I was notified at 1725 hours by Cpl C. Keene of a suicide at 12th Avenue South and 50th Street South. Upon my arrival at approximately 1759 hours, I met with Crime Scene Tech, Garman and Deputies Corbitt # 247662 and Collado # 9127. I observed a white and green Ford F150 pick up truck, parked north of the west end of 12th Ave South and west of McKay Bay Trail on a dirt and grass path. THe truck was parked facing westbound. When I looked in the vehicle, I observed in the driver’s seat, a W/M slumped to his right, wearing a green polo shirt.
The war changed my life forever. I came from a small of Redding, Connecticut. I lived with my parents and my twin brother. We loved each other, we worked together, played together, and fought together. When we grew up we both decided to go to Yale.
On Sunday 03/19/2017 at approximately 0140 hours, I was contacted by Sgt B Clark about a possible DUI he had stopped. Sgt Clark advised me he had placed the subject under arrest under the suspicious of driver under the influence, and Officer Spengler had transported the subject to the station. I responded to the station and made contact with the subject, known as Omando Davis, in the holding cell at approximately 0220 hours. I escorted Davis into the intoxilyzer room to process him on the intoxilyzer 8000. While escorting Davis, I observed he had glassy blood shot eyes, slurred speech had the smell of intoxicants emitting from his breath, and was unsteady on his feet.
On 6/19/16 at 2341 hours my partner, Officer Acosta #0044, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A22. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 101 W. Washington Bl. Prior to our arrival, Sergeant Gomez #3196 arrived on scene and advised that there was a female, victim of a possible gunshot in front of 101 W. Washington Blvd. Sgt Gomez requested the Pasadena Fire Department (PFD), Rescue Ambulance, (RA) to respond. PFD stated they would stage until code-4.
The only information the officers were given was shots fired but, Deputy Murphy’s comment “if I have to go in there myself I’ll charge him with anything I can find” Is over the top and unnecessary. He didn’t know what the situation was I think the officers were right to enter his house to make sure anybody in the house is ok. Since the only information they had was shots fired the officers messed up when he took the mans keys to get into his gun safe that’s when his 4th amendment rights were violated.
Law enforcement and citizens each have their own explanation and definition what excessive force is and how it should be handled. There are different ways how law enforcement uses their excessive force which could have been different in the past from now. There needs to be various amount of changes in the police department to reduce the incident of excessive force. Excessive force is a current issue that needs to be reduced to justify every case correctly and avoid this hot controversy. All individuals in society have their own definitions and point of views on what excessive force is and how it should be handled.
I remember the click of a rifle cartridge being loaded into an AK-47 outside of Chu Lai. That instant I felt an urge to dive for cover. I didn’t even think about it, I just dived over purely by instinct, one that was never taught during training. It just happened in that moment, just as a spray of bullets were fired in our direction.
Denzonia Thompson Ethnography Narrative Narrative description of my police interview The weather was dark and gloomy outside with a hint of pumpkin spice scent from the Dunkin Donuts across the street, the temperature was slightly cold and winter-like. The faint smell of old wood emerge to my nostrils as I came closer to the 103rd Precinct.
I have this fear, wondering how the day would unfold as I took an assignment that could potentially change my life. As I have endured many changes in my life up to this point. As of nine months ago, I returned home from active duty military. Having little or no experience, I have entered a realm of a career that I do not know what is in store for me. I am a brand new police officer, just graduated the police academy on December 17, 2010.
December 28th, 1944, near Humain, Belgium. For most of my life introductions were a rarity. I lived on a small farm about fifteen kilometers away from the nearest town, one which we only visited for school, supplies and church. Everyone knew everyone, and if you were a stranger you were not one for long.
The case I researched was the Michael Brown case. This case was about a 18 year old black man was killed by a white police officer. This case was a civil case. The case was originally heard in ferguson Missouri, The jury was in a pickle from deciding to charge Wilson (The Police Officer) with murder or manslaughter. Pretty much what happen was the black man was getting pulled over and
A War on Three Fronts A flash of light shines in through my eyelids and burns my cornea. Muffled barrages and blasts sound through the silent ringing that overwhelms my eardrums. My eyes peel open and I turn my sore neck from side to side, as the blinding whiteness of everything presents me with the world in three. As the contrast in my pupils returns and the pestilence in my ears subsides, the Earth shaking sounds of bombs and bullets parade through my chest.