CITIZEN-TIMES.com: Flag-defiling charge ends in fight, arrests: "State law prohibits anyone from knowingly mutilating, defiling, defacing or trampling the U.S. or North Carolina flags. Lt. Randy Sorrells of the Buncombe County Sheriff’s Office said the Kuhns desecrated the flag by pinning signs to it, not by flying it upside down.
An upside-down flag typically is flown as a distress signal. The Kuhns said they flew it this way not out of disrespect but to symbolize the state of the country.
Deborah Kuhn said the signs pinned to the flag included an explanation on the meaning of an upside-down flag and asked to “help our country.” One of the signs was a photo of President Bush with “Out Now” written on it, they said."
Sure, this is not a political issue... Don't cops, and neighbors, have anything better to do with their time?
Showing posts with label police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label police. Show all posts
Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
I go to court Friday morning...
I have to take time out of my day to go and fight the system. I will have to try hard to contain my anger over this incident, so that I do not end up with a contempt charge added on to my resisting arrest and violation of the noise ordinance charges. Unfortunately, I do not take well to my rights being violated and there is a good possibility something might slip out of my mouth.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Duke prosecutor says he will resign - Yahoo! News
Duke prosecutor says he will resign - Yahoo! News: "RALEIGH, N.C. - A tearful Mike Nifong said Friday he will resign as district attorney after admitting that he made improper statements about three Duke University lacrosse players who were once charged with raping a stripper."
It is about time. What a horrible thing to do to those 3 innocent people, he should get jail time himself.
It is about time. What a horrible thing to do to those 3 innocent people, he should get jail time himself.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Papers, Please...
I really hate the powers that the police now have. Over the last year, I have been stopped, for absolutely no reason, twice. Both times, I was walking.
I will start with the second time. That day, I was helping my sister move, using a car borrowed form my other sister. After a few hours of running back and forth, the car started having mechanical problems, so we called it a night. I started walking home at about 11 PM. On my way home, I walked through one of the few neighborhoods that still have decent property values in Schenectady. About 300 ft. past the border of that good neighborhood, a car coming the opposite way pulled over towards me. When I saw the tell-tale spot light, I knew what I was in for.
The window rolls down, and the cop says, "Where are you going?"
I replied "Home."
He asks, "Where is that?"
Starting to get annoyed, I answer "Bradley St." Unfortunately, I was very tired, and did not want to challenge his questions. All I wanted was to hit the bed, but I did not feel like the jail would be comfortable to rest in that night.
He then asks me where I was coming from, what I was doing there, and demands that I show him ID. I was stone-cold sober, not acting suspicious in any way, and I was not carrying anything suspicious with me. For that, I get 20 questions, and he runs my license to ensure that I do not have any warrants. God forbid that I walk through a good neighborhood after dark.
The first time, however, I had had a few beers. My brother was home from the military on leave, and had gone to get beer. I went after him a few minutes later, because he had had a few more than I, and I wanted to make sure he got back OK. There are three stores in a small area that he could have gone to, and somehow, we missed each other. After going to each store, I assumed that he was already heading back to my house. I started walking home, and suddenly, a police car rolled up on me.
Two officers got out, and asked me where I was going. I told them I was going home, and that it was right across the hospital parking lot. Though I had a few beers, I was walking and acting normally, and I take the shortcut through the parking lot almost every day. I had a decent buzz, but was far from drunk. I asked them why they had stopped me, and they replied by telling me that I had to come with them. I kept asking why I was stopped, and about the third time, one of the officers pulled out his handcuffs. They slammed me on the back of the car and cuffed me, extremely tight. Meanwhile, they kept screaming, "Stop resisting!" Ok, I was not physically resisting, I was verbally asking why they had stopped me. Then they shoved me into the back of the car.
Much to my surprise, they brought me home, un-cuffed me and let me go. I guess they did not want any paperwork.
Unfortunately, before they threw me into the car, they took one of my favorite pocket knives. I have never carried a knife as a weapon, but as a tool, like I was told by my father when he gave me my first knife at 5 years old. I bet it ended up in one of their pocket's.
As far as I am concerned, both cases amount to illegal search and seizure, but today, the constitution is practically ignored. The next time I will tell the police that I left my walking license at home. [ By the way, after talking with my brother, he assured me that he had done nothing wrong, so they had not confused me with him... ]
I will start with the second time. That day, I was helping my sister move, using a car borrowed form my other sister. After a few hours of running back and forth, the car started having mechanical problems, so we called it a night. I started walking home at about 11 PM. On my way home, I walked through one of the few neighborhoods that still have decent property values in Schenectady. About 300 ft. past the border of that good neighborhood, a car coming the opposite way pulled over towards me. When I saw the tell-tale spot light, I knew what I was in for.
The window rolls down, and the cop says, "Where are you going?"
I replied "Home."
He asks, "Where is that?"
Starting to get annoyed, I answer "Bradley St." Unfortunately, I was very tired, and did not want to challenge his questions. All I wanted was to hit the bed, but I did not feel like the jail would be comfortable to rest in that night.
He then asks me where I was coming from, what I was doing there, and demands that I show him ID. I was stone-cold sober, not acting suspicious in any way, and I was not carrying anything suspicious with me. For that, I get 20 questions, and he runs my license to ensure that I do not have any warrants. God forbid that I walk through a good neighborhood after dark.
The first time, however, I had had a few beers. My brother was home from the military on leave, and had gone to get beer. I went after him a few minutes later, because he had had a few more than I, and I wanted to make sure he got back OK. There are three stores in a small area that he could have gone to, and somehow, we missed each other. After going to each store, I assumed that he was already heading back to my house. I started walking home, and suddenly, a police car rolled up on me.
Two officers got out, and asked me where I was going. I told them I was going home, and that it was right across the hospital parking lot. Though I had a few beers, I was walking and acting normally, and I take the shortcut through the parking lot almost every day. I had a decent buzz, but was far from drunk. I asked them why they had stopped me, and they replied by telling me that I had to come with them. I kept asking why I was stopped, and about the third time, one of the officers pulled out his handcuffs. They slammed me on the back of the car and cuffed me, extremely tight. Meanwhile, they kept screaming, "Stop resisting!" Ok, I was not physically resisting, I was verbally asking why they had stopped me. Then they shoved me into the back of the car.
Much to my surprise, they brought me home, un-cuffed me and let me go. I guess they did not want any paperwork.
Unfortunately, before they threw me into the car, they took one of my favorite pocket knives. I have never carried a knife as a weapon, but as a tool, like I was told by my father when he gave me my first knife at 5 years old. I bet it ended up in one of their pocket's.
As far as I am concerned, both cases amount to illegal search and seizure, but today, the constitution is practically ignored. The next time I will tell the police that I left my walking license at home. [ By the way, after talking with my brother, he assured me that he had done nothing wrong, so they had not confused me with him... ]
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