By Carlos Miller
The most humiliating part of my arrest was not necessarily the way the five Miami police officers slammed me down on the hard sidewalk and bashed my forehead against the concrete. Nor was it the way they tightened the handcuffs on me until they cut off the circulation in my wrists. Nor was it the way one officer twisted my right wrist backwards until I yelled out in pain. Nor was it the way an officer threatened to taze me if I did not shut my mouth.
It wasn’t even the way the sergeant taunted me at the precinct by saying, “I don’t know what police department you’re used to dealing with, but this is Miami PD and we don’t put up with that kind of crap here.”
No, the most humiliating part of my arrest was when I was ordered into a small dark room at the Miami-Dade County Jail and ordered to drop my pants, bend over and spread my cheeks while a jail guard with a flashlight ensured that I was not smuggling any contraband into the jail.
That’s not to say they didn’t keep any contraband from coming into the jail because later that night, one of my cellmates was smoking crack out of a small pipe and even offered me some, which I declined. I hate to see what orifice he used to sneak that in.
But despite the humility of that moment when I stood there with my bare ass in the air, feeling the cold jailhouse draft chill my balls, it doesn’t compare to what one long-haired inmate went through when he had to defecate in a cell with about 20 other inmates.
We all tried to ignore him as he sat on the seatless urine-soaked toilet dropping his load, his facial expression no different than a defecating dog, but there was no way we could ignore the smell.
It was a nauseating, burning smell that permeated our nostrils, eyes, mouths and lungs, drifting through the bars and into the fingerprint processing room and prompting one burly guard to proclaim:
“Damn, boy, something crawled up your ass and died.”
As we sat inside the cell gagging with our shirts over our faces and tears streaming down our cheeks, the inmate kept his gaze forward, staring at the cold institutional jailhouse wall which no doubt has seen many worse humiliating incidents.
The inmate silently wiped himself with the toilet paper he acquired moments earlier from a jail trustee and flushed the toilet and pulled up his pants. Then he settled beneath one of the wooden benches crammed with inmates and went to sleep.
Most of the inmates eventually went to sleep that night despite the fact that at least twice that night, a few inmates almost came to blows.
By the next morning, this jail cell full of inmates; criminals in the eyes of the law; men ranging from drug dealers to wife beaters to drunk drivers to probation violators to homeless drifters to men who just claimed they were standing in the wrong place at the wrong time (not to mention your fellow journalist who had photographed cops against their wishes) had all become friends. At least for that single night.
Considering we were all being charged with misdemeanors, the only thing we wanted to do was just get through the night without any problems that would cause us to remain in jail. Unlike the felons in the next cage, we were all being released the following morning regardless if we posted bail or not.
In fact, only three out of more than 20 inmates posted bail that night. The rest of us toughed it out until the following morning.
After our release, we slapped each other on the back and told each other to stay out of trouble. We were brothers in arms, having endured an uncomfortable and restless night in one of worst jails in the United States of America.
But that is not the way the night began.
*******
“You got a problem, bro?”
I hoped he wasn’t talking to me, this wiry, tattooed Hispanic man with a shaved head and wife-beater t-shirt. I was really not in the mood.
I was so angry at having been arrested; so angry at having been beaten; so angry at having been degraded by making me pull my pants down; I was thinking that if this little man would start talking to me in that tone, I would grab his tattooed neck and ram his shaved head into the bars until the guards came running.
That little teardrop tattoo under his eye wasn’t scaring me.
Yes, jail has a way of bringing out the animal in you. A way of rousing your most primal instincts. A way of proving Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest.
What can you expect when they treat you like caged animals?
The little troublemaker was talking to the man sitting at the other end of the wooden bench, a downtrodden man who looked as if he had never been in jail before. Perhaps a DUI suspect.
“No man, I don’t have a problem,” the man pleaded in a heavy Hispanic accent.
The little troublemaker picked up on his fear and kept getting in his face, raising his voice in the hopes that he would establish himself as the jail cell kingpin.
A part of me was hoping he would try the same with me. I even decided that if he were to start hitting the guy, I would jump in and wail on him.
I looked across at the two inmates sitting on the bench in front of me to see where they stood in this situation. They had a look of impassive expectancy on their faces. As if waiting for the violence to begin, but only as spectators. Bored spectators.
