Yesterday, at 7:10 pm, I was arrested for booing Manuel Carrillo, the Director of Parks and Recreation and passing out articles. It was the summer concerts at the park and there was an audience, so I passed out an article about how the Director of Parks and Recreation got a $40,000 raise in one year and gave the head boxing coach a 40 cent raise after 14 years. The article was published on my blog here: The Parks and Recs Director Makes $180,000 a year.
After the parks and recreation director appeared in public, I booed him and shouted that he stole money from our city. Five police officers came to me. They placed me in an arm bar. They walked me out to the street.
They said I needed to quiet down. I said, I would not. That this was a park and that I had free speech rights. They said no such rights existed.
First, they said they would let me back into the park if I wouldn't say anything and just pass out the leaflets. I refused. I have rights. And, I can't back down because I was being bullied.
After walking me to the street, Lt. Harvey said that I was not allowed back into the park. I said, "No, you can't exclude me from the park."
I walked a few steps to the park. Lt. Harvey ordered the officers to arrest me. I complied.
A girl and a guy came up to the police and said, "Why are you arresting him?" The police didn't respond. I said, "I didn't do anything."
Lt. Harvey said, "You're not a real attorney anyways. You don't have a real job."
I was hauled in a police car to the local jail.
A female officer strip searched me until I was in my bare underwear. Two officers came and asked why I was arrested. I told them what happened.
I looked at my cell. It was small. There was nothing to do. It was cold. You couldn't take a nap. I had nothing to do. I felt sorry for all the people who were locked up in here.
To my fortune, the jailers and the police officers kept me company by talking to me and asking me a lot of questions about getting an education and what the City of Baldwin Park and Manny Carrillo were really up to.
I was fingerprinted. I had my photo taken. The police couldn't figure out what charge to press against me. They incorrectly wrote my misdemeanor citation twice because they couldn't figure out the charge. At the end, they got me on a derivative charge of disturbing the peace; it was disturbing the assembly.
Then, at 9:30 pm, they let me out. The kind officer escorted me out. I shook his hand and thanked him for being kind to me. It was dark outside. There wasn't anyone left at the park.
I wonder what story they're going to make up. It doesn't matter because one of my boxers caught the whole thing on film anyways. So - that's good.
The City accomplished what they wanted. They refused to grant me an audience to tell the truth to the people.