My Story 12.28.06 // Comments (3)
Once I showed the 3 agents all the properties they started driving toward ********, CA. They then asked me if I knew anyone who lived on Lebanon Street. I replied I had a friend who lived on that street and they asked me if I would show them where he lived. Again I reluctantly agreed in fear of their torture and threats. Once I directed them to the home they stopped and accused me of unloading a crate of marijuana there. I promptly denied the allegation and again Agent Brian ******* acted like he was going to hit me. I said it never happened and they said on June *, 2006 I along with Jose Jiminez, Roberto Sanchez and someone I have never met named Chris Smith unloaded a crate of marijuana ‘here’ The three agents looked at the house, which is at the top of a steep hill, and saw a dog house under the patio. They asked me if that was the crate the marijuana was in. I again told them I didn’t want to listen to anymore of their lies when Brian ******* jumped like he was going to hit me and Agent John Bradley yelled at the top of his lungs, “Don’t get smart with me you stupid mother fucker, I’ll put you away for 15 years!” I then said that if you say there was marijuana in there maybe there was but I am telling you I knew nothing about it.”.
The three agents then drove me back to ******** Police Department. Agent Robert ****** then exited the vehicle and Agent Brian ******* moved to the driver’s seat and Agent John Bradley instructed me to get in the front seat. He took the handcuffs off and then moved to the back seat. They then drove me to my and my parent’s house where I had earlier informed them that my cell phone was inside. They instructed me to go and get my cell phone and not tell anyone what was going on. Once inside I walked right inside the door where my cell phone was and told my mother, father and sister what the DEA agents were doing to me and what they said they were going to do wit the 20 government vehicles. I then showed them all my red, swollen wrists, a big scratchy on my back and the knot on my head. They wanted to call the police but I insisted that they didn’t out of fear.
We then took my cell phone back to ******** Police Department where Agent ******* returned to the back seat with Agent John ******* while Agent Dwyer entered back into the driver’s seat. They then proceeded to write down all the numbers on my phone insisting I tell them all their names. They came to a personalized name I had on my phone listed as “OO” which is a nickname of a good friend of mine. Agent Brian******* wanted to know who “OO” was and I told him he is a friend of mine from Fairmount Park in ********, CA. He asked where he lived and I replied that he lived in Centerville, IL. Agent Brian ******* then yelled, “Is he a nigger, does he sell crack!”. I said no, I never seen him do anything but work hard. They then wanted me to call Jose Jiminez and ask for a meeting and said I was going to wear a wire to see what our relationship really was. At this point I thought there was no reason to resist because it would only prove my innocence. I made the call and they recorded the call with a device I placed in my ear and held the phone over it. Jose Jiminez answered the phone and , as instructed by the three agents, I asked for a meeting. Jose Jiminez said he was at the casino with his wife and he would call me the next day. The three agents informed me that they would call me at 11 AM to come and set up the meeting with Jiminez and then wear the ‘wire’ to that meeting. Agent Dwyer then said he would let me go home for the night but if I ran they would catch me and there would agents watching through the night. The next morning Agent Brian ******* called me at approximately 11:45AM and told me the way to the DEA field office and I believe he told me to come right away.
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