“Why you keep looking at me, bro? Are you some kind of faggot?” the troublemaker asked the man.
“No, man, I’m not looking at you.”
A guard suddenly appeared and unlocked the cell door, allowing three more guards inside, who grabbed the little troublemaker by the back of his neck and dragged him outside to another portion of the jail.
We later learned that he had been keeping himself in jail by continually picking fights. We predicted he would eventually pick on the wrong guy.
Despite the momentary excitement, none of us in the cell said anything to each other. It was still early in the evening and we were still sizing each other up, wondering whom the next person would be to pick a fight, or worse, order us to pull our pants down and bend over. Once is enough, thank you very much.
At that time, there were only three other guys in the cell besides me; the Hispanic guy who got picked on, a black guy with dreads and a Cuban guy with a fade haircut.
But the guards kept bringing people in over the next several hours until at one point, there was about 50 inmates inside, all of us standing like sardines, waiting for the guards to sort us out.
Eventually the guards were able to sort out who belonged where and the cell was reduced to about 20 inmates, which became the core group throughout the long, exhausting and tension-filled night.
*******
“I’m going to kill that bitch when I get out here,” a Hispanic man kept yelling as he paced up and down the small cell.
He was in for domestic violence and was putting on a show for us, punching his fist into his palm and scowling and looking at us from the corner of his eye to make sure we were watching. It was quite entertaining.
If anything, he broke the ice and got us all to start talking to each other. We all took turns in telling what we did to get arrested that night.
They took special interest in my story because of its uniqueness. They got excited when I vowed to take the cops to court for violating my First Amendment rights. They got mad when I told them the cops slammed my head down on the sidewalk.
And they concluded that the police were doing something illegal at the time which caused them to not want to get photographed.
“I didn’t see them do anything illegal,” I said. “It looked very routine for me. For some reason, they just didn’t want to get photographed.”
“Trust me, bro,” said the Cuban with the fade. “If it’s Miami PD, they were doing something illegal.”
I was sitting at the far end of the bench near the bars because there was some serious body odor in that cell, especially towards the back where two of the homeless drifters sat.
Chino and his partner smelled as if they hadn’t bathed in weeks and looked as if they had not eaten in days. They said they had been arrested for loitering. They didn’t speak much English.
Then there was the group of young black men who knew each other from the streets but had been arrested in separate incidents, ranging from pot peddling to shoplifting to vandalism.
And there was a group of middle-aged Cuban men who were arrested after engaging in a bar fight in Little Havana. One of the guys kept showing off his bloodied fists.
As the night dragged on, more and more inmates kept coming in until it got very crowded and every inch of bench space on both sides of the cell were occupied as well as the spaces beneath the benches where inmates slept on the floor with their arms inside their shirts, which I learned is the jailhouse method of keeping your arms warm.
If you needed to pee, you needed to step over numerous sleeping bodies, not to mention a huge puddle of piss, to reach the lone toilet in the rear corner. And the fact that they had taken our shoes, belts and other personal items required us to walk to the toilet in paper booties with our pants sagging. A slumber party from hell.
At one point, a jailhouse trustee handed us sandwiches and plastic little cups of water through the bars. The sandwiches were wrapped in plastic and didn’t look too appealing and I wasn’t even that hungry, so I handed it to Chino who devoured it.
A few minutes later, one of the Cuban middle-aged guys let out a stream of profanities and threw his sandwich wrapper on the floor. A couple of his friends followed suit.
This prompted one of the young black guys to berate him, telling him “my mama always told me you keep clean the place where you sleep.”
“Fuck you, man,” the Cuban guy said, pronouncing the word “man” like Scarface. Meng.
Within seconds, they were standing in each others faces, the young black man and the midde-aged Cuban man threatening each other with bodily harm. Two of the Cuban guy’s friends stood up to let the black man know the Cuban guy was not alone, which prompted two of the black guy’s friends to stand.
The yelling and threatening escalated so I prepared to jump the hell out the way in case the fracas came in my direction. This was one altercation I wasn’t joining.
There was a lot of swaggering and swearing but before any fists were swung, a loud voice emerged from the adjacent felon cell.
“Shut the fuck up, assholes!”
