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Michelle Morehouse’s encounter with the police

My son once called me a nasty name over the phone. Four hours later when I got home from work I walked up to him and said "what did you call me earlier today?" And immediately slapped him across the face, not super hard, but hard enough. I had talked to him ad nauseam about respect etc., he had had restrictions, he had been grounded to his room etc. Nothing seemed to work at this point. I was a single mom with three kids and my only son, and the oldest child, was getting out of control. So that day I slapped him. Not my proudest parenting moment. However he has never talked to me that way since.

He went to his room and called the police. He sat on his sister's bed nervously waiting for me to be arrested. I have no idea what he thought would happen. Police officer shows up. He is a very muscular guy dipped in confidence 20 times and tossed into a uniform; a typical example of a police officer in the US. I answer the door. I'm in scrubs, basically coming off a long on call day plus my son called me a FB a few hours earlier. Pretty sure I look like a hot mess. He asks me to come outside to talk, which I already was, so I closed the door behind me. He asks if I'm mom, what basically happened leading up to the incident with my son. Before I'm done explaining he asks, "how long have you lived here?" I tell him two years and he walks in the house with "where is he?"

Officer goes upstairs and first asks him what happened, why it happened and where IS the evidential proof of scratches, red marks or bruising, etc. Then he proceeds to give my son the what for, in an extremely loud commanding voice, on how he MUST be a spoiled brat to talk like that to a mother that LETS him live in this wonderful house, with those expensive jeans and new shoes, his own room, food on the table etc. Finally he says "your mom can slap you every single day until you turn 18 so you'd better behave yourself, son." and shut the door.

He came back downstairs and said I shouldn't have any more trouble with name calling. Also told me I'm doing a great job and to keep up the good work. We chatted about his life with his own son, how much the times have changed and why it's important to keep kids in check these days. Eventually he heard another call come through dispatch and left.

This very nice police officer did me the favor of giving my son a much needed dad-teaching moment that night. I was very grateful for the back up.

My son had also been in counselling along with all the other attempts I made at gaining his respect. This was a one-time event in respect to him disrespecting me.

I did slap him once more, while driving, for telling his sister to go f herself. My youngest was also in the car, therefore I had to stop the madness immediately as it had escalated quickly.

He is 22 now; this happened when he was 15 or 16. We are good. He has moved home a couple times over the years and holds a great job, girlfriend etc.

To all the parents out there, agree or disagree with my tactics, but hug your kids. And your police officers.

 #PoliceMisconduct #WrongfulArrest #Accountability

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Marissa Aneke Collins’ police survivor testimonial:

I was the vocalist for a grindcore band, and we played a show in Virginia. Before our set, I took a hit to the side of my face which left me bleeding, and it was apparently worse than I realized, especially as the bathrooms at the venues had no mirrors and nobody really told me much. I figured I’d probably sweat it off in the course of our set and didn’t worry about it too much.

We played our set and packed all the instruments in our drummer’s van. Our bassist and guitarist drove up in a separate car and they left immediately afterwards. The drummer and I wanted to stay for the rest of the show and see it through before we left, so that’s what we did.

On the way back, we saw a Denny’s sign and we both had the same idea (except I mistakenly thought about a menu item which as it turns out wasn’t on the Denny’s menu, it was on the IHOP menu). When we pulled in, we saw two cruisers from the Sheriffs department there but didn’t think anything of it… we weren’t doing anything illegal, carrying anything illegal, neither of us drinks, so we were both sober. The hostess gave me some really weird looks as she seated us at a table which was pretty close to where two Deputies were seated, then walked over to their table. I didn’t pay her or them any mind because I was preoccupied with trying to find what I wanted on the menu (and again, I’d mistaken an IHOP menu item for an item from the Denny’s menu). I remember at one point one of the Deputies got up with his phone in his hand and walked out towards the lobby and we began to notice that the other was staring at us, but I just chalked it up to looking disheveled, as it was something like 1 in the morning and we were on our way back from a show consisting of grindcore, powerviolence, etc. bands and I get into the pit at those, so of course I wasn’t going to be looking sparkly at the end of it.

Shortly after we placed our order, the other Deputy returns, but this time he has a bunch of his buddies in tow. And they walk straight to our table and tell us they need to talk to us. They separate us, and one group takes him outside to talk to him, while the other takes me to a section of the restaurant where the seating was closed for the night.

Right away, a female Deputy starts questioning me, asking if I’m a victim of domestic violence and I was just bewildered. Another Deputy, he pointed out that I had some obviously older visible scars on my neck and forearm and that it indicated long term abuse and I had to tell him, “No, that was an explosive device left by the Taliban”, and I’m explaining where we’re coming from, and looking outside the window, I can see him showing the inside of the van and later on something on his phone (which turned out to be videos from the show that someone he knew in the local scene up there had sent him of our set).

I remember at one point getting the idea to act like I was sobbing and some of the Deputies could intermittently look towards our drummer and glare at him. They were amused with the idea (save for the female Deputy, who had more of a “wtf?!” reaction), but the one told me maybe it wasn’t a good idea if I was counting on him for a ride home. Fair point.

