On May 3, 2011, at around 3 a.m. there was a loud pounding at my door. I opened my door and a Hispanic male pointed his finger into my face and threatened me. Then he immediately walked off. So I followed him. He went into the apartment directly under mine. I realized that he had just made threats against me in the middle of the night. I decided that calling the police would be the best thing to do. I called 911 and reported that a neighbor had just banged on my door in the middle of the night and threatened me. I stood downstairs waiting so I could show the officer which apartment it was.
When the police car arrived, the male and another female came outside and approached the officer, apparently they had been looking out. They started speaking Spanish. I tried to tell the officer that I was the one who called, and he pointed at me and said, "shut up, do you want to go to jail?" I returned to my apartment. I called 911 again to report that the hooligan I called in about and the responding Hispanic officer were speaking Spanish and I was being threatened with jail, a non-Hispanic officer was needed. The 911 operator stated that an officer was already there and promptly hung up. So I called again and again was hung up on. Meanwhile the parking lot filled up with police cars.
Shortly, there was knocking at my door, so I put the chain-lock on which only allowed the door to open a few inches and opened the door. Several officers were standing there and I spoke to them. After we spoke the officers left. I turned the lights off in that part of the apartment and went to my bedroom.
From my bedroom I could see lights shining all over the next room from the window. I went to the window to see what it was, and several police cars from the parking were shining lights up at my window. I opened the window (with the screen remaining attached) and yelled, "Go find some criminals! Go away!" Then I returned to my bedroom. The lights remained off.
A few moments later, I heard noise and came out of the bedroom to see someone crawling through my window in the dark. He removed the screened and crawled in. I could tell it was a policeman and was completely confounded. I was bewildered. I just stood there in disbelief watching him crawl in and said, "what are you doing?" It took him a few moments to crawl in and I again said, "what are you doing?" As soon as he was in he rushed up to me and grabbed my arm and said, "you pissed us off."
It was the Hispanic officer who had arrived first. I did not resist at all, not wanting to give any reason for a charge. I was still in shock and thinking that the entrance was illegal, and there was no grounds for detaining me. He handcuffed me and led me to the door. When it opened I could see several officers standing there looking excited and full of adrenaline. They seemed to have blood-lust in their eyes, a strange sort of expression and a vacant intense gaze. I asked what this was for as I was led out, but no one spoke. It was strange.
I was led to a police car, where I sat for a long time. Several police cars were in the parking lot. Finally, one of them returned to the car. I asked what in the world I was under arrest for. He replied that it was public intoxication. That was odd because I wasn't drunk, and I hadn't been in public.
Do police normally break into someone's house in the dark to arrest them for a class c ticket, public intoxication?
The officer who arrived first and then crawled through my window is Cristobal Meza.
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