This prompted the two groups who were about to beat each other to a pulp to start yelling back at the felon.
“Mind your own shit, bitch,” the black guy yelled.
“Fuck you, man,” the Cuban guy said, which apparently was the extent of his vocabulary.
And this, of course, prompted several other felons to start yelling at us, threatening to annihilate every single person in the misdemeanor cage when they get out of the felon cage, whenever that time would be.
The guys in my cage were not too serious about this altercation. They were just enjoying taunting the felons, who by the sounds of it, were not seeing the humor in it.
“At least I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, motherfucker,” the black guy yelled as we all laughed.
The Cuban guy tapped fists with him before picking up the sandwich wrappers from the floor. Everything was back to normal again. As normal as jail can ever be.
And as the hours continued to dwindle away, and more and more inmates fell asleep, the only thing we could hear was a man’s cries from a few cells down.
“Get me outta here. Please, get me outta here. I beg you, get me outta here.”
Those harrowing wails continued for several hours as a handful of us remained awake.
Meanwhile, a tall, overweight black man sitting towards the rear of the cell pulled out a small pipe from his sock and struck a match, inhaling the pungent smoke.
He said he was busted for smoking crack as he offered the pipe around to the only three people awake. We all declined by shaking our heads.
*******
By late morning, a guard opened the cell door and lead us to the jailhouse courtroom where the judge is only visible through a television monitor but able to communicate with us through a microphone.
The judge was releasing everybody with “time served” because we were only being charged with misdemeanors.
However, when they called my name and the judge offered me the same “time served” for the nine misdemeanors I was charged with, I told him I was falsely arrested and that I wanted to fight the charges.
He read through the arrest report for a few moments, then looked through the monitor and said:
“Well you certainly have the right to take photos. It looks like things got a little out of hand last night.”
And with that, I was lead to another room where all my cellmates as well as a bunch of other inmates fought for breathing space as we waited for them to release us.
Spirits were high and there was a lot of laughing and joking going on. One tall black guy was being released after 11 months in jail and vowed never to come back.
Then we noticed Chino, the homeless man with the stink, shivering ferociously in a corner, as if he had stepped into an icebox naked.
“You cold, man?” the tall black man asked.
Chino, who didn’t speak much English, nodded yes. Perhaps he was suffering from delirium tremens, withdrawal of alcohol.
The tall black man who hadn’t seen the light of day in almost a year pulled off a long sleeve t-shirt he was wearing over a short-sleeve t-shirt and handed it to Chino.
Chino graciously accepted it, but was unable to put it on, he was shaking so much. His homeless partner in crime helped him put the shirt on, which helped subdue the shakes a bit.
Finally, we were released into daylight. Freedom never tasted sweeter. The smell of car exhaust and the sound of blaring horns never felt so good.
We were unable to wipe the smiles from our faces as we sauntered around the building in our paper booties to retrieve our personal belongings through a small bulletproof window.
After receiving a paper bag with my shoes, belt, watch, wallet and cell phone, I leaned against a wall, putting on my shoes and one of my cellmates, the Cuban with the fade, slapped me on the back and gave me these words of advice.
“Good luck, bro, but watch your ass. The police don’t like it when you challenge them.”
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41 responses so far ↓
1 jorge // Jul 14, 2008 at 8:48 AM
What did we learn from that event? Keep you mouth shut and don’t fuck with Miami PD, or any PD for that matter.
Carlos, how long do you think you are going to benefit from this little incident? I mean enough already papa. I see you causing another fracas for attention because this one is wearing out.
2 Carlos Miller // Jul 14, 2008 at 10:32 AM
What did we learn from that event? Keep you mouth shut and don’t fuck with Miami PD, or any PD for that matter.
I know you would love to turn this country into a police state, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it happen so easily.
3 Jeremy Brooks // Jul 14, 2008 at 11:40 AM
Jorge:
What did we learn from people who refused to submit to the Nazi regime and were killed because of their principles?
Just because people with authority decide to abuse their power doesn’t mean we should just let them.
4 Jorge // Jul 14, 2008 at 12:47 PM
Jeremy,
Here we go again, comparing apples to oranges.
Carlos Miller is not a Jew and the Miami Police Department is not the German army!
