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Sacramento Protects and Serves Business not all Youth- Part 1

If one really wishes to know how justice is administered in a country, one does not question the policemen, the lawyers, the judges, or the protected members of the middle class. One goes to the unprotected–those, precisely, who need the law's protection most!–and listens to their testimony. James Baldwin

For many Sacramento residents life for us has not been a crystal stair. It's had many obstacles (tacks), set backs (splinters), disappointments (boards) and places where their seems to be no relief (no carpet on the floor) But we keep climbing. we keep trying, we keep living maintaining love and hope.

Each time my oldest sons appeal is denied I send him a letter writing, a quote from the "Mother to Son" poem from Langston Hughes, "I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now. For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me (in your absence) ain't been no crystal stair."

On September 22, 2010, I sat in my home reading hundreds of pages of court transcripts, sent to me by my older son, in an effort to now move his appeal from the State Supreme court to the United States Eastern District federal court. The process to get to federal court has been both painful and exhausting.

We were told a couple years ago, we have to exhaust state remedies to have our case heard in federal court. We learned we'd have to exhaust ourselves learning to prepare our pleas since we can not afford $30,000 requested by appeal attorneys.

I believe my middle child is alive, by the Grace of God, as an answer to my prayers, tears, pain of trying and fighting to keep him alive as youth attempted to take his life. I believe in my heart our prayer for relief and freedom will be granted in Federal Court. I don't believe his life was spared to live a life suffocating in a California State Prison.

I believe we can pray and wait; or pray and labor. I believe it depends on the prayer; "Give a man a fish he can eat for a day; Teach him how to fish he can eat for a lifetime." Our prayer is not to live for a day and then die a premature death; but a prayer to live for a mature lifetime.

I believe my son returning home will be a blessing from God with an armor of protection. I believe when God gives us blessings we are to use those blessings to bless someone else. I believe in a quote by Benjamin Disrael, "Justice is truth in action" I believe Justice in the State Court can be blind and deaf . But heck, that's why we have federal courts and appeals. I believe what's done in the dark will come to light.

Sacramento's criminal justice system has been hijacked by many pirates. Heck, their are some who aren't deserving of law degrees but deserving of Academy, Oscar and Emmy awards.

I learned, during my son's trial, if you seek truth you might want to stay away from a courtroom. Sacramento courts can be a beast and at times the belly of deceit and trickery. Not to mention extremely painful for all. Heck, it's structured where only the strong survive. My son was weak. I'm thankful that now he is learning to be strong.

Quite frankly, many of us are are not feeling so protected. We find comfort in knowing; We Can Do All Things Through Christ Who Strengthens us. At times we have to pass through the storm to see the beauty of the rainbow. Every time we are knocked down with the punches thrown at us we have to get back up from our prayers and sometimes get up to fight to clear the Sky's from the clouds of deceit.

Each appeal denial, 1) 3rd district denial of direct appeal, 2) Supreme court denial of the Petition to Review, 3) 3rd District Court denial of the State habeas, 4) our latest denial, the September 16, 2010 Habeas Corpus denial in the Supreme court; was a slap in the face. But it's a slap; we were not knocked down. We are able and determined to advance our pleas to a higher court.

Some might see the higher court as the Federal Court. In fact all the books I read while preparing the appeal informed us our objective would be to get to federal court and suggested or rather warned us all other appeals will be denied.

When you're among the unprotected, you must walk by faith and not by sight. Who really protects the poor? The only protection I have found is in God. I believe the highest court in all the earth is the Court where our Creator is the judge, jury and the witness that will guarantee and provide fair and equal representation. In the highest court their is no lies, no games, no deceit, no false reports, no courtroom theatrical performances to advance a career or build a case.

Sacramento, contrary to our Mayor Kevin Johnson's pretentious slogan, is definitely not a city that works for everyone. In fact many youth of this city are fighting to live and many more living to die either on our streets or become the walking dead in a California State Prison.

Equally concerning is the fact many of our youth are having their spirits, their smiles, their peaceful-nature- swagger assassinated in a city that looks at money and not at the quality of life- or lack thereof – of many of its young people.

September 22, 2010 as I attempted to rest after the painful contraction of working on my older son's appeal. I was hit with the painful contraction of what my youngest son just experienced.

My neighbor knocked on my door and informed me my son couldn't reach me and called her to pick him up across the street from the light rail where the police had dropped him off. I asked, "Why wouldn't the police bring him to my home? Why or what is the purpose of dropping him off across the street from the light rail" She stated, "I have no idea. The officer wouldn't even talk to me when I went to ask him what happened."

