My Story 12.28.06 // Comments (3)
This is the account of the events that happened to me by three DEA agents who were determined to indict me for things I did not do. Since my case is still in the court system I am hiding the identity of the agents as well as the place where these things occurred. When this case is finished I will reveal the real names and places involved in this case. I am doing this in the hope that enough people will demand change in our justice system and stop these terrible incidents being done to American citizens.
On January 15, 2007 I went to a grocery store just a block away from my home. When I was exiting the store five men dressed in plain clothes encircled me, took my wallet, cuffed my hands behind my back very tightly and while they placed me in the back of a SUV one agent, whom I later learned was named Brian *******, slammed my head very hard against the door frame. His reply for doing this was sarcastically saying, “OOPS, sorry.”. I was then escorted in the back of this SUV to the ********, CA Police Station by an agent named Robert *****. On the drive to the police station I requested to speak to an attorney. Agent Robert ***** simply looked in the rear view mirror and said nothing but it was obvious he had heard me. I was never read my Miranda Rights at any time before or after this.
Once arriving at the ******** Police Station Agent Robert ***** made a call to someone and said he thought they should do the interrogation there. Just a couple of moments later Agent John Bradley entered the front seat of the SUV with a notebook and folder while Agent Brian ****** entered the back seat where I could clearly see an electrical device called a ‘taser’ in his hand. At this time I said in a loud clear voice that “I want to talk to my lawyer.”. It should also be noted that the handcuffs were still behind my back as tight as they could possibly go and the seat was in such a position that all my weight was forced on the cuffs and my hands were totally numb and I was in great pain. The three agents began asking questions about packages that were labeled “Home Fixtures”. I replied that I wasn’t sure what they were talking about, when all of a sudden Agent Brian ******* swings his shoulder against mine and hits me in the point of my shoulder extremely hard and acts like he was going to punch me. At this time Agent John Bradley turns around and shows me an invoice from Overnight Freight in ********, CA with my name on it. I told him I didn’t remember signing for a package there. Again Agent Brian ******* began yelling at me calling me a liar and began making physical contact with me. I immediately stated that it was time I was given my lawyer but they just looked at each other and ignored my request. Keep in mind, the arrest happened at around 4:00 PM and we were only 50 feet from the police station where they could have interrogated me in a proper setting. I was wondering to myself if they were even DEA agents since I don‘t remember any of the agents showing me identification. They started telling me of different places they ’knew’ I was at and I told them I didn’t remember being there. At this point, Agent John ******* started asking me about my parents, whom I reside with. He wanted to know how old they were and if I thought that they could take the pressure of 20 DEA and police ’rolling up in their driveway with lights on and sirens blaring?’. At this point I feared for my parents safety as well as my own. During this, Robert ***** got on his cell phone and called someone and said that I wasn’t cooperating and that they might have to go on and ’do that at his house’. At this point I yelled at the top of my lungs, ”Just tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it!”. Agent John ******* starts repeating the places and dates he accused me of being at before and I just said I didn’t remember but maybe I was and just didn’t remember. At this point I was doubled over as best I could trying to keep my weight off my hands. Agent Bradley finally turned and told Agent ******* to put the handcuffs in front of me. They kept accusing me of unloading crates of marijuana, which I always denied doing. Once again Agent John ******* asks what was in the crate I signed for and right away Agent Brian ******* said it was marijuana. I noticed that Agent John ******* immediately started writing on his notepad. I said “I didn’t say that, don’t write that down!”. I never admitted to anything they were accusing me of doing. They also asked me about a friend of mine named Jose Jiminez, and asked me how I knew him. I informed them I had known him for 15 years from **********, CA and he was a friend of mine. I also informed the three agents that my father and I work on rehabbing trailers and other rental properties for jiminez. They informed me that they knew jiminez and me were involved with drugs and I promptly denied it. They began threatening me that if I didn’t start “telling them what they needed to hear” that they would be forced to send the agents to my parents house. They also threatened to confiscate my parents’ home from them. I finally told them that I had seen Jose Jiminez with personal use marijuana. I then said I saw Jiminez give a large sum of money to another Mexican man. Keep in mind I only said these things out of fear to my family and myself but none of these statements were true. The three agents then asked me to show them Jose Jiminez’s rental properties that I worked on, I reluctantly agreed.
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