Posted by: anniewilson | June 22, 2009

Three strikes…the cops are out. Now who do I call?

OK it’s been well over 24 hours since the incident that I mentioned in the last post. I have now officially reported this crime to 3 cops. The last one told me that I should call the original officer who started the report. This, after I said, quite plainly…three times, that “there might still be evidence that can be collected”. Maybe it’s me, but are cops getting thicker as their muscles get bigger?

About an hour ago I was on my couch watching the news when I noticed a cop peeking in my window. I told him to go around back and I would go out the back door which he did. He asked to see a friend of mine who was sleeping. Supposedly he had a ticket for her and he needed to drop it off. I asked him if there was anything more going on that I should know and he said, “Nope.”

I went and got the chick and the cops arrested her for her traffic hijinx right there on the spot. That’s for a judge to figure out but since I had a few cops at my house, I thought I’d mention the previous day’s events and see what he had to contribute.

At first I was hesitant to speak to him because I’ve heard three cops lie in the past day. But, as time passes, more and more bruises pop up and more of me is sore. So, I gave it another chance and after I explained my hesitancy about being lied to, he officer had this sage advice, “The reason the officer did that is so you didn’t tell her that we were here and have her bolt out the back door.” I love it. More defending of their brother cops.

And, as I told him then, “OK, I’ll give all the cops a mulligan. At the end of the day, there could be evidence that could be obtained.” He wanted the know, “So, what exactly happened? You’re telling me that a cop was a jerk. What do you want me to do?” So, I had to spell it out to him.

I said, “There’s a chunk of Saturday night that I don’t remember. What I do remember was being dragged out of a car, coming to in the street and ever since then bruises have been popping up all over my body and I have no clue how they got there. I can’t even show you all of the bruises but here’s the ones on my arms (see below). Clumps of hair came out of my head yesterday morning and I don’t know why. I’ll take care of myself, you’re the cop and I’m reporting a crime. I’m trying to be very efficient with my words, I’m not emotional, I haven’t been drinking and there’s no one here telling you that I had sex. There’s no reason for me to deserve these injuries. You take it from here. If you want this guy in your neighborhood, then never mind.”

That’s when he gave me the great advice to wait until tonight and see if the guys who took the original report would come back since they started the file. That almost sounds reasonable until you consider the fact that evidence that might be here now is likely going to be gone by tonight.

I’ve told this story to three cops in Marietta, Georgia and so far, not one of them has seen fit to treat me like a victim. I asked the last one to at least consider me a witness. But, for one reason or another, not one of the three has seen fit to take me seriously. BUT…every single one of them has defended the actions of the other cops as though instinct compelled them to do so. It’s nice to know that our cops are a tight-knit group. But what good is that if all they do when you report a crime is explain the asshole actions of other cops?

This is almost getting funny. I would think that within a few days I’ll see the humor in it all. But, for right now, the entire right side of my chest hurts when I inhale. My dog is seemingly the only male in Marietta who consistently acts more like a gentleman than all of the other testosterone induced shitheads combined.

My friend may have broken the law, I don’t know, I wasn’t there. But it’s interesting how the cops showed up only after I posted the last post. I have a feeling that the cops in this town aren’t going to be done until they’ve arrested anyone who is in this house for one thing or another. Of course, in the meantime, there’s someone who DOES know what happened to me Sunday morning and not one cop has asked him what that could be. That is apparently because, “If two people are drinking, we could arrest either one of you for drunk in public.” I understand that. What I don’t understand is why drunk in public is a concern but drunk while driving a car is NOT. After that idiot got away with DUI, I shouldn’t have expected the cops to be worried about me. But, I’d rather not get arrested for being the victim of a crime that I don’t fully understand and I seriously see that as an option.

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  1. I hope that’s just southern police but I’m afraid it’s not


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