At this point the entire neighborhood was uneasy and curious. As they began to wrap up and leave I noticed my husband becoming a little anxious, so I asked him, “Are you alright?” he replied, “Yes, I’m just glad the police are gone.” As daylight began to fade and night started to set in a couple of my friends came to visit me, and we were seating, conversing and watching TV, when we heard a loud knock on the door. Before I could make it to the door I heard another loud knock followed by a shout saying, “POLICE OPEN THE DOOR!” My husband jumps up and run to the back room, which I find strange. I opened the door to four officers with their weapons drawn asking me, “Where’s your husband?” Before I could answer they pushed me out the way and instructed my friends and I to lay on the floor and remain still. They then began to search the house and found my husband hiding in a closet. They …show more content…
I was completely puzzled but I cooperated. When I entered the station the Chief of Police instructed me to have a seat and began the questioning. He asked, “Do you know why you are here?” I told him, “No,” and then told me he was investigating the rape of my stepdaughter, in which she named my husband the offender. He tells me this went on from the age 11-14, 14 being here current age. Then he starts to describe in explicit details how, what, when, and where the events took place. I found the information to much for me to bare and I broke down in tears. The officer gave me his card and told me if I could remember anything to give him call. As I was leaving I felt so empty inside, like someone had ripped the life out of me.
A month had passed and I haven’t seen or talked to my husband since everything had happened, so when I finally was able to visit him I had one question to ask him, “Are you guilty?” He was adamant he was innocent but his daughter begs to differ. I
Rebels Without a Cause Not very many people have affected me in the same way as my friend Jake Fernholz. I have never realized the influence he has had on me until someone pointed out that we talk and think the same way. I only met Jake two years ago in track, when a pulled hamstring injury caused Mr. Kellerman to have me practice with the long distance kids. Mr. Kellerman forced me into staying on the long distance team and that is where I started to hit it off with Jake. It took me a long time to be comfortable with Jake, but when I did we quickly found our common interests.
On 06/09/2018 at approximately 0435 Officer Sultemeier #969 was doing an hourly jail check in the woman’s wing. I Officer Zagada #967 stayed in booking to try to finish up updating our Classification log. Then, I overheard Officer Sultemeier speak to dispatch about two females coming out of Day Room 6. I Officer Zagada called officer Sultemeier over the radio and asked him “why are you bringing out two girls.”
Once there, and before asking Powell any questions, the officers advised Powell of his rights by reading them from the standard Tampa Police Department consent and release form. Powell acknowledged his rights had been read to him and that he understood his rights by signing the consent form. Powell
On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.
On 03/02/2017, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approximately 1551 hours I was in Human Resources when I heard other officers get dispatched to Jardine Hall Room 201 for a panic alarm. I notified dispatch that I would be enroute since Human Resources in close to Jardine Hall. When I was approaching Jardine, I observed a male wearing a hat with shoulder length curly hair standing outside the front doors on the east side of Jardine. As I was entering the building, I walked past the male.
I knocked on the door, announced I was the Police, told Oleg he was under arrest for an order violation, and advised him to come outside. I heard a male inside the playhouse ask multiple times why we were there, and heard someone walking back and forth inside. After a few minutes, a male, who identified himself as Oleg, came outside. I placed Oleg into handcuffs and again advised him he was under arrest for violation of an order. Officer Benavente advised Oleg of his Constitutional Rights, and Oleg said he understood and was willing to speak with Police.
The badge says “New Jersey State Police.” Before you can speak, he puts cuffs on you.. “You have the right to remain silent….” The words get louder, and you can hear
A chance encounter with the wrong police officer led to so much lost
I arrived at the station and the sheriff was the one who greeted me, which was odd because they had people who were payed to greet you when you came in. He brought me to the back of the station where they have the interrogation rooms. He brought me into the room and asked me for full name and age. I responded with Thomas Splaine, age 24. The cop asked me what was my connection with the murder of Christy Onkels.
On August 8th, 1986, Michael’s birthday, Chris Morton was found bludgeoned in her bed. Chris was 31 years old and had fallen asleep after putting their son Eric to bed. Michael was expecting intercourse with Chris, but she went to bed. Michael stated that his wife woke him up in the middle of the night and told him they could tomorrow. The next morning Michael continued with his normal routine and went to work.
In fact, when one of the police officers was asked if he was there to get a confession, he responded, “yes.” Over the course of this interrogation, the police officers physically and emotionally
My norm violation was facing the people while standing in an elevator. My partner, Ali and I decided to go to Jackson hospital to perform the norm, unfortunately we decided to change setting because the hospital was empty, and the experiment wouldn’t work. We decided then to go an apartment located at North Miami. When we first got there I thought it would be a perfect place because there’s so many different people of different ethnicity living in North Miami, but most of the people coming in and out of the elevator were Hispanics. The people in the elevator were mostly middle age, and a little bit older.
and then I asked ‘why am I being arrested’. They then proceeded to pull me to the ground and I was beaten. I was kicked in the face several times and I had received an elbow to the lower back. I fell unconscious after that because I have
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
“Containers of gasoline, lighters, a shovel, a hammer and a rifle. I guess we got lucky and caught you before you could empty it back at your place huh?”. Before he could respond the officer continued, “Are you familiar with the four police officers whose homes ended up in