Ephydriad
31st October 2009, 14:21
This is a story two of my friends personally witnessed occur at University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. The story is kind of long, so if it's too early for you I'll highlight the important parts. :)
"Tonight I was granted a rare look at the justice provided by our local police department. My friend and I were on Oregon, east of Spurlock Museum, just past Lincoln. We were waiting on the sidewalk outside a private dorm for a key so we could go back to Allen Hall. It was particularly chilly and as we huddle for warmth I noticed that there were a number of policemen about. Not in cars, but standing in the driveway area of the dorm. This didn’t really surprise me. It’s the night before Halloween, everyone around us was in costume and likely more than a little intoxicated. I figured some poor drunk kid happened to find himself face to face with a group or officers or maybe someone had called the fuzz in on a party in the dorm. Either way, I wasn’t going to bother them. I don’t fuck with police officers.
A group of two girls and a guy walked by, one the girls was holding a medium coke from someone restaurant or another. This, apparently, is probable cause for search the girl. Two officers came over and asked her what was in the cup. She said it was a coke. I figured that it wasn’t just a coke, but I wasn’t going to say anything. She was convincing, not giving any indication that she was lying. She looked the cops in the eye and did not stutter. I say this to show that she gave no probable cause. The policewoman took the drink, opened the lid, smelled and asked the girl if she had ID and if she could step over toward the sidewalk.
I turned to her friends, concerned. Don’t worry, she is 21 they say, just as the officers inform her they are writing her a ticket for open alcohol (technically the cup was covered with a lid, but I assume that law applies to seal products). I told the other two that I didn’t feel comfortable with what was happening and we began to discuss what might define probably cause.
A few feet away another student was arguing with the officers. He had shouted at one of his friends that they should get out of there. The officers just happened to between him and his friends. The officers began shouting at him back, telling him to get off the property. Being a little intoxicated, he not so politely informed the officers that he was on the sidewalk not private property, but the officers shot back that he is blocking the sidewalk and that is a violation. Our group of four all looked at each other.
Between the four of us, the sidewalk was more than blocked side to side yet we got no guff. This lone student was hardly taking up half the sidewalk and they were threatening to write him up. He got the message and left. He was lucky.
At some point, a guy in a cow suit who had been watching joined our circle of police watchers (I wish I had a cooler name than that). He was very upset with the whole situation, we all were. He said something about a police state. I don’t think he really meant it, but we all felt what he meant. He began to ask the police officers if they had probable cause. At first they didn’t hear him. I told him to stop. There was nothing he could do. I have dealt with police officers before and you don’t win. They are the law and are above the law. Their word always goes. I felt the same agitation he did, knew that path was trouble. He didn’t listen to me.
He engaged one of the officers in a discussion of probable cause, a discussion going no where. The policewoman asked him to step of the private property and he moved to the sidewalk. Once he moved to the sidewalk she told him to leave. Apparently, as long as police are on private property, they don’t have to justify or explain themselves because there is no where you can legally stand to hold a conversation. The noble man in cow suit refused to give up ground, so the officer approached him and told him to leave, and he backed away into the street (it is wise to give ground to police officers). She continued to tell him to go and he said no and continued to ask for a justification for probable cause.
She threatened to arrest him and he refused. “What are you going to arrest me for?”
And that’s when she reached for his arm to turn him around. Fine fine! He says as he turns to leave. But she isn’t done with him, she continues to try to grab him “Are you serious? Are you seriously arresting me!? For what?” She tells him that standing in and using the street as a walkway is illegal. A fact not previously mention in the conversation (if you can call it that). He continues to back away, saying he’ll leave. Another cop comes running in, and he gives up when they both grab him. As the cops put the cuffs on cow guy he pleads I can’t believe this is happening while the cops compulsively shout “Stop resisting arrest” at the now docile cow.
