This was sent to us by our friend Gunner. It’s an account of the turning point that sent him from being a citizen who knew his rights to a champion of liberty and police accountability -Kayne
This is my story of how I, a peaceful man, was arrested. You can judge for yourself as to whether my arrest was just.
It was August 11th and I woke up around 10:30am, put some clothes on and I made some breakfast for myself. I left my house around 11:00am with my skateboard. I began to head to my friend Drew’s house to hangout with him the whole day; that day. When I arrived at his place we were chilling inside his home, not knowing what to do that day, but all I wanted to do was skate.
Drew told me our friend Dave was on his way over because he also wanted to hang with us. He arrived at Drew’s around 1:30pm and as soon as he arrived we left to head over to another friends house so Drew could switch his trucks on his board so he could go skating again.
We spent at least 30-45 minutes there just talking and bullshitting and we were talking about heading to the skatepark so we could all session up there. First we needed to go to the skate shop to get wax so the ledges up at the park would be smooth. We went there, I bought my wax and we headed back to Dave’s truck to stop at Circle K to get some drinks. We were stopped by a red light which suddenly turned green right on the corner of Rt. 20, right across from CVS. Dave slammed his foot on the gas going 40-45 around the corner missing 2 young girls and swerving into oncoming traffic. He jerked his wheel back and I slid against him with my knee getting jammed under the steering wheel and Dave failed to maintain control and we crashed into a telephone pole.
I was the first one to get out of the truck and I was checking to see if I was alright. I was, so I turned back around to check if my friends were okay. They both were and I helped them out of the truck. We proceeded to head up onto the pavement where Drew and I sat next to each other while Dave was getting checked by the EMS. Patrolman, Marc Linder, was the first officer to arrive. Linder came up to me and attempted to question me. Being in shock from the accident, I repeatedly told him that I didn’t want to speak with him at this time. I didn’t want to talk to the officer at least until I spoke with my parents. I asked if I could get my property out of the truck including my cell phone in order to call my parents. He told me he has “had it with my shit” and he grabbed my wrist and arrested me. Disgusted by the officers callous and aggressive actions I went limp and fell to the ground, telling the officer that I refuse to assist him in, what I deemed to be, an unlawful arrest. His police report that was typed out said that when he reached for my wrist I pulled away and became resistant. In reality, I just fell to the ground limp and non-resistant.
While on the ground, I asked what I did wrong. He didnt tell me I was under arrest and he never cited what law I had broken. He put the handcuffs on far too tightly and I asked him to relieve the cuffs just a little and he ignored my request.
I cried out and screamed at the officer. I was in pain from the accident and the excessively tight handcuffs in addition to being generally distressed over the event and concerned for contacting my family and securing my possessions. I asked if they could retrieve my property. They refused. I told them that I did nothing wrong and they could not rightly keep me from my own private property. They ignored my requests and cries of pain. After a while another officer, Captain Johnson, came up to me in civilians clothing. He picked me up by my forearms and started to cuss at me. He called me a “fucking moron” and proceeded to accuse me of intentionally pulling the steering wheel and making the truck crash.
I was brought to the Bellevue Police Department where I sat for more than 7 hours before I was tranfered over with no phone calls to either of my parents. Officer Linder came and took me out of my cell and placed me in handcuffs once again. He proceeded to tell me that I have been charged with misconduct at an emergency and obstruction of justice. We were about to leave when he gave me my first phonecall to my mom; which she didn’t answer. It was around 9:30pm when I was transfered to the Detention Center, still confused as to why I was was being held illegally and charged with a “crime”.
I was held for 11 days in the detention center. I was convicted of both obstruction and misconduct when I was released on the 22nd of August I felt so relieved and so free to be out of that confinement.
My friends have been ever so supportive of me through this trial that ultimately started me on the path of becoming a freedom fighter. I must say thank you to them. Was it right to arrest a peaceful person? I did my best to put my experience into words and i hope you like my post and my story on how i was arrested and jailed illegally.