officer “I have a gun and a permit, don’t shoot my little brother”. The officer responded, “I don’t give a ****, keep your ******* hands up or I’ll kill you”. My brother finally made it to the jeep and slowly placed his hands on the hood of the car. The detective who had a hand radio called for back-up. We waited there for 5 minutes as the back up came. During this time period I continued to ask the detective what this whole event was about. He continued to tell me to shut the **** up. He frisked my brother and threw his hand gun on the floor and stepped on it. Then pulled out his id and permit to carry concealed. It felt as though we were about to arrested and thrown in jail.
The back up arrived, which consisted of about 6 police cruisers and maybe 10 additional officers. I began to ask them questions over and over about what is going on. All I received was a loud “shut the **** up” and as I continued my civil disobedience an office grabbed me by neck and told me to shut the **** directly in my ear. This act of abuse calmed me out of fear for my safety. As 2 officers approached my brother I told them that my brother had fractured one of his vertebrae and requested if they could be less abusive to him as was done to me. I was met with more discontent and derogatory language.
I was frisked and placed on the floor caddy corner from brother so that I could not see what was going on. I found this to be a deliberate attempt to conceal what they were doing to him. According to my brother at this point the same officer who gripped my neck pushed my brothers back into the hood of the jeep and was forced down into the hood violently adding to his pain that he has been recovering from for 2 weeks. About 15 minutes passed and during this time the multitude of officers were just standing around silently conversing amongst themselves. I felt an aura of concern from many of these men and women as if something wrong had just happen. After the situation appeared to be conveyed to my brother I was allowed to stand. The detective who almost murdered me in my car approached me with a smile and handed my identification back. He proceeded to explain to me that all the screaming and the gun pointing was necessary because he saw that my brother had a firearm holstered in his back. He then thought that he could butter me up by saying I did a great job following orders and handling the situation. I just smiled, agreed and told the detective that I will keep my comments to myself. All of the cruisers at this point had left or were in the process of leaving the scene. My brother and I were left alone with our family, friends and neighbors to reminisce on the events that just occurred.
My blood was boiling. I needed an escape. I felt as thought the world just kicked me to the ground and defecated on my face while slapping me over and over. I was nothing, a nobody and I meant nothing to the very system that was put in place to provide protection for me and those I care about. I was scared for my life even after the terrorists left. I needed to do something.
My brother and I went to the police station that same night and filed a formal complaint against the detective. The sergeant who took the statements down and file the complain said that Internal Affairs will do an investigation as to what happen and if proper procedure was follows. I think not.
Im looking for some insight, opinion, advice and help with my next step. i want to send this to my local news outlets and senator.
My neighbor has a garage about 7 feet away from my property across an access road. We walked to the door of the garage and realized he was not home. At this point we walked back to my driveway and said goodnight. I jumped into my jeep and began backing out of my driveway. Little did I know my night had only just begun
I was about 5 to 6 feet out of my driveway when I heard a loud commotion coming from my left window. It was a man with a gun. This man was about 5 foot 9 inches tall and was wearing what looked like khaki pants and a blue button down shirt that was un-tucked. He looked like he had just come off a long hard shift at a shoe department store like payless. His hand gun was pointed at my face and the sight of this instantly raised my adrenaline. He was screaming at me “Get the **** out of the car or I’m goanna ******* shoot you”. As I began to adhere to his request I couldn’t help but yell back an inquiry as to who he was. “Who in the hell are you and what is your problem” I shot back with a stern voice. He only reiterated his previous request adding “put your hands on the car” so I not so kindly obliged to his request. I thought I was being car jacked by some crazed lunatic. This man was sweating profusely and looked as though he had a high blood pressure problem from being a tad overweight. I asked to man to identify himself again and he finally said that he was a detective. At this point I noticed that my brother had made his way back to the driveway due to the commotion. He was initially reaching for his gun when I shouted for him to put his hands up. Detective finally shouted “police” and pointed the gun at my brother. “Put your ******* hands up or I’m goanna blow your ******* head off mother fucker” he screamed as more sweat dripped of his face like grease off freshly cooked bacon.
My brother inched toward the car with his hands up and yelled at the officer “I have a gun and a permit, don’t shoot my little brother”. The officer responded, “I don’t give a ****, keep your ******* hands up or I’ll kill you”. My brother finally made it to the jeep and slowly placed his hands on the hood of the car. The detective who had a hand radio called for back-up. We waited there for 5 minutes as the back up came. During this time period I continued to ask the detective what this whole event was about. He continued to tell me to shut the **** up. He frisked my brother and threw his hand gun on the floor and stepped on it. Then pulled out his id and permit to carry concealed. It felt as though we were about to arrested and thrown in jail.
The back up arrived, which consisted of about 6 police cruisers and maybe 10 additional officers. I began to ask them questions over and over about what is going on. All I received was a loud “shut the **** up” and as I continued my civil disobedience an office grabbed me by neck and told me to shut the **** directly in my ear. This act of abuse calmed me out of fear for my safety. As 2 officers approached my brother I told them that my brother had fractured one of his vertebrae and requested if they could be less abusive to him as was done to me. I was met with more discontent and derogatory language.
I was frisked and placed on the floor caddy corner from brother so that I could not see what was going on. I found this to be a deliberate attempt to conceal what they were doing to him. According to my brother at this point the same officer who gripped my neck pushed my brothers back into the hood of the jeep and was forced down into the hood violently adding to his pain that he has been recovering from for 2 weeks. About 15 minutes passed and during this time the multitude of officers were just standing around silently conversing amongst themselves. I felt an aura of concern from many of these men and women as if something wrong had just happen. After the situation appeared to be conveyed to my brother I was allowed to stand. The detective who almost murdered me in my car approached me with a smile and handed my identification back. He proceeded to explain to me that all the screaming and the gun pointing was necessary because he saw that my brother had a firearm holstered in his back. He then thought that he could butter me up by saying I did a great job following orders and handling the situation. I just smiled, agreed and told the detective that I will keep my comments to myself. All of the cruisers at this point had left or were in the process of leaving the scene. My brother and I were left alone with our family, friends and neighbors to reminisce on the events that just occurred.
My blood was boiling. I needed an escape. I felt as thought the world just kicked me to the ground and defecated on my face while slapping me over and over. I was nothing, a nobody and I meant nothing to the very system that was put in place to provide protection for me and those I care about. I was scared for my life even after the terrorists left. I needed to do something.
My brother and I went to the police station that same night and filed a formal complaint against the detective. The sergeant who took the statements down and file the complain said that Internal Affairs will do an investigation as to what happen and if proper procedure was follows. I think not.
Im looking for some insight, opinion, advice and help with my next step. i want to send this to my local news outlets and senator.