One Deputy (of the two originally in the restaurant) finally asked me if I had any idea how I looked, and I had to admit that I really didn’t, as, again, there were no mirrors in the bathroom at the venue and I wasn’t exactly looking for one for the sake of touching up my makeup, you know? So he pulls out his phone, turns the camera on, turns it towards me, and goes around my face with the screen towards me so I could see it. And there was still blood all over my face. And I remember rhetorically asking, “Well why didn’t jackass out there say something to me?”.

One of the Deputies from the group which took our drummer outside came back in and the senior Deputy from the group that was with me went to talk to him, which I’m guessing was to exchange notes. He went back outside, and my drummer and the rest of the Deputies came back in. They pretty much told us all was well, reconfirmed that I didn’t want or require EMTs or any other medical attention, and wished us a safe drive home. As they were leaving, one of the Sergeants on scene turned around, pointed at me and said, “And you… you’re a lunatic”.

The shift manager was gracious enough to comp us our meals, though we figured about what we would’ve paid plus tip and left that all as a tip for our waitress because that’s how we roll. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, lest we ended up stopping somewhere else and had something like that happen again.

Kevin delahunty  Sept 16 2001 I was saving a guys life and he just told me and another dude that his 3 yr old had been snatched. Then immediately I had a micraphone in my face. 30 seconds is a hell of a response time. We couldn't get the guy to stop recording us. Then 5 min later a camera man shows up. We demand not to be filmed and only when we threaten to leave does the camera man turn off the camera. So I tell the deputys who has the kid. 5 times. After 45 min the camera man walks up and asks me for my signature. For what I say. I thought you were not filming. 2 deputies gave us Thier word we would not be filmed.

So the camera man ( John Langley) turns to the cops and says ,” well now nobody gets to be on t.v. ". These cops were PISSED. Thier dreams of being famous are crashing into the ground. They demand to know why. So he looks back and be points at all me. And says “ cuz he won't sign the release and he's in every single shot. Needless to say now I'm public enemy #1. The next 4 1/2 hours I'm assaulted by a dozen or so cops. My motorcycle is kicked over my keys are stolen and I'm threatened multiple to times. I'm told that I'm the only person in history to not sign the release. I said yeah I'll bet, the way you Dirtbag everyone into a corner. There was NO WAY I WAS EVER GONNA SIGN THAT PAPER. I don't like getting bullied. Especially since I was only doing a good deed.

Within 48 hours I lost everything i owned was fired from both my jobs and had to all my vehicles impounded. Then I was chased out of town at gunpoint.

Within 48 hours of it's broadcast I was in jail. And the two guys who arrested me ( Perez and Weber of Rialto p.d. ) went to prison for framing me. I still served 3 years and would return to that jail on the same charges 13 more times. In 16 years I was arrested 41 times. Now the f.b.i. claims it's not corruption. The producers of cops are every cops hero. Don't ever trust a cop.

Tamsen Bowles On June 22nd my sister was arrested. She asked police if I could come pick up her car instead of it being impounded. It was released to me. A few days later the lady that gifted the car to my sister received a fine in the mail for not having insurance. She demanded I send her the tag that belonged to her off the vehicle. or she would report the car stolen. I did. She told me to do as I wanted with the vehicle. When my sister was released 3 months later she reported the car stolen and I stole her debit card and food stamp card. She failed to mention she told her daughter to put the money on her books. I was arrested for 5 felonies. From the initial phone call I attempted to reach out to that officer via phone and email and was unsuccessful. She never attempted to make contact with me never heard my side of the story.