I am now in a state of shock. My body shakes and shivers, mainly from the cold, but also mainly from the disgust at what I am seeing unfold in front of me. The police inform cow man that he will be going to jail. This was unbelievable. A man in a cow suit just got run into the street by an officer, and then got arrested for standing in the street. What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck does these people think they are? She RAN HIM INTO THE STREET and then ARRESTED HIM FOR BEING THERE. That is like literally putting drugs in someone’s pocket and then finding those drugs two seconds later and throwing them in jail. It’s like entrapment. I don’t even remember if he was read his Miranda rights.
I do the only thing I can. I sit and watch. I feel that is all I can do. I hope cow guy takes some comfort in knowing that I am there and I am watching. I think about my options. Clearly any discussion with these officers is out of the question; I don’t want to end up next to the cow guy in the squad car. So I do the only thing I can. I ask the officers for their names, which they grudgingly give me (I don’t know the law but I think they have to answer that question). Not having pen or paper, I ask them to state it again and they give me two numbers: 342 and 328. I don’t know which is which. I do know that the Urbana police department will be getting a call in the morning.
What happened to being civil servants? What happened to defending the people not harassing the people? How many crimes that actually harmed others went unpunished that night? Instead the cops are too worried about their own damn egos to give a shit about their real job. A police officer should not be looking for a reason to arrest someone, but I get the feeling that arresting someone is exactly what those officers were trying to do that night. Their role is to enforce laws with wisdom not hubris, concern not wrath. I did not get cow guys name, but I wish he did. He stood up for justice, for knowledge, for his fellow human being, and never for one minute stepped out of his rights. He is in jail now.
This is the mission statement of Urbana police:
To protect life, property and the constitutional rights of all citizens within our jurisdiction; to serve our citizens by enforcing the law, preserving the peace, and reducing the fear of crime; to help create a safer environment in which to live, work and recreate through problem solving and collaboration with our citizens; to continually strive for excellence in the performance of our duty through education and training.
I don't see arresting harmless people in cow suits above. I feel angry, upset and sort of powerless. But all I can do is spread the story. Thanks for reading."
What is to be done?
"Tonight I was granted a rare look at the justice provided by our local police department. My friend and I were on Oregon, east of Spurlock Museum, just past Lincoln. We were waiting on the sidewalk outside a private dorm for a key so we could go back to Allen Hall. It was particularly chilly and as we huddle for warmth I noticed that there were a number of policemen about. Not in cars, but standing in the driveway area of the dorm. This didn’t really surprise me. It’s the night before Halloween, everyone around us was in costume and likely more than a little intoxicated. I figured some poor drunk kid happened to find himself face to face with a group or officers or maybe someone had called the fuzz in on a party in the dorm. Either way, I wasn’t going to bother them. I don’t fuck with police officers.
A group of two girls and a guy walked by, one the girls was holding a medium coke from someone restaurant or another. This, apparently, is probable cause for search the girl. Two officers came over and asked her what was in the cup. She said it was a coke. I figured that it wasn’t just a coke, but I wasn’t going to say anything. She was convincing, not giving any indication that she was lying. She looked the cops in the eye and did not stutter. I say this to show that she gave no probable cause. The policewoman took the drink, opened the lid, smelled and asked the girl if she had ID and if she could step over toward the sidewalk.
I turned to her friends, concerned. Don’t worry, she is 21 they say, just as the officers inform her they are writing her a ticket for open alcohol (technically the cup was covered with a lid, but I assume that law applies to seal products). I told the other two that I didn’t feel comfortable with what was happening and we began to discuss what might define probably cause.
A few feet away another student was arguing with the officers. He had shouted at one of his friends that they should get out of there. The officers just happened to between him and his friends. The officers began shouting at him back, telling him to get off the property. Being a little intoxicated, he not so politely informed the officers that he was on the sidewalk not private property, but the officers shot back that he is blocking the sidewalk and that is a violation. Our group of four all looked at each other.
