I’m thoroughly convinced that life is nothing but one big tragedy. In spite of this darker perspective, I’ve always been able to maintain hope, even jn the darkest of storms. But life has a way of breaking everyone in the end and I’m afraid I may be at the end of my chain. Please allow me a moment of your precious time to tell you a little of my story.
The Flood Begins
The stress began back in mid March of this year, 2022. My wife and I were having a very animated and heated disagreement that was sparked by a misunderstanding and a touch of stress. Since we were trying to over talk each other, it was rather loud as well.
Long story short, a nosey neighbor called it in as a disturbance, police showed up, and since our argument was animated ( e.g. talking followed by rapid hand movement ) the cop, who was parked behind us with a large SUV with deeply tinted windows between our vehicles, claims to have seen a physical altercation.
We were unaware that he was even there until he pulled me from my vehicle and proceeded to excessively taze me. At this point, my wife and I have dropped our argument and are now trying to figure out what the hell is going on and why I’m being tased. The officer proceeded to taze me even after his partner had placed cuffs on me. This man was in a mission for inflict as much hurt as he could we be tightened the cuffs tight enough that they tore my skin, slammed me against his hood and pepper sprayed my right ear, but hit his partner full on in the face. He was out of control. He never said a word to me the entire time all this was going on.
Even after seeing video footage, that showed no physical altercation taking place, this officer proceeded to file false charges against me, took it upon himself file an EPO against me so I couldn’t return home, even though my wife told them clearly there was no physical fighting and they lacked evidence to support their charges.
I was held for over 6 hours in the drunk tank with pepper spray on my face and ear, still burning, and made to listen to the guards laugh hysterically while watching me struggle to clean the spray off. The officer in charge advised me to use water, knowing it would only reactivate the spray. Afte that, he told me piss would work….so I pissed in my hands and tried to clean it away. I sat in that I ask for over 6 hours smelling it piss and sweat, with the spray burning for at least half that time. I wasn’t given a call or any contact with anyone for the entire time and was denied basic rights simply because the officers didn’t feel like booking me in. This ordeal has left me with a worse case of PTSD than what Afghanistan did.
The Storm Continues…
It took almost a week for me to bond out after I was arrested and falsely charged. While I was sitting in jail due to this officers incredible lack of honesty, my wife was hospitalized with ARDS, where she was laid up for a week, unable to breath on her own, an unfortunate and scary result of excessive vaping while I was in jail.
Since there was a EPO filed, I was unable to legally be with my wife while she was hospitalized. She was hospitalized a second time a month after discharge for double pneumonia, yet I was once again unable to “legally” be with her due to the epo. This while thing has been ridiculous and all we want is to come back together as a family, her, myself, and our 4 boys.
I’ve been separated from my family since February becaus piece of this piece of shit excuse it a cop who was too proud to admit he was wrong and lied about me and the situation in order to file false charges against me.
I’ve been sleeping in my car, under bridges, in parks, in parking lots, and any where else because I can’t go to be with my family. During this time of separation, I have been robbed a handful of times, shot at, stabbed, as well as jumped and beaten for being the wrong skin color on the wrong side of town!
The Storm Hits Full Force
Now, while trying to take care of legal issues, and taking forever because I can’t afford a lawyer, I come to find out my mother, one of the most important women in my life, my support and best friend, has melanoma cancer which may or may not be treatable….this….this is breaking me more than anything….I have no dad, he was neve around. My mom and sister are all I really have left in my side of the family and now….
I’m here today asking for financial help in these crazy, dark, depressing times. I am trying to raise money not only to help me in my legal issues, but also to help my mother to ensure she is able to get the best care possible for her cancer.
I NEED to raise at least $250,000 to start with. This would be broken down in the following manner – 50k to get a defense lawyer, 50k to pay a civil rights lawyer after I beat this bogus case, and $150k to help my mother with hospital bills and medications.
Please, I’m begging you, from the very depths of my heart and soul, if you can help, please do. It would be the greatest blessing anyone could give. You can send the help to the link below.