The first week In October warrants were taken out and 2 days later I contacted her and was told immediately to come to the sheriff department to talk. I explained I wasn't since I did not live in the area I was out of state the same as my sister who filed these charges over the phone in another state. The officer told me it did not work that way I needed to come in. I replied back it didn't work that way either. I explained I was not doing her job for her that she needed to catch me how she could and I ended the call. The next morning at 5 am there was several knocks on the door. They knew 100% I was inside since I had just let my cat in moments before. They announced their self as the sheriff dept and stayed over an hour. Half way of then there knocking I started sneezing and could not stop. (I diagnosed myself as being allergic to pigs. There was several carloads outside.) I never opened the door. A few hours later I packed all my stuff and left the camp ground. (My reservation was over that day). After leaving the campground I was pulled over in the same town 1 mile on the same road. I stepped out the truck explained to the officer I had 5 active felony warrants in the neighboring state he gave me a warning and to have a great day. The county I had warrants left and come to arrest me unassisted from the county I was in and without the Marshalls office. A week later I was in fact arrested my boyfriend was arrested my dogs went to jail. My truck and camper was also impounded. Needless to say I was bonded out 4 days later and had 6 days to retrieve my truck and camper. I lost everything. I requested the police report from both incidents and the lies that were told. The officer made several false statements and my sister lied about everything. I attempted to file an internal affairs investigation and was told by the local sheriff and the person over IA I would have my day in court and that was the end of the conversation. My public defender told me I should be thankful for being released from jail. He could arrange for the bondsman to come off my bond and I could go back to jail. I have reached out to so many people and because I'm just me I can't be heard. I need help and I have all the proof. Anonymous I met a man back in 2016 at a bar who wore a blond wig and green contacts and told me he was a vampire bit by a werewolf and passed me his number and he was black. I found him intertand knew sometwas uo when he sat next to me and wouldn't stop looking over. After my friend left and the football game was ivr I wanted to part some more because I did not care about life. My mother was dying of cancer and I had a collapsed disc on my nerve from former car wrecks and an illness called gastroparesis that was incurable that I cured and I ended up being the one to legalize weed in the state of Oklahoma and was on the news back in 2016 when I was on twenty five medications and I got a prescription of marijuana and told America I smoked weed before it was legal. Moving forward i got extorted and human trafficked by my family who is the retired CIA FBI police and my cousin is our former country director that ran forty western hemisphere countries and was southern command who now works for space force. My second cousin created the j6 rocket fuel for the trip to the moon. I am a legacy member of daughter of the revolutionary war and should be an eastern star as my grandfather was a master mason who left on bad terms and his brother was a colonel in the military. It has taken me eight years and four innocent arrests of self defense and duis plus institutionalizations to prove my story as I ended up being the one to catch a domestic terrorist who had toes to other terrorists that I have pictures of to complete my story. I am disabled and told the police and judges to go along with me because at the end I showed them who I was and whay I was capable of if they just listened and at first and for many years they did not. I called police in the jurisdiction I am from and told them I don't know the man in my house and they left him with me and after he allegedly murdered my mom for my inheritance he beat me up in the jurisdiction I ended up moving to where my dads had been cops. After he beat me up the police let me drive drink back to my original jurisdiction where I called the cops and said I don't know the man in my house. The next day I called the jail and they gave me his real name as my heart sank because it was different than what he had told me and police. I was right . I did not know the man in my house and he had a different name and the cops left him with me and he ended up robbing me, stealing my car, murdering my mom, human trafficking me, domestic abuse, extorted me, raped me, and I could not get away. I moved to the jurisdiction he beat me up where my dads had retired the police force from and they thought I was crazy because I couldn't even hardly get a sentence out I wayso scared after being gaslighted by the police and told no yiy know him and this is civil and you are married. I only said at one time that I was married because my private attorney told me to to protect myself because he was crazy and I was losing everything and dying from gastroparesis and my mother had just been murdered and at that time I did not care if I lived or died. To make a long story short I am disabled and the police did not listen to me nor the district attorney office and they were my advocates after getting beat up and they ended up charging me with self defense twice on two different people that I told the the judges to go along with me and theu put two different competence hearings on me. The first time I went the doctor saw my evidence against my terrorist abuser and told me to take the charge and get justice so I did and the judge put me on an ankle monitor and let me watch this man live in my home rob me and drive my car plus he stole twelve thousand dollars out if my house after my uncle had not followed my mom's wishes to leave everything of her inheritance to me because I and the terrorist were the only ones taking care of my mom unto I forced my family to be there and my brother ended up I juri g me and throwing me across the room and my family always protected the men be ause he was prior military and they did not want to mess with his career. Just like they said the abuse never happened at ft hood when I was strangled I front of my ex husbands soldiers twelve times because he tried to kilk me. All if this still follows statute too. The second co.petence hearing I went to a hospital and was found competent after I had already done three months illegally for stabbing a lady that tried to kill me. She was my neighbor and I was using her car to let the terrorist just kill me and he tore my acl and miniscus in my right knee. She said I was selling my pills door to door and the medical staff knew I wasn't and my nurse remembers a lady calling and saying that about me. She even said I will kill you bitch and I had it recorded and cops never came when I asked them to for help. One day she ended up attackung me on my property after a us marshal cane to me and told me to never call the poluce again and I fought the lady back because that us marshal left my side when I called the cops and said I know something you don't know. I should have just left with him. Back to the lady. Her and a neighbor were calling me a snitch and one ran up my stairs and admitted to police that she punched me and I fell back and could not get up as she jumped on top of me was punching me and was pulling my hair out. I grabbed a knife and stabbec her four times while I am the one who called the cops and told them I was being attackec by my neighbor. They came out as she went home to shower because she did not know I was on the phone with the police and she had no I tention of doung anything about her injuries because after het showet the cops showed up and asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital to gey looked at and she said no. She did not have insurance but told me she had a heart condition and was dying. Her motive was envy as she stated before I stabbed her that I always have me and I said yes I am always going to have me. My abuser who I was left with and had five protective orders against motive was money and betrayal. Common law marriage is legal in .y state and the police thought I was married and did not realize I did not know him and had been left with him and said just about anything I could to justify to myself why this man was in my life after the police Keith him around me. I Keith taking charges and my public defender told me to get malicious prosecution on their asses. I did write a twenty six page police report that they never investigated or filed. The police ada got me free housing after I lost all my due to their mistake and we're sutti meet with me once a month and susp. #PoliceMisconduct #WrongfulArrest #Accountability #Copwatchchronicle #keeblerAImusic #AmazingAudits

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