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Originally posted by damien007
I've personally been a victim-Jeffhale
How many times do you want to tell your story - jeesh! In almost all of your posts you mentioned this!
How about some cheese with that Whine!
You got slapped around a little, camera busted, won a lawsuit, get over it!
You seem to want to re-live it over and over!
Let me tell you then, little troll.
When you are passing two cops at a parade, and see them kicking, about 2-3 feet inside of an alcove of a store front, somebody who's lying on the ground inside of a sleeping bag, and object to that treatment, in my case, stuck my tounge out and went "thurrrt". And they turn their attention on you, walk ya down to next corner turn down a dark street 75 feet or so, well away from the crowd. You're not arguing, not objecting, completely cooperative. Stop and inform you "you're going to jail", ask "why?" and told "public intoxication". explain that you're not drunk, which is ignored,, allow them to put the cuffs on, behind you.. which incidentally, were put on loose enough, to not cause any harm.. I.E I was gathering an indication they weren't roughing me up..
And then, calmly, walked further down a dark street, another 150 feet or so to their car,, peacefully. I hadn't said another word, when they said, why they were taking me too jail, and ignored my reply, pulled cuffs out, I offered my hands, I thought to my self,, that; 'it might cost me $50 for bail. I had enough cash in pocket, they'd give me some kind of alcohol test, breath thingy, whatever, and I'd be back in an hour or two.' with that, had no reason to say anything more.
And then, at the car, smacked, hit, I can't recall except sudden pain on my head from behind, and falling down into the ground. Kicked and beaten multiple times on the head,, shoulders, belly, ribs and back. I.E. getting the holy CRAP beaten out of you while you're still giving absolutely zero resistance!!. . At first, with cuffed hands to my back, face down on the side of head and knees, until they'd kicked and beat me to the extent I'd fallen into a fetal position, attempting to cover what I could of head and body. .
begin screaming for "Help!. HELP!".. as the beating continues, lying in fetal position but, facing the area we had walked from. I yelled out to my buddy, who was about 50 feet away standing on a corner, "Paul!, Paul get help! Help!!" He couldn't believe it, a dead expression on face. and then seeing an old lady 10-15 away near him, with her jaws hanging wide open in obvious disbelief too, directing your screams for help at her!.. at which time, I presume, the two criminal cops realized there was witnesses and stopped.. Picked me up by the back of hair and seat of pants, tossed me on the floorboard of back seat.
And then hauled to some small temp station, onto a loading dock out side, slammed into a wall face first, I did not know where the cops were but felt alone for a minute, and I could see people coming and going through a door about 20 feet away. Beaten and battered, decided to turn my head into the wall. staring at the wall., began yelling, moreover, in a regulated, controlled manor: "Help! Help, I am a victim of police brutality!" I wanted help, and thought; if I did not sound intelligent, was not making a good clean clear plea, I'd be ignored as some dope criminal. It didn't work, maybe one glanced at me, when I began but went ignored.
Then, about a minute later, I didn't see or hear anything near me but the two cops had apparently returned with fresh coffee and poured it down my back. I didn't know what the burning was, but smelled coffee. then began telling me: "shut up!" And, when I did not, slammed me down to the ground again, cop on top, choke hold position, squeezing the life out of me. The cop , yelling in my face; "If you don't shut up I'm going to Kill you!!" another second later: "I'm going to kill you!!"" until I'm gagging for air. feeling my throat gurgling, as the blood pressure increased to the limit in my head,, 'nod,, nodded, yes'. Once he stopped, picked me up by the neck and carried me, by the neck, into those doors across a hall or room. . Slammed me against a wall, face first, where I stood for a few minutes until a booking cop, Grabbed me by the neck, face to face, and carried me across the room. Where I asked,, (yeah weird, it is possible to talk when your body is numb and being carried by the neck, go figure?)
As he carried me across the room, I asked:, "How can you sleep at night when you've done things like this to people". At which he replied: "You should be happy because, there's lots of reporters who'd be glad to have this experience".. To which I replied: "How can you face your self in the mirror every morning?"
Finally and calmly booked me, (I still, though it all, remained calm, in which, this booking cop did too) and hauled me by the neck to a little cell.
You might be surprised that, after you've had the holy crap beat out of you, burned with coffee, held down in a choke hold until you're head is about to explode, carried around by the neck further, and told; 'I should be happy about it??' 1.. you will be numb to further pain.
And guess what?? troll.. I didn't have a dam camera!. My buddy was afraid to witness, testify, afraid they'd come, pick him up and do the same to him, so, no witness, no defense. An investigator visited my home, and Paul made sure he was not availed. I had tried reasoning with him for a few days after I'd been informed by investigator, and made an appointment where he wanted to meet with me in my home. But, Paul was not going to witness he was afraid for his life and security. .. (Yeah, duhh, I never recognized or trusted Paul Wilfong as a buddy again, go figure?) Albeit, I understood Paul's fear too. ..
as I said, the charge of public intoxication was dismissed.
My report to the Pasadena police, responded; "Not sustained "
I didn't get any dam money!!, Was too poor, attending collage and too ignorant to find an attorney or visit a doctor for an examination. .. My neck was bruised top to bottom from the choke hold, arms, elbows, ribs, bruised and cut, multiple bumps and bruises all over the top and back of head. sweater torn, knees on pants ripped and knee caps scrapped. . And that Rodney King chump, drug freak,, criminal, couldn't hold a fricken toothpick to the criminal beating I got!!
2. > It's not something YOUR ARE EVER GOING TO FORGET!! TROLL!!
Oh, I might add, the judge, after he dismissed the charge, told me that; 'prior to my encounter with them, shortly prior, a few blocks away from where I'd met them, there had been a small fire at a home in the parade route. The cops had a difficult time getting the crowd away, to get fire trucks in, and had became frustrated.'
You think if that happened to you, You'd just "SHUT UP!!", Troll??
3 cops, 3!! Plus those coming and going at that temp station, witnesses! enjoined in a cooperative brutality!!.
Anybody who does not understand how DAM brutal our police forces are, are DELUSIONAL with ignorance!!
What you can do, Troll, is tell others:
My real name is; Jeff Hale, I am not an anonymous identity and "It's real!" Police brutality and criminal cooperative cover up is VERY, VERY REAL.
P.S. As I think back on this event, considering all of the cover up, several witnesses at that station. I could not see, but there had been quite a few people, not all police, coming and going, no doubt they heard that cop, screaming that he'd kill me. Wonder; 'Why carrying me around by the neck like that? Were they hoping I would begin some type of resistance, while dangling from the neck, it would break? Well endowed with the knowledge that cops do not snitch on each other. Obviously as a result, according to a Pasadena police investigator, "not sustained". Kill me, rid themselves of the possible consequences?' I don't know except, I was very healthy, very active in sports, years of surfing builds a strong neck and shoulders, years of tennis too. Lucky! Lucky that I remained calm, to be sure!