Letter: My bouts with law enforcement
Late last summer, I viewed online videos of the G20 protesters in Pittsburgh. The government brought out their New World Order sound-blasting LRAD vehicle and one clip showed a young protester being thrown by several military men into an unmarked car and driven off. Pittsburgh was selected since the downtown area where G20 meetings were to be held is accessed only by several bridges which police and military can more easily seal off from the public. I was already on Obama's mailing list and decided to express some comments in response to a White House e-mail at that time.
I received a response from the Obama team, which began with the words, "This is not a game." I took it as a threat and responded with an e-mail of my own. It contained only two words. The second was "you." It was a couple days later that the Miner printed a letter with my name attached, as I commented on local government - and particularly law enforcement - issues. Then when the tea party folks had their March On Washington Sept. 12, I took a nap that afternoon, having a heart condition which requires this daily practice. I awoke to go outside and find my truck burglarized, as I have previously written to the Miner.
One letter respondent asked me for more details. OK. I lived in Las Vegas before moving here to Kingman. In 2001, a highly-publicized death at the downtown police facility drew my attention. The 34-year-old son of a French ambassador (the man's name was Phillippe LeMenn) died in the only section of the police building not covered by video surveillance, and I attended the coroner's inquest. I later wrote a letter to the French government, including a photograph of myself wearing my blue jacket. Sheriff Jerry Keller resigned a couple weeks later over the case, complaining bitterly on TV about "those who have taken it upon themselves to make known our police problems internationally." But the prior week, police cars parked in front of my house every morning at about 10 a.m.
On Friday that week, I decided to go to the Summerlin Library, and I returned home to find my house unlocked, lights on and possessions obviously disturbed. But strangely, no valuables were stolen, just one item was gone. My closet door was open and my blue jacket was gone.
A few days after last Sept. 12 (I cannot remember which day exactly now), a similar event happened at my place. This immediately followed another letter which the Miner published in which I made very controversial comments on a pending criminal case here. I came home to find my house disturbed, but a wallet containing hundreds of dollars was not touched. What had been stolen was my favorite clothing item, a sheepskin vest I wore every single day.
To some skeptics out there, somebody needs to seriously sit down with you and introduce you to the world of law enforcement excess and crime. Others have done so, if you'll access their material (one is Michael Levine, former chief of New York City's DEA office, another is Philip Smarto, former Chicago law enforcement veteran and currently advisor to the Illinois Supreme Court). A person has every right to defend their property and their rights, whether those in power agree or not. Period. But they are not only bigger than an individual, they are corrupt.
Oh, by the way, don't feel sorry for Sheriff Keller in Las Vegas. He took the $2 million-a-year job as director of security for Steve Wynn's resort. Anybody care to get involved? Oh, well, see you at the July 4 picnic.