by Mark Hahn
There are places that people just like going. Places that are nice to spend spare moments in and explore. This is a drainage ditch that is across the street from the Grease Monkey oil charge place that services my car. I hand them the keys and walk across the street to this land behind the Doughnut Wheel doughnut shop and a Fry’s supermarket. There is also a dollar store in the same plaza. I like climbing up and down the drainage ditch and exploring the area in behind the loading docks and the small houses in the nearby neighborhood. I don’t know why I like it so much, but it’s a place for me to feel momentarily free from all the crushing pressures of daily life. I took these photos the last time I had my car’s oil changed.
I rarely meet anyone in this place, but once when I was coming out I was swarmed by cops. They said the place was a common place for drug dealers to hang out. I laughed and said I had never seen anyone here. The most aggressive cop got in my face and asked me if I had been using drugs. I laughed and said, “I haven’t even had a beer for over twenty years!” He then told me to empty my pockets.
“I’m friends with a public defender who told me that you don’t have have submit to any search without a warrant,” I siad.
“See that drainage ditch, it’s all no trespassing! I can arrest you right now for just being in there!” the cop snarled at me.
“There’s not a single sign anywhere!” I said.
“There doesn’t have to be a sign! It’s city property!” the cop shouted.
“I’m pretty there have to be No Trespassing signs every 25 feet if it’s posted!” I snapped back.
At this point, the asshole cop grabbed me by the arm and said he was taking me in. He had the whole intimidation thing down pat. He liked it. Then he asked, “So what are you going to do if we find drugs in your pocket?”
I took this to be a threat that he could plant whatever he wanted on me and at that point there would nothing I could do about it.
Thankfully, at this moment, the “good cop” stepped up and asked in a nice voice, “What were you doing down there anyway?”
I pulled my out my camera and told him I was just taking photos. The good cop asked, “Taking photos of graffiti?”
I said, “Something like that.”
Good cop told me he had a friend that went out and did stuff like that.
Then the asshole cop interrupted, “You can either empty your pockets right here for me or we can haul you in and we’ll search you there.”
The good cop gave me a look that I took to mean, “Just do it, I can’t stop this asshole cop from doing what he’s going to do.”
I shrugged, “Once you put it that way,” and turned my pockets inside out. They were empty.
Asshole cop snarled, “Now get out of here before I run you in for trespassing.”
I glared at him and walked slowly back to pick up my car.
When I took these photos there were no cops in sight.