This is a grown man who has nothing to do with his life but take pictures of cops and stir the pot. The Jews were killed just for being jewish. They never contributed to their plight like Carlos Miller has.
You.. Jeremy, and your little friends, are the problem in society today. Don’t make something into what it’s not. Plain and simple, the Carlos Miller saga is nothing more than a overgrown little boy behaving badly because he wasn’t given much attention when he was a child. That’s it…nothing more….finit……..
5 torgeaux // Jul 14, 2008 at 1:41 PM
Jorge:
No one is comparing Carlos to Jews. The nazi’s were also an authoritarian state that strictly limited freedom of the press and freedom of speech. not every victim of nazi oppression was a jew.
You are correct about the Miller saga being about an overgrown boy, but it was the guy with the gun, not the camera, who behaved like a child…the biggest bullies the rest.
6 Jorge // Jul 14, 2008 at 2:06 PM
Lord…..If I can’t be skinny, make my friends look fat.
7 AJ // Jul 14, 2008 at 4:42 PM
Jorge sounds like a man who needs arrested so he can see things from another perspective.
Jorge, police are public servants. Taking a picture of them does not harm them and does not prevent them from doing their job. If they don’t like it, well, they can find another line of employment. I hear Gitmo might be hiring, and they always need more help in Abu Graib.
8 Ben // Jul 14, 2008 at 4:49 PM
Your advice is to not f*** with the police department?
1/10 for formulating a minimally well-written response, troll.
9 MAL // Jul 14, 2008 at 5:07 PM
“jorge // Jul 14, 2008 at 8:48 am
What did we learn from that event? Keep you mouth shut and don’t fuck with Miami PD, or any PD for that matter. ”
That’s exactly what the jews did when they were persecuted. They kept their mouth shut when they weer harassed. They kept their mouth shut when their business were trashed. They kept their mouths shut then they were beaten. They kept their mouths shut when they were herded onto trains. When they finally started to speak out, it was from within concentration camps where it was too late.
Get a clue you pea-brained twit. This IS apples to apples. There are a few rotten ones & they are spoiling the whole bunch. CM & the rest of us ARE the jews. These punk officers ARE the Nazis. Snapping a pic justifies what he claims went through? Hell no. If we don’t speak out now, it will be all of us being herded onto trains headed for the gulag… unless you’re Jorge here, a lapdog of the elitists who sees nothing wrong with what the Miami PD supposedly did.
10 Jorge // Jul 14, 2008 at 5:57 PM
“CM & the rest of us ARE the jews. These punk officers ARE the Nazis. Snapping a pic justifies what he claims went through? Hell no. If we don’t speak out now, it will be all of us being herded onto trains headed for the gulag”
Listen to what you just wrote there. You should apologize to all jews. Wow.
COMEPINGA!
11 Alex // Jul 15, 2008 at 12:29 AM
I see only one comep*** here, Jorge. Guess who.
12 Rafael // Jul 15, 2008 at 1:35 AM
Jorge, I’m going to feed the troll a little here. I’m a law abiding citizen who’s never had any problems with police. I’m not a trouble maker. I want you to name the the MD statute that makes it illegal to photograph a police officer or any other person in a public setting. I want to make sure I’m treading on the right side of the law.
I also understand some people don’t like their picture taken and I’m guessing you are one of those people. Can you think of a socially and legally acceptable way to respond to someone who has taken your picture without your consent? I’m not sure what third world country had the pleasure of educating you but the law in this country is very clear about the rights of individuals, what constitutes excessive force and what constitutes harassment.
13 jorge // Jul 15, 2008 at 7:29 AM
“I’m not sure what third world country had the pleasure of educating you but the law in this country is very clear about the rights of individuals, what constitutes excessive force and what constitutes harassment.”
Now who is a prejudice prick?
Carlos, many of your Kool-Aid drinkers represent exactly what you stand against don’t you think. I’m sure Rafael is one of “your” people….jobless, marijuana smoker who wasn’t given attention by his parents.
Rafael, not everything is a statute book. It’s called discretion. Where in the MD statute book does it say that you can not board a commercial aircraft with a razor blade?
Drop dead stupid
14 torgeaux // Jul 15, 2008 at 9:21 AM
Jorge:
At least you qualified it somewhat, “many of your Kool-Aid drinkers represent exactly what you stand against, don’ t you think. . .jobless, marijuana smoker who wasn’t given enough attention by his parents.”
