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So I& #39;m pretty open about this but I don& #39;t talk personally a ton on Twitter cause it& #39;s generally pointless. I& #39;m a felon, for stupid fuckin reasons, and I& #39;m lucky enough that it was 7mos before I turned 18, so it doesn& #39;t show up on background checks now. Let& #39;s talk about it.
When I was young, I looooooooved urban exploration. I hadn& #39;t got into photography yet so I have very very few photos of this time. I dipped my toes into infiltration too, so I wasn& #39;t just hitting abandoned houses, we& #39;re talking active mills and shit.
Anyways, a very long story short, when I was 17 a friend let me move in to his living room in downtown Vancouver, WA. After about 2 weeks I had a friend visit who I had met at RF2008. Things got a bit uncomfortable hanging out at my house.
We decided to walk around DT Vancouver, and we happened upon a strange strip mall door from the 60s into a basement. Some stuff was strewn about outside and a passerby thought we were homeless and gave us like $5 or some shit.
We go into the building after realizing it& #39;s a costume shop that had been abandoned after a flood. I found a top hat and a flashlight I wanted (I was an extremely goofy kid). As we& #39;re leaving, my friend Sydney is packing shit into a bag we found.
I hear the door open and freeze. It& #39;s 6 cops, guns pointed at Sydney, and I announce my presence before walking into their line of sight.
We get cuffed, and they separate us. I told the truth, naive 17yo me thinking somehow the cops were gonna just let us go and tell us to fuck off. Sydney isn& #39;t as lucky. They can& #39;t make sense of her ID. She& #39;s trans, and this is barely 2009, the cops could NOT figure it out.
Anyways, I end up in juvi for the weekend, during which my roommate is gone at FC so I have no one to pick me up. I get the worst public defender I& #39;ve ever seen, and I end up (badly) representing myself. I take a plea bargain. 7mos probation, back with my parents.
Burglary in the second degree. I& #39;m branded a felon for what at the time was made to seem like the rest of my life. I spend about 5 days in a group home before my friend drives from FC and picks me up and drives me 3hrs home. He& #39;s a saint.
I couldn& #39;t get a job for 7 years, basically. I started my normal life in the workforce 4 years ago. That& #39;s not all.
About 4mos in, I find out Sydney killed herself. I didn& #39;t even get the chance to tell her I was sorry. Some of her friends blamed me for her death for years, until pretty recently! I& #39;ll never forgive the Clark County Police Department for the hell they caused her.
When I say all cops are bastards, I mean it with every fiber of my being. They killed my friend, they almost killed me, and they& #39;ve made countless people miserable for fucking nothing. I took a fucking hat. She took a fucking dress.
If you want to tell me I& #39;m wrong, you wait until you meet me in person and you look me in the fucking eyes when you say it. Fuck the police, burn their precincts down.
OH I FORGOT! if I ever get arrested again, my felony comes back! So I can& #39;t even join these protests because one night in lockup will ruin my life forever!
I may end up with a decent-ish job someday, if I schmooze just right. This isn& #39;t a redemption story, there is no redemption until my wrongly incarcerated brothers and sisters are free, records wiped. Our system profits off the minor mistakes of the poor and black/brown.
Until that system is dismantled, no, every cop is worthless slime.
