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Type of Complaint: Drew gun and demanded me to open door for no reason!
Complaint Status (Admin) : Filed
Complaint Status (User) :
Anaheim P.D.
425 S. Harbor Blvd.
92805
Fax:714 765-1515
Phone:mail@anaheim.net
Complainant:
Full Legal Name :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Sex:Female
Age:48
Residence Address :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
City, State, Zip Code :Anaheim, CA 92801
Residence Phone :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Cell/Pager :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Bus. Phone :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Facts:
Date & Time of Occurence:07-29-2006 12:40
Location of Occurrence :209 N. Lindsay St. Anaheim, CA
Employee #1 Involved :Beck (the policeman)
ID # :Badge # 173
Employee #2 Involved :
ID # :
Witness #1:XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Residence Address & Street Number :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
City, State, Zip Code :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Residence Phone :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Cell/Pager :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Witness #2:XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Residence Address & Street Number :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
City, State, Zip Code :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Residence Phone :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Cell/Pager :XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Narrative:
On July 9, 2006, as I was walking back to my room from the kitchen, 2 policeman stood at my screen door and asked if they could talk to me for a second. I went to my door and they asked whose car that was, parked in my driveway. I told them it was this guy named Billy. They said they needed to come in and make sure Billy wasn’t in my house. I told them that he couldn’t be in my house because he is at Chino doing time on a violation. I was storing his car at my home while he was away. They asked if anyone else lived with me and I told them no. “Well, we need to come in and see for ourselves that no one else is here”. I still said no. Then Beck asked if they could come in and talk to me because it was really hot outside. I let them in. Immediately, Beck started getting nosy and started looking around. I then said, “you know what, I think I’ve changed my mind, and I would like you to step back outside”. Beck said he didn’t have to since I had invited him in. I told him “yes you do. I have all of my rights, and at any point I decide that I don’t want you in my home, then you have to go back outside”. I assume that the 3rd cop asked him why he was back outside and Beck said “it seems that she knows her laws better than I do. Every tweaker does.” He wouldn’t completely go back out. The whole time he was talking to me, he had one foot in my house and the other one outside on the doorstep. When I asked him to completely step out, he said “no”. And when I asked why, he said “I’m afraid someone might come out and shoot me or something because you won’t let me in so I can make sure no one is here”. I told him “I cannot believe you guys can come to my home and do this kind of thing to a person”. I asked him why were they here. He said “3 neighbors had called in and complained about drug and gun trafficking coming out of this house”. I told him nothing like that was going on here. He said, “well, let me come in and look then”.
S) No
B) Why not? If you are innocent and have nothing to hide, then you would let me in.
S) No.
B) Okay then, when is the last time you used any drugs?
S) 2 days ago - Friday night.
The other cop took my pulse. Then asked me to step outside and put both feet together, close my eyes, head back, and let him know when 30 sec. was up. Took my pulse again. I finally took my own pulse and came up with 100/min. When I told the other cop that, he said “oh, it’s way higher than that!” So I took it again, this time counting out loud. I ended up with 104/min. the second time. Then they got out the eye pupil chart and compared my pupils and said they were pinned. (I thought that pupils dilated when on speed?)
Beck said “this is your lucky day today. We aren’t going to take you in. But if anyone comes to your house on probation or parole, your mine then! Horrible way to have to live...always looking over your shoulder, huh?”
My friend Willy had shown up, because I was supposed to go to the O.C. Fair to watch him in the Derby. He was told to sit down, and was also asked about the car in the driveway. They got the same answer from him.
Then on July 29, 2006, Chris Miller (my ex) had come by and asked if he could mow my lawn for some money so he could get gas for his van. I wasn’t feeling good, so of course I said yes. While he was mowing the lawn, the same cop rolled up on him and questioned him. He told him what I said above. Then Beck came to my door and knocked.
When I opened the door, he told me, “open the door” (in reference to my screen door).
S) No. I don’t have to.
B) Yes you do, now open it!
S) No. Why do I need to open my door to you?
B) Because I can’t see you. Now open it up.
S) No. I have my rights and I don’t have to.
B) Open the door or I will have to draw my gun!
S) No.
He then pulled his gun out and aimed it directly at me through the screen. I still said no.
He told me the same thing as last time, except he added that “I will take your house, and everything you own away...including you!”