Well, let’s see: torgeaux’s bio: 7 years as a prosecutor, 6 years as a defense counsel, 2 years training prosecutors, 19+ years (so far) in the Army.
I work closely with law enforcement every day. My personal approach to the police is to be polite and cooperative. I take photographs at sensitive locations on a regular basis so I get a lot of questions from MPs. No problems, they’re doing their jobs. However, I also know and defend my rights. I wouldn’t delete a picture I’m allowed to take just because a police officer mistakenly thought I couldn’t take it.
Police are people too, and are sometimes wrong. Starting with the point that sometimes, sometimes, the photographer is in the right would make your arguments more credible Jorge, but you take the position that a citizen must always obey any command of any gov’t official…that cannot be the way our society works.
15 Jorge // Jul 15, 2008 at 11:00 AM
“Well, let’s see: torgeaux’s bio: 7 years as a prosecutor, 6 years as a defense counsel, 2 years training prosecutors, 19+ years (so far) in the Army.”
7 years as a prosecutor – In Miami-Dade that means shit. All you’re doing is binding down or dropping cases because you’re overworked. The State attorney”s office here is a JOKE. Explain that you were a prosecutor to the mother of a child who was gunned down in a robbery and the robber has a filthy past with numerous nolle pross because people like you didn’t want to do their job.
6 years as defense = you’re a scumbag just like the people you defend.
Drop dead.
16 torgeaux // Jul 15, 2008 at 11:22 AM
Look closely Jorge: 19 years in the Army should have been a clue, but I’ll be more specific: Those prosecution years and the defense years were in the Army. Still in, in fact. When assigned as a defense counsel, by my superiors, I was proud to do it. The acquittals, I suppose, were also scumbags? well, even those guilty deserved (and got) a strong defense.
Prosecution time was also time well spent, and certainly not “binding down or dropping cases.”
17 mad hatter // Jul 15, 2008 at 12:27 PM
Great post, Carlos. Everyone should print it out or save it and re-read it from time-to-time. After reading that I’d bet that most people would be persuaded to follow the law.
I’m going to save it for my kids to read when they’re older.
18 Coffee // Jul 15, 2008 at 2:51 PM
“While you’re in there, would you mind nipping off any polyps if you see any? I’m due in for a proctology exam and this way I don’t need to pay any deductible.”
19 Jim // Jul 15, 2008 at 3:02 PM
so Jorge, how long have you worked for the Miami PD beating up photographers? Do you still shakedown drugdealers or have you moved on to “protecting” shop owners for cash?
20 mMann Killian // Jul 15, 2008 at 3:26 PM
OK,Ok, I just had to respond to this emotional crap from Jorge. Jorge, you say there isn’t a need for a law but only descretion is needed? My God man, cops swear to uphold the law not make it. I’m guessing all this is OK for you just up to the point of you being subject to a cop’s descretion? When you’re ox is gored I am very curious as to what your position will be.
The seriously wrong thing with the people in this country is that they get caught up in emotion and declare that position is the way things should be. If I feel an emotional bias against people named Jorge and I am a cop you’re telling me it’ll be OK for me to arrest you on a descretionary charge?
Mann Killian
21 Rafael // Jul 15, 2008 at 3:39 PM
Jorge I agree that discretion is important. I didn’t mean to insult you when suggesting that you might have been educated in another country. I’m sorry you took it that way. As for bringing a razor blade onto a commercial flight, that’s clearly against TSA guidelines.
22 TheDeep // Jul 15, 2008 at 6:21 PM
Come on, people. Stop wasting your rational and well thought out arguments on Jorge. It’s apparent he’s a cop a cop wanna be or maybe just a general bootlicker for those in positions of authority. Reasoned intelligent well thought out facts simply will not sway him. He claims to have respect for law but then calls ALL defendants scumbags undeserving of counsel. He think s ALL commands and demands should be instantly obeyed, always. That should tip you off right there to the guy’s mindset. According to his way of thinking the people who founded the U.S. were seditious traitors who deserved death.
23 Jorge // Jul 15, 2008 at 6:25 PM
Jim,
I am not a cop. However I was taught by my parents to respect policemen as they one day may save your life. They have a tough job that no one appreciates.
