Leopold99 said:
it seems from the report that he may very well indeed be racist but does that absolve the people he arrested?
In addition to other factors about him, as well as the complete lack of evidence ... yes. Even when he had a guilty person, he
still lied. I mean, come on. They even won their day in court. Eventually. Despite a racist and ridiculous system. And at the cost of a 26-county drug task force. That's a hell of a victory to hand "guilty" people, isn't it?
you don't hate me do you?
No, not really. But I do think the excuses you made for the police are downright sick. And hey, every now and then I take the time to meet people on their own terms. If you choose to be cheap, I'm happy to give you cheap.
Treat a cop like everyone else. The New York cops tend to say what guilty people say. And given the general corruption of law enforcement, I side with the people more than with the institutions.
I used the search terms
tulia texas for most of it. I think I used
tulia innocent for the "Tulia Finds Justice" article.
i did with the help of your links.
You found Dorismond on your own.
you never did answer my question of how much experience you have with law enfrcement.
I have a very split opinion about law enforcement. For instance, the county sheriff's deputy showed much respect in an issue regarding my daughter, but the sheriff's office didn't seem to care when people were setting off bombs in my neighborhood. They were small bombs, nobody hurt or even targeted. And I do respect U.S. Rep. Dave Reichert, formerly King County Sheriff. Not only did he drop marijuana to the bottom of his priority list, but he was part of the dedicated effort to get the Green River Killer, and lost a fight to fire a deputy caught on videotape brutalizing people during the WTO conflagration in Seattle. But there's also the former cop who has said that every cop lies in court at some point, or tampers with evidence in order to ensure a conviction. And while my attitude toward the police was improving over time, it collapsed again when I revisited my 1996 arrest for driving under the influence: I now understand why the prosecutor went forward with the charge. I would have, too. The officer's incident report was profanely dishonest. The prosecutor I dealt with several (many) years later didn't feel like standing on that report. She knew, and she had more important things to deal with. I have much respect for her handling of the case.
Really, do you want me to reach back fifteen years? It's only because you asked that I even remember the booze incident in high school. Effing badges. ("Yeah, officer. You smell booze near me because this whole side of the football field reeks of booze. What, you missed the part when the drunk chick from the other school actually smashed a bottle?") Really, a cop's stupidity is not proper grounds to search and interrogate
anyone.
Oh, yeah ... and there was the DUI stop in Salem, Oregon when I was sober. The cop didn't like the way I violated the lane line. Apparently, he would have preferred I hit the black van parked on the edge of the highway, protruding into my lane. "What van?" he asked. "I didn't have to swerve around any van." (True, officer. But given that you were the only car in my mirror, I'm guessing that was you
in the other lane. Especially since I saw you change lanes to get behind me and flash your pretty lights.) At that point I challenged him on implied consent, and he eventually got the message.
Um ... see, I've tried to let some of these things go. But thank you for giving me a reason to remember them. For all the times I've broken the law you'd think law enforcement would have gotten it right at least once.
Two more. I'll tip my hat to the state trooper who let me go without mentioning my license suspension; had an idiot not changed lanes in front of me and then stopped (on the freeway), the trooper would not have encountered me. Maybe he didn't feel like the paperwork. Who knows? But I chuckle at the cops who talked to me while they were apparently looking for me (something to do with smoking pot in public) and didn't pick me up.
Apocryphal: I'm told that I once smoked pot in front of a cop in New Orleans
and harassed his horse. I don't recall the bit clearly, though I do have a blurry memory of at least speaking to the horse. I'm also told that I didn't actually
touch the horse. Apparently, this makes a difference. Nonetheless, I survived that night without arrest. It makes for a great legend. It is likely true; I
know I pissed on a Confederate Civil War memorial that night. And I know I did at least some damage in a bar near the House of Blues (called The Decatur, I think). But between the mushrooms, the booze, and the pot that I don't have a clear memory of smoking, I won't stand on the story about the horse. Treating the story as true, however, as is my habit, I must acknowledge the police officer's patience and tolerance.
(I passed on your
earlier post because it was cheap.)