posted on Oct, 5 2005 @ 10:29 PM
My mother and grandmother had a meeting with the local police department and the county coroner over their mishandling of the investiagation of my
grandfather's murder. It was pretty interesting.
I made an entire police station pretty well stop in it's tracks and hold it's breath, which in retrospect seems pretty neat, although at the time I
was a bit preoccupied with deciding whether or not I was going to take a swing at their watch commander. In the end I just informed him that several
of his officers had committed fraud, threatened to sue, cussed him out, told him that his department couldn't find its genitals with both hands, and
left somewhat peacefully.
I think I've talked about the circumstances before. My grandfather was robbed and murdered a while back. It was an unattended death, he had facial
trauma, he was missing his wedding ring and his cellular phone, and the garage where he was found had clearly been tampered with. The Coroner was
legally required to hold an inquest and quite possibly an autopsy since A. It was an unattended death. B. There was obvious suspicion of criminal
involvement. C. He hadn't seen a doctor in the past 20 days. D. The last doctor he had seen was unable to be contacted.
If they had done this, they would have discovered that he had a crushed cheekbone, ruled it a homicide, and conducted an investigation.
The officer who responded misrepresented the situation to the coroner in part, the coroner failed to come out despite having sufficient information to
know he was required to hold an inquest, the coroner fraudulently obtained the signiture of an inelligible doctor on the death certificate. There was
no homicide investigation.
I had obtained several names and addresses through the call records from the stolen cell phone. I have had a strong suspicion of who the killer was
since 4 days after the murder. It's an open and shut case if I had the authority to question these people- the police have really screwed up.
They've pretty much ignored us since this all happened back in July, but we have kept riding them and we finally got a meeting today. We took a
reporter with us, but the police refused to have either myself or the reporter present- they wanted to deal with the two older women alone naturally-
their goal was just to shine us on again. Luckily we had all relevant law printed and highlighted, and had planned our approach ahead of time, so my
mom was able to handle it.
When they refused to have anyone else in for the meeting, and on top of that began right off the bat telling my mother and grandmother (both
Registered Nurses) that they didn't know what they were talking about as far as medical facts, I interjected, as politely but as I know how, to point
out that one way or another the police and coroner had violated the law and failed to follow their proceedures. Then they tried to tell me that I
didn't know anything except what I was told and that I had nothing to say- wrong thing to tell the guy who did most of the leg work on tracking down
the numbers called by the stolen cell phone, and pursuing the stolen rings.
By the time we really got into it I was so angry that I was physically shaking. That's when I noticed that I suddenly had the attention of everyone
in the room. A couple of uniforms stepped in from a hall and just stood there watching as I read their commander the riot act. The reporter we had
with us says that I "suddenly grew 4 inches"- I assume she's exagerating, but whatever the heck it was it sure scared the snot out of that cop.
It's a miracle I didn't end up in cuffs really. I just thought I'd get this all off my chest to vent, because I've spent most of the afternoon
entertaining the idea of what it would feel like to take that pigs lying head right off of his lazy, lard-stuffed shoulders.
(By the way- it ended rather well. Things actually went much better than we expected. The plan all along was to put them on their heels by showing up
with a reporter and an printed copy of the California Government Code, but the added fireworks with me apparently rattled them even more. They cracked
in the meeting, admitted fault, apologized for the screwup, promised an autopsy, and promised to cover the cost of exhuming the body, and, to my
shock, even sent their apologies for agitating me. Of course that still leaves us with the minor problem of them not being possessed of sufficient
deductive powers to find their genitals with both hands, which makes an investigation almost a moot point, but at least we've forced them to give my
grandfather the respect of trying.)