I have said this dozens of times before on this dumb blog. I believe in the first amendment. However, I truly don’t think that our founding fathers intended for the 1st amendment to include harrassing policemen. Sorry but no one here has come up with a good, clear argument. People are just pissed at cops because they like to tell them what to do. By nature, people don’t respond well to authority. However, we need that authority, otherwise there would be chaos on the streets and the same people who are dissing policemen on this site will be the first ones in line complaining that there was no policeman to protect them from the bands of thieves and pillagers.
Drop Dead
24 Carlos Miller // Jul 15, 2008 at 6:32 PM
Jorge,
So you think the guy who filmed the Rodney King beating was “harassing policemen”?
25 Texas Little El // Jul 15, 2008 at 7:45 PM
I hate to inform Jorge that Police have zero discretion when following the law. Either they are upholding the law or they are breaking the law.
If I have the legal right to be on a piece of property, and I have the legal right to take a photo, as long as the photograph isn’t being used for commercial purposes then the police can’t do ANYTHING about it.
Any harassment, threats or arrest for doing so is called “Official Oppression” and is a misdemeanor.
If the officer knowingly arrests a person that hasn’t committed a crime can be charged with False arrest, Kidnapping or Assault.
In the case of the officer enforcing a cease and desist order, the crime at best is a misdemeanor and is ONLY ticketable, That means the officer can stop the person only long enough to issue a summons to appear in court.
Officers have ZERO authority to jail a person on a non criminal misdemeanor charge.
Learn a bit more about the law before you defend the cops.
26 Aurora // Jul 15, 2008 at 9:10 PM
I happened to stumble across your site after reading the absurd BS about the UK Dad. (total crap)
While I agree that it is freedom of press and expression, on an individual basis a person does have a right to say “NO” to a picture. When taking a picture of some one, knowing upsetting them, it’s a violation of personal privacy and their right to the pursuit of life liberty and happiness. If you are upsetting them by taking a picture, you are just as much in the wrong.
The laws are written loosely for a reason. They are there to help us.
When you take advantage of a freedom, they tend to be taken away.
Take a step back.
Not everyone wants their picture taken.
And it’s about respect.
When I was on the Hopi reservation, we did not take cameras, or cell phones (not that we could get any reception) Why? Because the Hopi believe that by taking a picture of them you have imprisoned part of their soul.
Be free, but be respectful.
~Aurora
27 Green Thumb // Jul 15, 2008 at 9:17 PM
At least you qualified it somewhat, “many of your Kool-Aid drinkers represent exactly what you stand against, don’t you think . . .jobless, marijuana smoker who wasn’t given enough attention by his parents.”- Hey not every one who smokes weed is a dead beat.
I make plenty of money; I am green, and NOT BROKE. And my parents loved me….too bad yours did not
So take it easy on your generalization there chief.
Just because you’ve had negative responses doesn’t mean we all drink Cherry kool aide. (I’m assuming you are referring to the Heaven’s gate group?) You might want to add into that group, any one who wears Nikes…if you are going to use that comparison correctly. Why is it people group Zionist Heaven theorist with Hippies?
Geezzz.
28 Jason // Jul 16, 2008 at 12:05 PM
I love how you DUmp monkeys take any police action and/or legal judgment against you as evidence of a “police state.” 99.999% of you idiots don’t even have a clue what a true police state actually would be like. (Here’s a clue: you wouldn’t be here right now bitching and whining.) Judge Fernandez’s observations about you and his subsequent ruling based on those observations were spot on. Your continued obsession with and stalking of Judge Fernandez should result in a most amusing outcome.
29 Rafael // Jul 16, 2008 at 12:20 PM
Jorge is a troll. He shouldn’t be getting this much attention. I really didn’t feel a need to defend myself from his off-the-mark generalization of my character. The only reason I engaged him initially was because I though there might be a possibility that he worked in law enforcement. Now that he’s admitted he doesn’t, that he’s just some poor confused sap that really doesn’t understand the law or the role of law enforcement in the US we can all ignore this person. Sure his opinion matters but if you notice in this thread I was the only person who offered him any semblance of respect and he responded by calling me a stupid hippy.
