This morning I sat down to have breakfast, about five minutes later I heard, “Come out with your hands up. We will not hurt you. If you need help, we will help you. Come out with your hands up.” Someone repeatedly said the same thing over and over. I heard a dog bark, and I thought it was the perps playing a stupid game. But the person kept repeating “Come out with your hands up…” It sounded as if the sound was coming from outside my door. I walked over to the door and put my ear to the door. It definitely sounded as if someone was right outside my door. I got a little scared. Could it be the police right outside my door? But I hadn’t done anything and did not open the door. Again “Come out with your hands up…” Finally, I decided I had to open the door. I expected to have an officer at the front door. I opened the door. No one at the door. I walked over to the railing. What a scene!
There were about thirteen Metropolitan Las Vegas police cars, an ambulance, and a white car, parked all over the place. There were about four officers with guns aimed at apartment 105. They were all hiding behind a big tree, and behind them sat a German Shepard with his handler.
I stood by the railing for about two minutes and I heard an officer shut at me to go inside my apartment. I obeyed, but I left my door open so I could see what was going on. A minute later, a police office said, “Hey, shut that door!” I shut the door and went to my window to see what was happening.
The officer with the bullhorn kept repeating “Come out with your hands up…” Finally, a small man, Filipino, about 100 lbs. or less, came walking out of the apartment. The officer handcuffed him and made him sit on the ground.
The dog began barking and jumping at the man who came out of the apartment and seemed ready to attack him.
When I first heard someone say “Come out with your hands up,” I really thought it was me they were after. I expected to open the door and find a police office with a gun aimed at me.
At one time, I used to respect the police, but I no longer do. I’ve seen too many of them act like thugs, especially toward targets like me. Whatever respect I had for police officers, I’ve lost since becoming their target.
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