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In 1996 I was at a friend's house in a oceanside community in Rhode Island. My buddy used to sell small quantities to friends we knew in our area. One of the people he dealt to apparently got into some legal trouble, and ended up agreeing to pass some marked bills to my buddy. Working in conjunction with a special drug task force, and marked bills in hand, this guy bought a 1/4 ounce from my buddy, and brought it back to the cops waiting in a parking lot down the road.
I brought a 1/4 ounce of my own to my buddies to smoke him up. I asked him for a paper. His 18-year-old nephew was living there at the time, and the three of us looked forward to a puff. Suddenly, the task force busted in the door, weapons drawn, yelling at us to get down. I got on my stomach, cheek against the floor and head turned to the right, and my buddy's nephew got on his stomach to my right. We were both spread-eagle, but my buddy's nephew had his head up and was looking right and left. The cop behind him was screaming, "Get down! Get down!" In the confusion, my buddy's nephew figured he was down. How much further down can you get than spread eagle on your stomach?
Well, the cop meant he wanted the nephew's head down, but in the confusion the nephew just didn't understand that. The cop proceeded to kick him in the back of his head, pushing his face directly into the floor. The Nephew screamed, "My tooth!" and I watched as he spit his front tooth out onto the floor. After the initial raid, they let us get up and sit on the couch. They kept saying things like, "Are you sucking his dick? Is he sucking your dick? You guys like to suck dick, don't you? You're all faggot friends, aren't you?" I'll never forget that. They took my buddy in the extra bedroom for a strip search where they began humiliating him. They remarked about the size of his penis, and cracked jokes about his body.
Well, they found the 1/4 in my pocket. My buddy, absolutely shaken after the violence of the raid and the humiliation of the strip search, signed a release to allow the cops to search his car, because they didn't find his weed in the house. Sure enough, they found his stash. We were both cuffed and stuffed. His nephew was not arrested.
We were taken to jail, we were never read our rights, and we were never allowed a phone call all night long. The next day we were scheduled to be transported to court first thing in the morning. Well, it didn't happen. For whatever reason, I was stuck in a separate room from my buddy, who was left in the cell, and I was handcuffed to a bench with metal eyelets for such a purpose. There wasn't a cop to be seen in the whole place for hours. I had to use a bathroom, but was forced to hold it for almost three hours because I was handcuffed to that bench, and there was no one there to let me out of the cuff to use the bathroom. I nearly went on the floor, but I figured that wouldn't bode well for me.
I plead nolo contendre, paid a fine, donated to the victim's fund, paid court costs, and the case was filed for one year. If I was good for a year, the charge would be wiped from my record. I was. I have since found out that the case still stands on my record. Afterward, we learned that the cops had stolen the nephew's tooth. It was nowhere to be found. In their report, they said there was a struggle. That was to cover their asses for the tooth. No one struggled. We were compliant every step of the way. I only wish I had the resources to do something about what happened to me. Years later, that task force had been found guilty of many instances of wrongdoing. If only the people knew how wrong their doing really was.
I lost all respect for cops that day.