Carlos you should be able to do a couple of things with all of this person’s posts. Trace the IP’s that Jorge is posting from. If all his posts somehow originate from an IP controled by MDPD you might have a story there. Otherwise you can just block this guy from being able to post or even see your blog. Contact me if you need any help doing this.
30 Jorge // Jul 16, 2008 at 5:31 PM
Rafael
Now I see that you are a certified comepinga. First of all, Carlos doesn’t have the authority to trace anyones IP address unless he mysteriously obtained a subpeona.
Secondly, my IP address is not a static IP address so al your going to get is that it belongs to my DSL provider.
Carlos is not going to ban me because then it would make him a hypocrite. Call me a troll, call me what you like, but my opnion stands.
PS: Try the stupid scare tactics somewhere else, we’re all stocked up here.
Stupid Hippie
31 Kathy // Jul 17, 2008 at 1:07 AM
Miami PD is garbage, they pull shit like this regularly. And Jorge is just another asswipe welcoming the abuse of police power. Like if Miami needed another dimwitted fucker to begin with.
32 Momoko Sudo // Jul 17, 2008 at 10:45 AM
I think Carlos’ jail stay was quite pleasant compared to the other stories I have heard of. The cell Carlos was in was air conditioned and had a toilet. There was even something to sit on!
There are jails that have no toilet, no AC, and no windows. Feces are left on the floor. Nothing to sit on. Just a room full of inmates so jammed they don’t have a room to sit down, and the floor is a layer of feces and vomits. Inmates are kept there 23 hours per day. They are allowed to get out only once a day just for an hour, and when they are back into the shit room the room is not cleaned. They have to stand on their own feces that have been sitting there for days.
That’s how the government treats “people” here in free country, America.
33 Jorge // Jul 17, 2008 at 11:17 AM
Thank you Momoko!
I have a new found respect for you. Maybe we should all appreciate the good ol US of A!
One more question for you Momoko, what would happen if someone took a picture of a policeman in that country your are speaking of? What would happen if that officer did not want his photo taken? hmmmmmm.
34 Joel Rosenberg // Jul 17, 2008 at 1:52 PM
Yup. The US has higher standards than many other countries, and we have the right to expect that the well-trained and dedicated civil servants not act like jackbooted thugs. (Although, alas, such expectations are all too frequently too much for some of the well-trained and dedicated civil servants.)
Thank you, Mr. Obvious.
35 KwZ // Aug 3, 2008 at 8:40 PM
Man, you just don’t fuck with the police. Some of these guys are really crazy. Just don’t fuck with them.
36 Dirty Hippy // Aug 3, 2008 at 9:12 PM
The police not wanting their pictures taken doesn’t give them legal grounds on which to arrest someone, unless I missed some new law that allows the police to do whatever they want. The police are, as previously stated, public servants. Meaning that their primary purpose is to serve the public. I don’t believe that arresting photographers for taking pictures qualifies as serving.
37 jorge // Aug 14, 2008 at 3:14 PM
hi! I’m jorge and I was totally wrong! im a douche and should probably get slapped in the face. everyone here at this office is reading my posts and laughing at me. everyone in miami knows i’m a douche but me. kill me someone! please kill me!
38 Loser with a badge // Aug 14, 2008 at 11:16 PM
What did we learn. The reason police are a-holes is because they can be. Loser in life join the Miami PD.
39 Doug // Sep 2, 2008 at 4:24 PM
Jorge,
You must be one of those assholes. Punk cops break they law every day and get away with it. THE ONLY DEFENSE ONE HAS AGAINST THE LAWBREAKING CRIMINALS IN UNIFORM IS SOME KIND OF RECORD, some call that a photograph. In case you are too idiotic to know, cops dont turn themselves in when they break the law, that is why we have cameras. Taking pictures of police or anyone else on the street is no crime.
40 Ray // Nov 21, 2008 at 2:57 PM
For the small percentage of cops that are idiots we need the small percentage of people with cameras who are idiots to film them. That’s all!
41 aceblade // Nov 28, 2008 at 11:08 AM
The officer on the left side of the picture looks like he’s happy to have his picture taken. If I’m not mistaken, it looks like he’s posing!
The officer on the far right looks like he’s ready to bust some heads though. Definitely avoid that one.
…well, avoid him from now on.
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