Friday, September 26, 2008

Dirty cops in Fontana California Part 1

Yesterday morning at 4:00 I was awakened by a security guard telling me to scram. At 4:20, while stuffing my things into my backpack in compliance, a couple Fontana cops showed up. Shining a bright spotlight at me, they stayed at their cruisers for a minute while I stuffed, giving them plenty of time to figure out, without a doubt, that I was absolutely harmless. With only a few small items left to pack, one of the cops approached me and asked me something. I couldn't hear him, so I said, "What?" Apparently providing the wrong answer to his unintelligible question, he immediately ambushed me, grabbing one of my arms and twisting it behind my back, then quickly twisting the other arm behind my back. He then threw me to the ground, face down, and finally pounced on me with a knee to my back to keep me down. He didn't cuff me, nor did he check me for weapons, nor did he keep me restrained
for more than a few seconds because this was not policework. This was police brutality...

3 comments:

revolution said...

it was only a matter of time.


good thing you're not black....

Anonymous said...

Damn Ryan, you have the worst luck or karma when it comes to police officers. =P

Ryan M. Powell said...

I'm not so sure it was only a matter of time, Lew. I mean, I have dealt with so many cops out here, and most of them have been either cool or very cool. You're probably right that it's a good thing I'm not black. There are so many reasons aside from this that it's good I'm not black, which is a disgusting shame. Still, these guys had their minds set that I was a worthless bum, despite all the evidence to the contrary, and it was probably pretty similar to some of the experiences of black people in America. And I don't mean to imply that I have any idea what it's like to be black in America because I don't. Fact is I have white skin, and that alone gives me privileges I don't deserve. More about some of this stuff in the next post.

Hey Windwalker, it's cool to see regular comments from someone new who I don't think I met on the road or already knew. Actually, like I said above, I mostly have good experiences with cops. I've had a few bad experiences and a few really bad experiences, but over 90 percent of my cop experiences are routine and not worth mentioning.