This is my first thread. It's something that has been heavy on my mind, and I'm not sure where to post this.
MOD'S!!! Do what ya gotta!
Thank you in advance for reading and I would love some advice.
I'm 27 years old. I live in northern Vermont. A small town with a city label.. haha. I have had few issues with the local police.
Don't get me wrong. I have no criminal record. I keep to myself. I don't go out often, and now I go out even less!
A few years ago, there was a bar closing due to legalities... the employees invited me to come and help 'empty the kegs' haha. So i obliged.
I left and walked home. I was maybe four houses away from my home, walking on the sidewalk. A cop car pulled up next to me, and two officers got out,
said nothing to me, put me in handcuffs, AND THEN breathalyzed me. I told them I lived literally a few houses up, they said I didn't want to wake my
mother up. She works third shift and in fact was awake. They took me to the drunk tank, a good 30 minute walk from my home, and around 830 am woke me
and sent me on my way. Okay, okay... It was a fluke right? No big deal...
A couple months ago, I wanted to go out and have a good time. I walked to the bar. Had a good time. Something I noticed in the times I do go out is
that the local police routinely enter this establishment, patrol it, then leave. Almost as if they are fishing...
Anyway, I walked there. It was incredibly busy at the bar this night. The police came and walked around a bit. I had several drinks. Around 130 I put
my headphones in, and walked home. I walked on the sidewalk. By myself, hands in my pockets listening to music that I made. Again, within a block of
my home (mind you this is a small town. a block is about a five minute walk) an officer pulled up ONTO the curb. I stopped and removed my
He asked where I was coming from, and I told him the name of the bar. He asked where I was going, and I replied that I was heading to my home, and
gave him the address. He asked if I had been drinking, and I said yes. He then radioed something, and two more cop cars arrived.
Now with three police officers around me, I was beginning to get nervous. So I calmly requested to ask a question, 'why did you stop me?'
The second officer to arrive said almost reflexively 'you stumbled.'
I then stated calmly, 'but you weren't the one who stopped me.' I addressed the other officer, 'why did you stop me?'
He stammered and said 'you stumbled'
As a side note, our sidewalks are very poorly maintained, I may have stumbled but I honestly don't recall that happening, and really don't consider a
slight stumble cause to stop a person.
I asked why they were doing this. I was not getting loud, or hostile. In fact, I was becoming more and more submissive as I saw where this was going.
I told them it wasn't right. I live literally five minutes from where we stood, and I don't cause trouble. I just walked home from the bar, something
I THOUGHT was the responsible thing to do.
They then, seemingly because I used my right to ask, handcuffed me and stuffed me in a car. they drove me to the drunk tank again. Only this time they
didn't take me out of the car. They then breathalyzed me, the officer signed a paper, then buckled me in and we left.
We got on the interstate, and my local police officer drove me an hour away, to a correctional facility. I was put in a holding cell with 5 others.
One was an 'intoxicated person'. One was a parole violator. The other three were there because the ATF raided their house and were being charged for
gun running. They were freaking out, and I was a little intimidated.
I woke up around ten. They breathalyzed me. I requested to use the phone to call home, as nobody knew where I was. I had to work at 4, but at this
point I wasn't too nervous. They told me I could use the phone once I blew .000
At noon, they tested me again. I blew something like .03 Still no phone call.
Again at 2. .01 No phone call.
At 330... .003 No phone call, and I was very anxious because I am an hour away from home, I have to work in 30 minutes, and nobody knows where I am. I
am a supervisor at my job, and was supposed to be running the shift this particular night.
At 430, I asked them to try again. .001 At this point they said close enough, and 20 minutes later finally let me out. 10 minutes of outprocessing
and I finally was allowed to give the guard my dads phone number so HE could call. Graciously, my dad drove the hour to pick me up. I called my boss
and explained to him what happened. He understood I would not be working that evening, but could not understand why they would bring me out there,
like every single person I spoke with.
I was not charged with anything. These officers, IMHO, wasted a substantial amount of gas bringing me out there, and never even gave me a fine. Yeah,
Im glad I didn't have to pay anything, but seriously? I wasn't able to get any of my belongings for three days, because it was in the evidence lockup.
Evidence of what?
When I asked why I was brought all the way out there, I was told I was 'becoming disorderly'. Why? because I asked why I was stopped? Because I stood
up for my inalienable rights in a peaceful manner? Because literally the entire patrol for that evening stopped me, walking with my hands in my
pockets, quietly with my headphones on? When the hundred other people at the bar left just as intoxicated as I, only they hopped in their cars and
I'm still trying to understand this event. I feel like I had my rights violated. I missed a day at work, and had what some would call a traumatic
experience. I'm no jailbird. It was a little frightening to me, and add to it that NOBODY had any clue where I was, or if I was okay. And instead of
being a walkable distance from home, I was an hour away, one way!!
I don't think this was right, and don't really know who to talk to, or if it's even worth it. Since then, I haven't gone out again, and have been
intimidated about walking at all. Anyone have any insight?
edit on 7/14/2011 by HardyWhite because: to say thanks!