My son was angry. He was hurt. His wrist were bruised. His smile was gone. His eyes showed the reminiscence of abuse. He stated, "Mom, why didn't you answer the phone. I called 13 times." I told him I never heard the phone. I left it in the car after I took him to school."

My son, then proceeded to tell me what just occur, September 22, at the Florin Road light rail station. (below is what my son says occured. The officer's name is on the copy to be sent to the Office of Public Safety and Accountability complaint I am filing on behalf of my son)

"A couple of friends and I were at the Florin Light rail Station waiting for the light rail to come. We had only been there for less than twenty minutes and the regional transit police were checking for ID's and bus cards. An officer approached us not in a kindly matter and asked us if we are on parole or probation. After everybody said no he told us " if your not waiting for the light rail we have to leave." I said " I'm waiting for the light rail" but he either ignored me or didn't hear me because he didn't respond.

One of my friends gets mad and tells him we just got here and why are we gettin kicked off. So as we were leaving the officer says " yeah that's right walk away like some bitches, all you punks are scared, scared of me that's why you keep on walking and talking punks!" I instantly turn around and replied " I'm not scared of you just because you have that badge doesn't make me scared of you" he came towards me and told me to say it again. So I said " JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THAT BADGE DON'T MEAN I'M SCARED OF YOU. I'M NOT A CHILD SO IF YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE TALK TO ME LIKE I'M A MAN." he said " oh you think your Mr. bad ass why don't you stop and say it. So I stopped and told him, " I'm not Mr. bad ass I'm just saying if you want me to leave don't call me no bitch and act like you punkin me talk to me like a man. He had gotten frustrated because by this time I was the one person standing up to him.

He demanded me to pull out my I.D., I said " no, you told me to leave so I'm leaving." I should of gave it to him when he first asked but I was mad at him for talking to me like a dog when I wasn't doing anything but waiting on the light rail. He replied " give me your I.D. or else I'll have you detained. I tried to walk faster, he started speeding up and said put your hands behind your back. I said " here man" and pulled out my wallet, he yelled " no put your hands behind your back right now or else I'll have you arrested for resisting arrest!" Then he handcuffed me.

I said " I didn't even do anything to get arrested so what am i resisting?" he replied, "I'll have you arrested for loitering." so he searched me. I didn't tell this officer he couldn't search me because the last officer I told "you can't search me. I'm not on probation or parole" they got mad and threw me to the ground with my mouth in the dirt.

The officer kept talking down to me and walked me to the police car. as we were walking off he was saying "you want to act out in front of your friends like your the shit now your getting arrested and they aren't dumb fuck." I said, "I'm not dumb I know my rights and you cant just arrest me for waiting for the light rail that's dumb." he told me to shut up and tried to put me in the police car. As I was getting in I told him to hold up because it was hard for me to squeeze in.

He took my thumb and forcefully bent it backwards and said "you don't tell me when to hold on!" he had it bent until I was in the car all the way. My thumb started throbbing and then begun to numb for the rest of the day. When he got in the car his attitude changed even worse so much to where now he was screaming at me , saying I was nothing in life , and I'm going to be in prison when I'm older because of my mouth. I said "you don't know even know me!" He replied, and you don't know me. This is my house! You don't come to my house disrespecting I run this!" while he was circling the Light rail Station with his finger. After that I had nothing else to say, i just kept quiet because words couldn't describe how mad I was. He asked me my age and I didn't answer. He said " look at you, you not Mr.bad ass now. you not talkin shit" I said 17.

He then left the car for awhile then came back and drove me to the end of the parking lot. He got out and opened my door, and as I was getting out he said " No I didn't tell you to move. You move when I tell you to move." so I had to get back in the car and listen to him talk about the ticket and talk down to me. I said how did I get a ticket for delaying at the light rail station if I was waiting for the light rail. He just shrugged and said "your not getting the bus card back here's your sticker leave the light rail. "

I left the light rail with scars on my wrist and possibly a sprained thumb. It still hurts. This is the 7th time I've been stopped by the police and searched and I am not on probation. I never stood up for myself until this time. I am tired of being treated like this and searched and talked to like an animal by the police. Once my face and mouth was thrown in the dirt. Another time another officer got in my face and yelled at me calling me a gang member and I'm not a gang member and saying I am going to prison just like this one did. If I don't say anything they get in my face and yell and scream, cuss at me. They never call my mother when they do it. They treat me like this then let me go. This officer told my mother he gave me the ticket and I was not telling the truth and he did not give me the ticket and lied and said he did. "

I explained to my 17yr old son where and how he was wrong. We went to the light rail so I could hear the officers side and perhaps explain to the middle aged adult how he too was wrong.

(Please see Part 2)

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