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Date of Interaction: July 4, 2012
Police Employees Involved: J.C. Klitch, etc.
Cascade, Idaho: I was following a group of friends in another vehicle to a mountain town (Mccall, ID) for the fourth of July. It was about 2:00 AM when we reached Cascade, Idaho from Boise (2 & 1/2 hour drive). The speed limit slowed from 65 to 25 mph, which I abided by. We saw a state trooper sitting at a stop sign; I honestly was not fearful since we weren’t doing anything wrong. He pulled out and followed us for a few hundred yards until the vehicle I was following pulled into a gas station to put oil in his overheating vehicle. The officers flipped on their lights and parked behind me.
I got out of the vehicle because I thought they were just making sure we were okay. The officer (J.C. Klitch) instructed me to get back in my vehicle with a very aggressive tone. He came up to my window and asked for my license and registration. As I was providing the documents, I asked why he was pulling me over. He told me that my windows were too tinted (again, it was 2:00 AM), and my bmx bikes were obstructing my license plate. My Subaru has one top rack and I have a strap rack for 3 other bikes on the back of the vehicle.
As I provided him with my documents, he claimed that I was stoned. I told him, “No sir, it’s late and I am just trying to get to where I am going.” He chuckled and instructed me to step out of the vehicle. I wanted to make it quick and easy, so I stepped out. When I stepped out, he gave me an eye test; I passed the eye test. He then instructed me to do two more field sobriety tests and asked if I had ever injured my ankles or feet. ( Clearly, it’s the price you pay for riding bikes sometimes.) I told him I had, then he had me do the tests. I thought I was doing great until the end of the final test; he rushed me and slammed me on the hood of his vehicle and said I was under arrest for a DUI. I tried to argue with him, but he just laughed and put me in the back of his vehicle.
I had one other person with me in the front seat and can’t imagine what was going through his head. They had him step out and began to strip my car for anything they could find. They COMPLETELY DESTROYED the inside of my vehicle, and the K9 smelled nothing. His deputy officer, whose name I can’t recall, found a sandwich bag inside out and claimed weed may have been in the bag. They also come across a socket with grie inside (grease grime) and claimed it was what we were smoking out of. The socket was a 9/32 I believe – very small, but a bit too small to use to just smoke out of the socket alone. They wrote my passenger a paraphernalia ticket.
While I was sitting in the back seat wondering how the situation could get any worse, J. C. Klitch came back and offered me a breathalyzer. I was stoked. “Yes, I will take your test where numbers will not lie.” There were zeros every time. The third time it displayed zeros while I was leaning through the window, he pulled it back and snapped the piece into my face then began laughing. I was stunned.
He then called to another deputy who arrived on scene and said, “I want his blood NOW.” (I was thinking, “Holy shit, vampires do exist.”) He then asked if I consented to a blood test; of course my response was ‘no.’ He replied, “Well too bad, it does not matter.” He dragged me into a hospital where they held me down and forced me to give blood.
Now, we will fast forward to my court hearing, where my public pretender said he got the DUI dropped to a paraphernalia ticket. They had me do a random UA and I passed. A local cascade probation officer asked when the last time I used was; I said, “A few weeks ago.”
We were talking to the judge then and they were just laying into me. My public pretender wasn’t saying shit. They asked if I had anything to say on my behalf. I tried to reason with the judge, but the PO that gave me the test stood and blurted out that I had smoked the day prior! This was astonishing because I was having the realization of how fucked up this little meth town really is.
The judge turned to me and said, “You can’t come to court and do drugs.” I did a week in solitary right then and there, received two years of supervised probation, 60 days of AA meetings, 48 hours of community service, and court fines. The book was shoved up my ass, to say the least. Now I ask my peers: Is this justice?