The First Time I Got Arrested

It was the beginning of October, and a 17-year-old teenager was hiding by a chain link fence. He had just stolen a purse from a nearby house, and a neighbor had called the police. An officer by the name of Elton Hymon had arrived and was trying to arrest the kid, whose name was Edward Garner. Garner began to climb the 6-foot fence, and Officer Hymon,

The night started off just like any other Saturday. Getting off work at 9:30. Following K-Art to Jake Del’s house. Sitting around the fire. Picking up The Klies and Car Henderson to drive around and find some trouble. First we headed to John’s house for a fire and some music. Driving down the road we hit a raccoon. The bones just crushed against the tire as we rolled over him. In the middle of nowhere on some back road headed to a place

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

We drove onto the curb to get to the grass and the woman behind us followed. We were looking around for an exit to get off of the grass and we saw an opening. There was a narrow path that we could take, so we drove forward, but the next thing

K-9 officer told Mr. Solomon to stop and he continues to run. Mr. Solomon heard the officer say he was going to release the dog and Mr. Solomon gave up. Mr. Solomon was then taken into police custody. When the victim came home, Detective Gibbs went into the home and found a black backpack at the top of the stairs. The victims stated that the backpack was not theirs. Detective Gibbs opened the backpack and the victim’s stolen laptop was inside and Daniel Solomon’s homework was also inside. Mr. Solomon and Mr. Powell were brought to 311 County Street and they both confessed to breaking the window and going inside of the home. They both blamed each other for taking items.”

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

The piercing weee-ooo-weee-ooo of the approaching ambulance could be heard in the distance, the sound growing steadily louder, and overcome with emotion, Booker slid to the floor with a sob. For the briefest of moments, he had thought everything would be okay, but the reality was, he had failed his friend yet again. If he’d fought through the dizziness and remained conscious, he could have calmly convinced Tom to go to the hospital instead of trying to trick him. He’d underestimated Tom’s gullibility, and he had paid the ultimate price. The DNA evidence was gone, and there was nothing left to link the seven men to the rape except his and Horshack’s witness account and the video. But the video was of no use because he knew Tom well enough to know even if he tracked down the Keymaster, the young officer would never give permission to use the tape in court. Once again he felt the weight of his guilt pushing down on him and his misery intensified. He was a failure as a cop and a friend, and because of him, the seven Pi Taus would never be brought to justice.

I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of

The smell of coffee filled the police station. “Morning, Sami!” called officer Turner, who was drinking a cup of said coffee. I was walking to my desk when, “Homicide on 9753 Shady Leaf Alley!” was yelled from officer Reinerman’s desk. I stopped and remembered. The last time I went there was…..was…..it doesn’t matter. The past is the past. I went with officer Reinerman and officer Wyler to the police car. We drove to the alley.

In another situation, a 13-year-old son and his father, Paul Shuey, were the victims of a violent home invasion and requested help from the Canby Police department to assist them. Shuey explains that the invasion involved his ex-wife, who broke into his house in an attempt to beat him in front of his son. When Shuey and his son ran outside to escape, immediately calling 911 to avoid further conflict, his ex-wife got into her car and tried to hit him twice with her car, which was recorded on the 911 call, and witnessed by Shuey’s son. Tony Fetters, the officer in charge of overseeing the incident, has mishandled it by not following proper procedures, falsifying police reports, and omitting evidence about the home invasion. However, Police Chief Smith is only making matters worse for Shuey because he is not keeping him informed about his problems either. Shuey states that information has been blocked to him about this situation between October of 2013 and January of 2014. He suspects that it has been due to the police department’s hope that he will give up to receive fair treatment and forget the mishandling of the incident. Interestingly, Shuey does not feel that this is a personal attack against him because he has witnessed Officer Fetters act harshly to others, with his assistants present. Nevertheless, Shuey states that he would like a Supervisor present anytime Officer Fetters interviews him in the future, even

The sound of the sirens was so powerful it seemed like a rifle went off. Seconds later the police came and surrounded us, but I ran like I was on in a marathon, sprinting toward the finish line. The police were right on our tails, but suddenly the S.W.A.T team came. We were racing around like we were wild animals. It was dusk and all we saw were policeman shining their flashlights at us. The light was so bright it was like we were looking right into the sun. Then everything disappeared and everything went black.

There was something wrong with the car, once it kept bouncing up and down for the past 5 minutes and it also kept turning sharply by itself. Poppa finally had enough, and went to check what it was. He came back, shaking, and I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. He said the pipes are completely filled with dust, and rocks, and there is no way we can move. We started to freak out, because we have no way to get home, and there is a chance we never see tomorrow. We were on State Street, at least I knew that, even though that doesn’t help out the

They drove by the police station slowly, the thought of pulling in was clear on both their faces, but no one said anything. Johnny turned the car around, and did another lap around the police station. They still didn’t turn in. They stared they knew what they should do, but for some reason they didn’t. By the third time they drove by they pulled in the the police station parked on the side and starred inside. They starred at one another and then starred a the police station, but no one moved.

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.