Posted on July 18, 2017 | Kelley Denham | Written on July 18, 2017
Smiths Falls Police
Author's Note:This is part twelve of The Crime Hump Chronicles, the creative non-fiction narrative of quantum events.
“We get what we deserve,” the beginning line of one of my favorite songs. It’s about the only song I’ve listened to, over and over, since my arrest almost a year ago. It was one of my last online posts before turning myself in and being kept offline by a release condition for months. This song played in my head when they put me in the holding cells, over and over. Certain I was going to be in the cells until at least the next morning, this song kept me calm. It kept me grounded. Most importantly, it kept me quiet. I was released that day, but not before a two-hour interrogation. I remember tuning out Detective/Constable Rodcocker’s demeaning questions, when he explained what he would do to me if I was his wife.
“We get what we deserve.” I just kept singing to myself, over and over.
My commute to work takes about 45 minutes. I put this song on my car stereo for the entire drive. Every time it ends, I hit repeat and turn it up just a little bit louder. By the time I get to work, it’s as loud as it will go. Same for the commute home and any drive that will take over 3 minutes.
When I am waiting at the court house for my matter to come up, I hear this same song. It mesmerizes me. It makes me think of the series of events that led to my current circumstances. I reflect on the good, the bad and what the public doesn’t know yet. The song has a power over me, to reframe just about anything because we really do “get what we deserve.”
Justice is getting what we deserve. We all get justice, though it may not always be in the form of the judicial process. I’ve come to learn that those who engage in negative behaviour, live in a negative world. When your internal dialogue keeps telling you bad things, you are going to have a bad outlook on life. I’ve also come to learn that we can control that inner voice. We can tell ourselves good things and from that, we can feel good. Something as simple as a favorite tune can change your entire perspective.
We get what we deserve because we do it to ourselves. We all get justice because justice is about what is real. It’s not about punishing the guilty. It’s about revealing the truth and repairing the harm that comes from lying to ourselves and others. Justice is the truth and in the end, it always comes out. We do get what we deserve, inclusively.
The following story could not be verified and common themes emerge that may leave more questions than answers. Because this is only a blog, I’ve decided to publish this story anyways and let the public decide.
Two search warrants were executed on two homes in Smiths Falls, simultaneously. Six arrests are claimed to have been made, though no street value to items seized are publicized. I’ve been able to interview two of the parties, prompted by a loud conversation I over heard in the waiting area just outside the courtroom, by a third party. The third party declined to be interviewed.
The first party I interview is done in person. We had been small talking in the court house when he mentions his charges. I ask if he was part of the raid that was just in the newspaper. He confirms that he was. I ask him about the troubling story I over heard earlier that month. He was in the other house so the details he gives are all hearsay. He does inform me that a very small quantity of drugs was seized, but that the party had a prescription for it. I thank him for his time.
I track down the second party through social media. He is open to talking about it with me. I tell him my intentions of publishing the story, his story. He is open to this as well. I ask him to tell me what happened. The following is an excerpt from that phone interview.
Second party: Well basically we got raided and accused of selling drugs and a gun was pulled on me in front of the kids. I was thrown around the house and I was treated like someone with a violent record and I don’t have a violent record. Other than that, I don’t really know what happened. It happened pretty quick. In court, they said it was a taser and it definitely wasn’t a taser. It was a hand gun.
Me: So they lied?
Second party: Yes. They’re lying about all kinds of stuff.
Me: So tell me more about the gun. Why did they pull a gun on you?
Second party: Because I appeared to be resisting, but I was trying to put a cigarette out and light another.
Me: So you already had the other smoke out? Or were you still trying to put one out?
Second party: I already had the smoke out and was trying to light it.
Me: What did the police say to you?
Second party: I can’t quite remember what he said to me. It was officer (redacted). I remember what I said. I said, “I’d give you a f***ing reason to act like that.”
Me: Is that when he pulled the gun?
Second party: That’s when three of them decided to wrestle me on the table, putting me face first in the table. It was after I started pushing away from the table that the gun came out.
Me: So they were wrestling you. You were on the table and officer (redacted) just pulled a gun.
Second party: Ya. He took it to my head. It was pointed at my head.
Me: So it was pointed at your head. What did you do? What was the first thing you did?
Second party: First thing I did was notice it was a gun. I looked and seen the ten-year-old child. When I made eye contact with him, I stopped right away.
Me: What did you stop doing?
Second party: I stopped trying to pull away from them. I was still trying to light my cigarette.
Me: Do you think they could tell you were just trying to light the cigarette?
Second party: Yes. It was obvious.
Me: So was there any reason for them to think you were about to pull a gun, or knife or…
Second party: No reason at all.
Me: So it sounds like you’re saying they put a gun to your head to make you compliant?
Second party: Ya, pretty much. That’s exactly what they did.
Me: Were they trying to get your hands behind your back?
Second party: Ya. They were doing that.
Me: Were you fighting back?
Second party: I was pulling away, ya. I was trying to sit up. They had me bent over the table, but after I made eye contact with the child, I stopped. They kept me bent over for 30 or 40 seconds.
Me: How long was the gun pointed at your head?
Second party: I don’t know. Maybe 10 or 15 seconds.
Me: Can you tell me what the gun looked like?
Second party: A 9mm Glock, a police issue hand gun.
Me: What did the child look like?
Second party: He was struggling too. He was fighting. When I stopped, he stopped. Him and the other child, an eight-year-old were out of it. We weren’t allowed to see them. They weren’t allowed to be comforted. They wouldn’t let us hold them. Nothing. The officers were there five or six hours before they called anyone for the children, while they searched the house.
Me: How long was it into this incident, before the gun was pulled?
Second party: Not even a minute. He had the gun out, like Dirty Harry. It’s his best friend.
Me: Did anyone else see the gun at your head?
Second party: Yes. The whole room full of people did. The kids were terrified. They were f***ing terrified.
I try contacting the other party that may have some verifying information. I receive no reply. I start researching the local law enforcement. I find the annual report of the Smiths Falls Police Service. They did switch to the same gun described by the second party recently and the officer responsible for training the other officers on it, is the same one alleged to have held one to the second party’s head. In reviewing my notes, the story has almost as many discrepancies as consistencies. Bad boys? You decide.