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*-* There Ain't No Justice *-*
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*-* #03 *-*
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-The Last Mile-
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File one of this series concerned what happened when I was busted a few months
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back.This time,I'd like to take you through the arrest process itself...
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You ever see Wargames? Remember how the Feds were all there in their Chevy
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Caprices,dark suits,dark sunglasses,just sweeping in out of the blue to wisk
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our hero off to Cheyanne Mountain? Well,it don't quite happen that way in the
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real world...
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The story of my arrest really begins the night of my bust.The detective in
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charge,(whom we shall refer to hereafter as Fred,for reasons of my own) told
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me that he would be in touch with me the next evening to process me for my
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arrest.The next day comes and goes,no word from Fred.The next WEEK goes by,
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and still no word from Fred.Finally,since Fred had mentioned that I would be
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basically turning myself in anyway,I decide to save him the trouble of calling
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me and I just go right down to Police HQ to do just that.
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Now mind you...I have no idea what I am being charged with,and my attempts to
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talk to anyone at police HQ had resulted in alot of frustration.So I marched
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off to the station without much in the way of an idea as to what I was
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supposed to be doing.Now,in file 001 of this series,I mentioned that the
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authorities have no idea what the differences are between things like hacking
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and scanning.Well,their grasp of basic police concepts are rather lacking too,
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because the desk seargeant had no idea to do with me when I showed up at the
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door and loudly proclaimed that I was turning myself in.
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"Turning yourself in for what?" I heard him say. "Why,for whatever it is that
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caused you to confiscate all my computer equipment back in May!" said I.
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The conversation went downhill from there.
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Finally,it dawns on him to call upstairs and see if someone with more sense
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might happen to know what I am talking about.Good old Fred appears and informs
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me that he has nothing for me to sign as yet,and that he will call me when he
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hears something.I confirm that Fred has my phone number and go on my way,smug
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in my personal sense of civic virtue.
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Silly of me,perhaps,but I always imagined dealings with the wrong end of the
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legal system to involve statements like "Don't Leave Town" and "Freeze
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Muthafucker,or I'll Shoot!". Well,my repeated attempts to get in touch with
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Fred usually resulted in the following logic chains...
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If I call on a Monday before 6:00PM,then Fred is not due to arrive untill
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6:00PM.If I call after that time,he is always out.If I call after 6:00PM on
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Tuesday,I am informed that he went home at 6:00PM. Fred seems never to be in.
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God forbid something should be happening away from the local Donut Hut,I
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guess.
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Well,as things might have it,I wanted to go on vacation in July,and being the
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good little felon I am,I wanted to let my buddy Fred know I was going to be
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out of touch for awhile (like he'd notice).It was in the weeks preceeding this
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vacation that I gradually began to realize that it wasn't Fred who had the
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problem...it was the police dispatcher who was taking my messages.I have since
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concluded that the average police dispatcher has the IQ of pond scum.Not only
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do they have no idea when the officers they are nominally supposed to be in
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control of arrive or depart,when the officers are on duty,the dispatchers have
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only the vaguest of notions where they are.But we'll have more cheap shots at
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the dispatchers later...
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Anyway,I finally gave up on trying to talk to Fred,and began using my friend
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the police captain (whom we shall call Barney) to get all my answers.Barney
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is alot easier to talk to mostly because he & I knew each other before all this
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started,and because he does alot of business where I work,so I actually see
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him from time to time.Barney seemed unconcerned that I was planning on going
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away...didn't even ask me where I was going. I credit Barney with keeping me
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out of the deeper shit I could have had to deal with all these long months.
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Cops may be scum,but Barney is OK.
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Well,Barney and I kept in touch over the months,him usually not knowing
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anything new,but the day finally came when he remembered that there were some
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warrants lying around the station with my name on them.So he sends Fred & his
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Junior Birdman along to tell me to meet them at the station after work so they
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can process me (FINALLY!). The day passes uneventfully enough,and after work
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I psyche myself up to go get arrested...
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I go down to the station,and proudly present myself to the police dispatcher
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and inform him I am there to see Detective Fred.He tells me that Fred is out
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and asks me if he can take a message.I tell him that Fred told me that he would
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be there at this time,and ask him if he is sure Fred is out.At this point the
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dispatcher gets all hostlie and starts shouting that Fred is out,and won't be
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back for awhile. So I leave.
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The next morning,after I have huffed around the office about the stupid cops
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who make appointments they don't keep,Barney walks in and starts asking ME
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why I didn't show up the preceeding evening.I tell him my story about how his
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dispatcher told me nobody was there,and he tells me that they were all upstairs
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waiting for me to show. I tell him his dispatcher is an idiot. Suprizingly,he
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agrees.We get into his car and drive on over to the station.
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On the way over,I ask him what the charges are,and he tells me about the two
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US Sprint related charges and something about a credit card.Then he starts
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grilling me about the credit card charge before I even know what its about.
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So I play dumb.How should I know what card they're talking about? There have
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been so many...
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Anyway,at long last,I am actually INSIDE the stationhouse,and in the process
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of being arrested.I was raided in May,and now its November.Took them 5 months
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to figure out that I dialed something like 25,000 800 numbers,that I did
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something to a US Sprint computer (don't ask me,I'm still mystified about tha
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one!) and that I had recieved stolen property, to wit 1 AT&T calling card.
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I get to sit on a hard plastic chair and wait. And wait. And wait some more.
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They take my fingerprints.They have me sign lots of paperwork.I find out that
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I'm only worth $2000 bail,and that they're waiving that and releasing me on
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my own recognizance.Maybe if I'd insisted on sitting in the county lockup,
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I'd have a court date by now.
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After they are done with me,I am personally escorted back to my place of
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employment by a local patrolman who lets me ride up front,even...I'm obviously
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a dangerous desperado,eh?
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Its January, 1991. I was busted almost eight months ago,and I don't even know
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what all the charges against me are because I can't get a public defender to
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explain them to me until I have a court date.The EFF can't help me until I have
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a lawyer,either.My next step will be contacting the editor of the Bergen County
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Record,who has taken an interest in my case for its civil rights violations.
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Maybe where justice has failed,the bright lights of publicity can win through.
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Lets hope for a media circus,eh?
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*-* The Lawless Society Inc. The Syndicate BBS:908/506-6651 *-*
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