The Story Of My Arrest

About seven years ago, I staged a seemingly pointless protest in a local courtroom and got arrested, and convicted of misdemeanor contempt of court. Let me tell you why.

While I was raising my kids, I was crippled and in pain, so I wasn't working, but people knew I was an attorney.

A few people brought me some frightened men, who told disturbingly similar stories. They said that the guards at the Santa Clara County jail were beating up and chaining up people who fell to the floor in a faint. One said that a diabetic went into a coma because the guard did not give him his insulin, and they still beat him up and chained him up.

I did not know what to do. Lawsuits against law enforcement are hard enough, even if you have witnesses who will testify.
Then I came across a judge who was too lazy to give due process of law to poor people whom he was evicting. I had no way to get him disciplined as he was doing all of this via his clerk.

So I sat in my wheelchair and staged a protest in his courtroom until I got arrested. Then, as I was being taken out of the courtroom strapped on a gurney, I shouted at the top of my lungs why I was angry with the judge, in order to cause him maximum embarrassment.

When I was rolled into the jail on the gurney, a tall man came up to me and said, "We are going to do this one of two ways, you can cooperate and we will let you have your wheelchair and you can go home, or you can cause trouble and we will let you go without your wheelchair and you can crawl home."

I was a bunny rabbit until they left me sitting in my wheelchair in the intake area of the jail. Then I got up and laid down in an out of the way corner.

Instantly, five guards appeared. They put me on my feet. One of them put his hand under my chin and jerked my head until my chin was pointed af my left shoulder. No one asked me if I was OK. Then they handcuffed my arms to the arms of the wheelchair, shackled my feet, chained the wheelchair to a bench, and left me there for six hours, directly in front of a security camera. I still have the tape.

I risked my profession and my life to do this. I would do it again if I had to. Actually, on one level, I had a good time. I felt like I was James Bond.

This problem is solved. If you are angry please help me with the people, pets and possession project, if it becomes necessary.