Son of a Nun

Son of a Nun!! Arrested! (Part 1) April 2, 2009

Posted by sonofanun in Police Brutality.
Tags: Arrest, Arrested, Brutality, Hanidcap Arrest, Nun, Police Brutality
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Night of November 22^nd and morning of November 23rd in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Written on November 24^th between 11am and 3pm shortly after being released from Hennepin County Adult Detention Center

The Events Leading to the Arrest

7:05pm – Parked next to Nicollet Mall at meter parking near Brits bar.

7:10pm – Arrived at the Local for dinner with the Birthday group.

7:57pm – Purchased an Artichoke Dip appetizer and 1 Summit Beer.

8:30pm – Walked to Brits with Birthday group

9:07pm – Purchased 1 Longbow beer for myself and Jameson Whiskey for Brennan (B-Day person), myself, and Brennan’s friend. Also received one Jager shot from Brennan’s friend.

9:45pm – Left Brits

10:20pm – Parked at Block E ramp in handicap space closest to the Graves hotel adjacent to Block E

10:30pm – Arrived at Brennan’s room at the Grave’s hotel. Sat on desk and talked with everyone. No Drinks.

11:05pm – Left the Graves Hotel. Walked to Brother’s Bar and Grill

11:15pm – Arrived at Brother’s Bar and Grill

11:30pm – Purchased a Miller light beer and Danced with group.

12:00am – Left Brother’s Bar and Grill

12:10am – Walked to Sneaky Pete’s with group. Drank water. Danced with group.

1:45am – Left Sneaky Pete’s. Group stayed at Sneaky Pete’s until bar close. Walked to Block E to get car and go home.

1:58am – Arrived at front door of Block E on Hennepin Ave….Arrested!

The Brutality

2:00 – 2:40am (Arrest Time 2:10am)

Walking down Hennepin Avenue, in downtown Minneapolis, toward Block E mall with the intent of getting to my car parked in a handicap spot inside the parking ramp below the mall. As I approached the mall I noticed doors open as people were exiting. I take two steps inside the proximity of the doorway. A security guard inside the doorway stops me and asks “where are you going?”. As he jumps in front of me I tell him I am parked in the handicap parking spot inside the ramp no more than 500 feet from the door. The security guard ordered me to go around the block to reach the parking ramp. I showed him my parking stub and explained again to him in a non-alarming voice that I have a painful condition on my feet that causes pain when I walk. The security guard said he would not let me through. I stepped onto the sidewalk after the security guard put his hands out to begin pushing me. The Security guard said “you will have to ask him”, while pointing to a police officer standing to my right.

I turned to talk to the officer. I explained again in a non-alarming voice that I was parked in the parking lot underneath Block E. I presented him my parking stub for validation that I was parked just inside the doors under the ramp. He said I would have to walk around to the other side of the block to reach the parking garage. I explained that the condition I had was very painful and mentioned walking around the block would cause me more pain. He walked from my right to my left to stand in the doorway while I was turned to him on the sidewalk. The security guard was further in the entryway. The officer said I was under arrest. Shocked and stunned I asked “Why?!”, “What?!”, “Why am I arrested?”. He said I was trespassing.

The officer pulled me into the entry way in between the doorways of Block E. While pulling me I continued asking questions about how I had been trespassing and for a brief moment I held on to the doorway as he was pulling on my shoulder. Once he pulled me through the doorway into the entryway he pepper sprayed me. The parking ticket fell out of my hands as I cover my eyes to avoid the painful concoction from entering my eyes. The officer forced me further into the entry way where he sprayed pepper spray a second time. My eyes begin to burn. He handcuffed me. I said “what did I do?…I didn’t do any thing to deserve this!”. While enduring the scolding pain, I opened my eyes to glance at the crowd that had gathered. Forced to shut my eyes again from the intense burning, I opened them only for brief moment while the officer begins escorting me to the security room in the mall.

The officer brings me up the escalator into a large hallway where he stops and pushes me up against the wall. In a demanding voice he commands, “don’t mess with me…you need to obey!”. I respond “I didn’t do anything!”. He pinned me up against the wall with my torso parallel with the ground facing the floor. The police officer stands to my left facing me and punches me in the face bruising my upper right lip. Commanding me a second time he questions me, “are you going to listen…are you going to obey!!?”. The police officer punches me again in the face impacting my right nostril and lower right eye. My nose begins to bleed. In a moment of silence, I reply to his previous question in a calm manner, “yes”.

As the officer walks me to the security station my blood drips from my nostril to the floor and eventually stains my Express shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes. The officer walks me down to the security station and tells me to sit next to the doorway. While handcuffed with my eyes closed and head leaned forward to avoid further stains from the dripping blood, he asks for my identification. He grabs my wallet. I tell him as he walks into the security room, behind me to my left, that I have several ID’s, two Minnesota, and one California. I just moved back to Minnesota from Los Angeles and did not want this to be any confusion for the identification process. I give him the current address I am staying. He further questions me asking basic identification questions. He walks around to the front of me and said in a shockingly threatening voice, “you are being arrest from trespassing and disorderly conduct!”. This was never followed by my Miranda rights. So I ask the officer for his name and id number, he only gives me his name, and then says “Don’t Play Games with me!”. He retreats back into the security room out of my languishing sight.

The arresting officer comes back out of the security room and wipes my nose with a paper towel. A second officer stood behind me while the arresting officer wipes my nose. The officer finishes and asks me if I need to go to the hospital…I reply “no”. He asks the other officer behind me “Did you hear that?!” the second officer replied, “yes!”. Both officers go back into the security room and talk with two others, the security guard and a video camera guard.

I wait a couple of minutes for the police officer to come back out. During this time I moved one foot over to my hands behind my back to take off my shoe and sock. As I take off my sock the officer sees my foot. In a moment of sympathy, the officer comes behind me and unlocks my handcuffs and places them in front of me so I could attend to my feet. I finish taking off my sock. The officer goes back into the security room. I leave my foot out for another minute. The officer comes back out of the security room and I put my sock and shoe back on. I then am asked to stand up and walk over to a wall.

On my way to the wall a female officer begins walking me and immediately comments “Wow, that’s a bloody shirt”, after not hearing a comment from the arresting officer who now had a look of displacement, I commented, “yes I was punched!”…there was no response from anyone. Moments later the female officer comments to the arresting officer “why is he handcuffed in front!?”. Again, the arresting officer does not comment and I remain silent. She’s performs a pat down. She and a different male officer escort me to a van where I was sent to the Hennepin County Adult Detention Center. Little to my knowledge, I was about to endure 24 hours of the longest day of my life.