July 15th 2017- Minnesota Law Enforcement officers do it again- they shoot and kill an innocent person. They murdered someone that looked past all the recent atrocities with the police. They murdered someone that asked for their help. Some people may wonder how this could happen. It doesn’t make sense. Once it didn’t make sense to me. But after my personal experience, it makes all the sense in the world.
April 2017 (I can get an exact date if ever needed) I had a life-altering interaction with Saint Paul Police Department. I believe it was a Thursday evening. My 12 year old son had a band concert that evening. My ex boyfriend had just came to my house that day; we decided to try to work on things in our relationship. Early evening, before the concert, we decided to lay down for a nap.
I was awoke from my sleep by a faint sound of “Saint Paul Police Department” being yelled. I live on the Eastside and police are always present, so I thought nothing of it. They must have yelled something to trigger my attention because I thought it sounded like it was awfully close. I got out of bed, while my boyfriend slept. I put on some clothes and walked to my closed bedroom door.
My bedroom door pulls open from the inside and frames a large square window in the middle. After putting my clothing on, I stepped in front of the open glass to be greeted by six men with guns pointed at my door. 4 were in Saint Paul Police Department uniforms, 2 were plain closed- all had guns drawn and pointed at me.
I put my hands up when they screamed to do so, but I did have to lower my left hand to turn the knob and open the door. I did so and immediately put my left hand up. I stepped out with my hands raised and guns still drawn on me, six barrels. They screamed at me about where my boyfriend was and if he was in the house. I stated he was and then proceeded to tell them that there were no weapons in the home and if they were told there were weapons. I woke by boyfriend calmly and stated “they have their guns drawn” so he wouldn’t make any sudden movements.
After I received no response as to why there were guns drawn, I began to question where my children were. In addition to my 12 year old son, I have 9 (then 8) and 15 year old daughters. The police showed no concern for the presence of children in my home with their weapons drawn. Only when they put cuffs on my boyfriend, did the weapons get holstered and I began asking more questions. At this point, they have answered not a single question I’ve posed.
The officers have not told me why they are in my house. They have not told me why they needed guns. They have said nothing. An Asian officer did hand me a business card at some point during the encounter when I began to question it.
The questions I asked may be out of order as I recall them now, but their answers are burned into my brain:
- When I questioned the amount of force being standard for what could only be a Gross Misdemeanor -at most- the officer questioned how I knew what my boyfriend was being detained for. The reason I knew what they could possibly be detaining him for was because I had spoken with an officer from Minneapolis and a bail bondsman to ensure my boyfriend had no warrant for his arrest, he had been accused of assaulting his other ex. I knew that she was accusing him of the assault and I never questioned the validity, I just figured it left in the court’s hands. He’d never been physically abusive with me, but she may be different.
- An officer once said “I don’t know what you do for a job and I don’t tell you how to do it. So don’t tell me how to do my job.” And I looked at him with disbelief- and responded “but I’m a taxpayer-” *this was one of the plain clothed officers.
My daughter came down after the guns were holstered and the officers questioned her pretty heavily about whether anything was upstairs that belonged to my boyfriend. The officers took my boyfriend outside and I stayed inside scared and angry and violated. Within 10 minutes he responded and said that the officers let him go and said “Don’t tell <sic> department that we were here or they will come and arrest you.”
At this point, we realized that the police were never let into the house. When my son and daughter had left to the store, they left the door unlocked/ajar and the officers let themselves in and drew their weapons.
A call to the supervisor on duty was a joke. She tried to shame me by saying my boyfriend had been accused of domestic assault and she stated that the door was ajar. At one point, I believe an officer said he saw dogs present, which is why the guns were drawn. The dog present is a mini daschund that didn’t even bark at them.
As horrible as this experience was for me, the aftermath is even worse. Because they illegally entered my home that night, which is why they let my boyfriend free, there is now a bench warrant for his arrest because he never appeared for court. His victim is still awaiting justice. I am scared of the police. After my rape then their over use of force and invading my home- I can’t trust them. I want to, because they aren’t all bad apples, but out of those SIX officers in my home- not one of them seemed to be a good apple. That is BAD odds.
And what happened? Just 2 days ago? Right after a jury was confused enough to acquit a badged murderer that was “scared” another officer shoots and kills a woman that called for help. Information is now only being released but last report I read is that the officer shot from his car?!
This is how people are dying by the bullets our taxes are buy while paying the CIVIL SERVANTS here to protect (not kill) us. I had 6 guns, loaded and aimed at my head after waking from a nap. If you are familiar with my story, I was raped in my sleep, the time between sleep and awake isn’t always clear. One wrong move, I would have been like Philando or now Justine- murdered.
*at this point, nothing has been done to rectifiy my experience. Not even an apology. And in some ways, renewed faith in the system I once believed in- would mean more than any amount of 0’s on a check.* <and I finally cry>