Chris came up to my door while he was walking to his car and I told him “get his name and badge number!” When I talked to Chris, he told me that Beck told him, “I’ve stopped 4 people coming out of this neighborhood, and every single one of them said they had gotten their dope from Ann (me).” Of course they did because Beck most likely put the words right into their mouths in order to justify his reasoning...ie...“You got this from Ann didn’t you?” One last thing I want to say about this situation - his partner seemed very reluctant to pull out his gun when Beck pulled out his. He kept it pointed down at the ground the whole time. I think he only did it because he felt he would have gotten in trouble with Beck, had he not done so.
I went on line to see about any open calls on Lindsay, and it said SS - suspect stop at 200 N. Lindsay...already trying to cover his tracks. I live at 209.
When I talked to the watch commander (Johnson), on the 29th, he said I wasn’t telling him everything, that there had to be more to this story. I told him basically what I have written here. I told him if he wanted to come over and check out my house, that he was more than welcome to, but I did not want Beck in my house because I did not trust him. I told him that he could pretend to pick something up off the ground and say it was mine, and then I’d me gone. He told me that Anaheim cops don’t do that kind of thing. I told him corruption happens in all walks of life...look at President Nixon! “He was our President!” He said he’d have to get back to me, or someone else would later in the day. The sergeant that returned my call asked me if I wanted to file a complaint. I told him “no, I just want this cop to stop harassing me”. I got his name, but wouldn’t get out of bed to write it down, so I don’t have it any more. But whoever he was, he was very nice and courteous to me.
I wrote all this with the best of my knowledge. Some things may have happened before other things, but it did all happen. There is one thing that was said, that I don’t remember where it fits in - When he kept insisting on coming into my house (on the 9th) I told him that if what he said was in fact true, then get a search warrant! Another thing was - he accused me of lying to him. I told him he was lying to me.
I admit, I was arrested back in 1998 for selling drugs at this house. I learned my lesson and I do not do that, nor intend on doing that any more. I have way too much to loose! I also admit that I am a recovering addict. And I do occasionally slip up, which is totally normal for people like me. I recently got the house refinanced and I have been upgrading my home with the money. I also recently got rid of all my so-called friends so I can start my new life. I presently have 3 to 4 people that are real friends who come by and visit me every now and then. I have surrounded myself with people who have never been in any trouble their whole lives...with the exception of maybe a parking ticket or something similar to that. This is what I was taught to do by O.C. drug rehab. program...in order to change yourself, you must change your friends and lifestyle if you want to stay clean. I’m doing what I need to do, in order to live a normal life. Why does this have to happen now?! This man is supposed to uphold the laws and set good examples for the rest of us! Not use his power to prey upon people he doesn’t like, or people who have a bad past. I do not understand why this has happened at all?! Why he has a personal vendetta against me, I have absolutely no clue!
All this has had a negative affect on me as a person. I have lost my desire to get my house looking good. I have lost my desire to go out and get a job. In my mind, I think “why should I? It will all be taken away anyway!” This is/was my old way of thinking. It has come back to haunt me. I am scared to leave my house any more. I hate it when the phone rings...I usually won’t answer it. My few friends have come by just to make sure I was okay, since they couldn’t get a hold of me. I have even considered going to Mental Health to get psych meds, since I have become so depressed that I can’t and won’t get out of bed. My thought on this is “I need to enjoy sleeping on a bed because I will soon be sleeping on a cookie sheet”. And after the incident on July 9th , when I went to watch Willy in the derby, I saw cops every where at the Fair. I was cringing at the sight of them. I’m petrified of them now - scared of the power they have to take my life away over nothing, or just because they don’t like me.
You wonder why not let him in? Or why are you scared to go outside? Because he wants me, for whatever reason, in jail; and he would most likely go to any extent to get me put in there. If it meant planting something on me...he’d do it. This is all at a personal level now. His perseverance to get me, has nothing to do with the laws. It’s all about his bruised ego and his deflated power trip. Personally, I am also scared of the ramifications of filing a complaint against him! Is he the type that might come and kill me in the middle of the night, in his street clothes, and make it look like a drug deal gone sour - the reason why I am dead? He is more obsessed on getting me, than an addict wanting dope! WHY?!
I have no family left on this planet except my son, who was taken at birth because of drugs (per the S.S.A). All I have is my home. I have until the beginning of 2010 before I get to see him again. I want to be somebody, a sober somebody, for our reunion. I worked hard to get off of parole (off for @ 3 yrs. now) and to get off of probation too. I don’t have the time or the energy to start over again. Because of these reasons, I have changed my old ways. I’ll be damned if I am going to let someone come along and take it all away from me! My past is behind me and I want to leave it there. It is time for me to move on and upward. I don’t need this BS in my life!
If I were to point a gun at someone, I know where I would be....in jail. Brandishing a loaded firearm. Maybe he needs to see what it’s like on the other side?!