Between the four of us, the sidewalk was more than blocked side to side yet we got no guff. This lone student was hardly taking up half the sidewalk and they were threatening to write him up. He got the message and left. He was lucky.
At some point, a guy in a cow suit who had been watching joined our circle of police watchers (I wish I had a cooler name than that). He was very upset with the whole situation, we all were. He said something about a police state. I don’t think he really meant it, but we all felt what he meant. He began to ask the police officers if they had probable cause. At first they didn’t hear him. I told him to stop. There was nothing he could do. I have dealt with police officers before and you don’t win. They are the law and are above the law. Their word always goes. I felt the same agitation he did, knew that path was trouble. He didn’t listen to me.
He engaged one of the officers in a discussion of probable cause, a discussion going no where. The policewoman asked him to step of the private property and he moved to the sidewalk. Once he moved to the sidewalk she told him to leave. Apparently, as long as police are on private property, they don’t have to justify or explain themselves because there is no where you can legally stand to hold a conversation. The noble man in cow suit refused to give up ground, so the officer approached him and told him to leave, and he backed away into the street (it is wise to give ground to police officers). She continued to tell him to go and he said no and continued to ask for a justification for probable cause.
She threatened to arrest him and he refused. “What are you going to arrest me for?”
And that’s when she reached for his arm to turn him around. Fine fine! He says as he turns to leave. But she isn’t done with him, she continues to try to grab him “Are you serious? Are you seriously arresting me!? For what?” She tells him that standing in and using the street as a walkway is illegal. A fact not previously mention in the conversation (if you can call it that). He continues to back away, saying he’ll leave. Another cop comes running in, and he gives up when they both grab him. As the cops put the cuffs on cow guy he pleads I can’t believe this is happening while the cops compulsively shout “Stop resisting arrest” at the now docile cow.
I am now in a state of shock. My body shakes and shivers, mainly from the cold, but also mainly from the disgust at what I am seeing unfold in front of me. The police inform cow man that he will be going to jail. This was unbelievable. A man in a cow suit just got run into the street by an officer, and then got arrested for standing in the street. What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck does these people think they are? She RAN HIM INTO THE STREET and then ARRESTED HIM FOR BEING THERE. That is like literally putting drugs in someone’s pocket and then finding those drugs two seconds later and throwing them in jail. It’s like entrapment. I don’t even remember if he was read his Miranda rights.
I do the only thing I can. I sit and watch. I feel that is all I can do. I hope cow guy takes some comfort in knowing that I am there and I am watching. I think about my options. Clearly any discussion with these officers is out of the question; I don’t want to end up next to the cow guy in the squad car. So I do the only thing I can. I ask the officers for their names, which they grudgingly give me (I don’t know the law but I think they have to answer that question). Not having pen or paper, I ask them to state it again and they give me two numbers: 342 and 328. I don’t know which is which. I do know that the Urbana police department will be getting a call in the morning.
What happened to being civil servants? What happened to defending the people not harassing the people? How many crimes that actually harmed others went unpunished that night? Instead the cops are too worried about their own damn egos to give a shit about their real job. A police officer should not be looking for a reason to arrest someone, but I get the feeling that arresting someone is exactly what those officers were trying to do that night. Their role is to enforce laws with wisdom not hubris, concern not wrath. I did not get cow guys name, but I wish he did. He stood up for justice, for knowledge, for his fellow human being, and never for one minute stepped out of his rights. He is in jail now.
This is the mission statement of Urbana police:
To protect life, property and the constitutional rights of all citizens within our jurisdiction; to serve our citizens by enforcing the law, preserving the peace, and reducing the fear of crime; to help create a safer environment in which to live, work and recreate through problem solving and collaboration with our citizens; to continually strive for excellence in the performance of our duty through education and training.
I don't see arresting harmless people in cow suits above. I feel angry, upset and sort of powerless. But all I can do is spread the story. Thanks for reading."
What is to be done?