Asking Questions Calmly Makes Cops Very Angry

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Date of Interaction: July 4, 2014
Officers Involved: Hughes (B# 208), Trentman (B# 237), Dunaway (B# 256), Musgrove (B# 260)
Police Employee Contact: 513-729-1300 Springfield Township

Driving from my house to a 4th of July party at my brother-in-law’s, I came to the end of my street and saw that there was no traffic coming in the intersection. I rolled through the stop sign, turning right on the next street. A cop saw me and followed me up to the next main intersection; I saw him too, and was following the posted speed limit. I turned left at the intersection, using my turn signal, and he turned on his lights. I was already in the right lane (since I figured that he was going to pull me over), and I turned on my hazard lights while pulling to the curb. I put my car in park and placed my hands on the steering wheel, since I am a CCW holder, and was carrying my gun in the car. He approached my vehicle, and asked if I had my ID before he even got to my window. I replied, “Yes.”

Immediately following my response, he asked, “Why do you have your hands up there like that, you have a CCW or something?”

I replied, “Yes,” to which he immediately followed up with, “Where is your gun right now?”

I replied, “In my center console,” while nodding my head in that direction.

He then began to get a little louder than I thought necessary when he said, “Is there a reason you’re driving so crazy?”

“Define crazy,” I said. On a side note, my manner was completely calm throughout this entire ordeal, while he got louder and louder as time progressed.

“Is there a reason you aren’t making eye contact with me?” he asked.

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Well can you tell me why you ran through that stop sign?” he asked.

“Did I impede traffic in some way?” I responded.

He said, “That doesn’t matter. Why did you take this turn here [nodding his head toward the intersection where I had just turned left] so fast?”

“Did I exceed the speed limit?”

[At this point, his face is red, and his voice is elevated.]

“WHAT ARE YOU GETTING SO SMART WITH ME FOR?” he shouted.

“I’m not getting smart, I’m just asking questions,” I said. “There is no need to yell, it’s unnecessary and very unprofessional.”

[You can almost see his blood boiling at this point.]

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” he said as he opened the driver-side door.

As I saw my door opening, I put my hand on top of the door [where the window would be if it was up] and said, “What are you doing? Why are you opening my door?”

“PUT YOUR HANDS BACK ON THE WHEEL!”

I put my hand back on the wheel, where my other one had been the whole time.

“YOU HAVE A GUN IN YOUR CAR AND YOU’RE MOVING YOUR HANDS AROUND, NOW KEEP ‘EM ON THE WHEEL!”

Calmly, I said, “I’m just trying to ask you why you are coming into my car without my permission.”

“COME HERE,” he shouted as he grabbed my arm, twisted it behind my back, and began cuffing my left wrist.

“Are you kidding me right now, what is the reason for this?” I asked.

He responded, “Shut your mouth! Give me your arm… NO, LEAVE YOUR HAND ON THE WHEEL!” I didn’t know what he was talking about; his contradicting orders were confusing to me.

He unbuckled my seatbelt, but it stayed draped around my neck. He then grabbed my right hand and cuffed my right wrist.

“NOW GET OUT OF THE CAR!”

I said, “I can’t because…”

“I SAID GET OUT OF THE CAR!”

“I said I can’t because of…”

“DO YOU HAVE A HEARING PROBLEM, I SAID GET OUT OF THE CAR!” He began pulling me out of the car, until he couldn’t anymore.

“Like I was trying to tell you,” I said, “My seatbelt is around my neck, I can’t get out of the car!”

He threw the seatbelt over my head and yanked me out of the car.

“What is the point of this,” I asked,  “Are you arresting me?”

“Yeah, you’re going to have a fun weekend in the Justice Center [Hamilton County Justice Center],” he replied.

“Are you kidding me, for what?” I asked.

“Maybe it’ll teach you some respect next time.”

“Well aren’t you a real hero.”

As he slammed me against the trunk of my car, he said, “You’re right, I am!”

“I suppose now you are going to say I was resisting arrest when I’m not doing anything,” I responded.

His partner, with an elbow to my head, said, “Shut the fuck up!”

They searched me, finding my pipe and a small bag of pot in my pockets.

“Oh, so this is why you were acting like that,” he said.

“No, I just don’t take kindly to extortionists who have nothing better to do than harass citizens.”

They then hauled me to the back of their car, where they none-to-gently threw me in. As they were shoving me in the car, I asked: “What exactly being arrested for?”

They just shouted, “GET IN THERE!” and continued to shove.

From the back of the cop car, I watched as the two cops talked to another cop and a Sgt. that had made it to the scene by the time I was being cuffed. I’m sure they were all getting their stories straight to back each other up in case I called the cops out on their behavior and actions.

The Sgt. asked, “So can you tell me what happened here tonight?”

“You need to keep an eye on your cops, they lack any professionalism, whatsoever,” I said.

“What’s this I hear about you trying to close the door on one of the officers?”

I relate the entire scene back for him, including his officer pulling my door open.

“Well, he told you he was opening the door, right?”

“No, actually he just started coming in my vehicle without my permission.”

“Well, you have a firearm, and he was trying to secure it. He doesn’t have to tell you that. A reasonable person with a firearm would assume what he was going to do.”

“A reasonable person would tell someone what they were doing, and not expect them to be able to read their mind.”

“Well he has a right to secure your firearm; they didn’t teach you that in your CCW course?”

“They told me that the cop would tell me they were securing the firearm and they would tell me to keep my hands on the wheel while they did it.”

“Well, he doesn’t have to tell you. They should have told you that.”

“Well maybe they should change the protocol on this type of situation.”

“We have no protocol on this situation.”

After the Sgt. walked away, another cop put another arrested individual from another scene in the back with me. I asked for my handcuffs to be loosened, as I was losing circulation in my hands. No one even responded. After I asked a few more times, as the cops passed by the back windows, which were down, eventually the two that originally pulled me over sat in the front of the car. After filling out some paperwork, and about four times asking to have my cuffs loosened, the cop told his partner to loosen my cuffs. He came around and loosened the cuff on my left wrist, and couldn’t even get the key to turn in the right cuff, so I said, “Maybe it won’t work because they are too tight.” He then loosened it, only to tighten it even tighter than it was before.

After they filled out paperwork for another 45 minutes or so in the car, we headed to the Justice Center, where I pointed out all the poor driving the cop was doing: speeding, not paying attention to the road and jerking the wheel to stay off the curb, not using his turn signal, etc.

“I doubt there will be anyone to pull you over for all your bad driving. You guys are above the law, right? That’s why more and more people hate you every day.”

The charges that showed up when I was arrested: Obstructing Official Business (M2), Stop Sign Violation (Traffic Violation), Possession of Drug Paraphernalia (M4), Possession of Drugs (M4)

By the time I was bonded out from the Justice Center on Saturday night around 9:00 pm, the charges were: Obstructing Official Business, Red Light Violation, Possession of Drug Paraphernalia, Possession of Drugs, and Turn Signal (Traffic Violation). I’m guessing the Red Light violation is more expensive than the Stop Sign, and the Turn Signal one was added on for whatever reason. Really, it became pretty obvious to me that these cops knew they were acting ridiculously, and wanted to throw as much shit as they could on the wall to see what would stick.


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