On or around June 29, 2021
I went to the DMV to get my license renewed. It was just a couple days after the CDC suggested everyone lift any form of mask mandates; approximately one month after the discovery of the highly transmissible Delta variant.
The clerk (through plexiglass) said “Mask mandates are over!”; which doesn’t affect me, since I employ clinical mitigation technics to protect myself.
She gave me the information card, she told me to move around to the side to fill it out. I told her I couldn’t go inside because of the disease. See in that room the people where sitting shoulder to shoulder with no masks packed as tightly as possible.
I’m not really one to follow the CDC stuff; I tend to rely more upon the knowledge in my mind that I have accumulated over the years.
So, it was originated from my own mind that their behavior was extremely dangerous. That all of those people where exposing themselves to the most aggressive pathogen we have ever experienced on this planet. Let me be clear about something. This virus is practically alien; this virus can spread and mutate without the presence of humans. I myself have found examples of over 20 species that are infected. Chickens seem to be highly resistant. So really we don’t have any context for this; it is unprecedented. It is truly novel.
It has caused our lives to become incredibly complicated; even to perform simple tasks that we as a society have been doing smoothly for years. We need to stop looking in the rear view mirror; we need to take the steps to protect ourselves going forward. This will require clinical hygiene technics. It isn’t a matter of trying to deride people or belittling them.
Approximately 2 days after the CDC confusingly removed mask mandates; 1 month into the height of the first wave of Delta mutation scare. The security guard, who possibly could have held his station for years, charged to protect the people at the DMV and monitor for anything that may cause public danger.
He and I, during the publicly recognized moment of CDC confusion. He decided I should use another location and not be there and he and I fine leave.
I left the DMV and felt as though I had no recourse but contact the police to help me with the situation. I want to go home and get my phone. I went back to the DMV and called the police from my vehicle, then went into the foyer to wait for the police.
Upon having a look at the officer I had a bad feeling. His face was flushed and he was hyperventilating with beads of sweat on his forehead and wasn’t making eye contact. He seemed agitated and stressed and was looking at the floor and very animated as if his uniform was uncomfortable. He started to give me orders. I immediately felt as though I was no longer at liberty to terminate any line of question or leave. It was my believe that I was in custody and under interrogation.
I asked the officer repeatedly to give me a situational update, asking repeatedly; “Am I under arrest?”. The officer denied me situational awareness. This is a wartime technic employed by warriors in battle, known as subterfuge. So he hand cuffs on me and puts me against a wall. Then takes off down the hall. Leaving me and the other police officer in the lobby.
I guess at this point it appears custodial responsibility had been transferred to the other officer; who seemed to be fully aware, cognizant, and dressed quite well. We wandered down the hall, we conversed as gentlemen.
Once we got down the hall I saw officer, who was first to the scene, in the lobby of the shopping center just outside the DMV with the security company employee, and the DMV clerk. He then came over and I again asked “Am I under arrest?” He responded with “You are now.”
He then took my left arm at the tricep; which he was stilled cuffed behind my back from when he put them on me in the foyer, he then applied a forward and upward force. It was a force substantial enough that it would have dislocated the shoulder of a child or lighter build adult.
I was place in the car and taken down town. Hand cuffed to a bench in a room full of uniformed officers; all of which seemed to be dressed quite well, their uniforms fitting them.
I was taken by the first responding officer before Russell Walter Castro III, Manager on Duty at Kanawha County Court. I was told I could not have a public defender and that I would be placed in incarceration for a period of time that he decide, at some other time. He threatened to increase my bail to $50,000; which pleased him a lot, he began to smile and laugh. A moment I helpless terror fell over me; but then as quickly as it had arrived it was sucked away into eyes.
I was transported via animal enclosure to South Central Regional Jail. I was in processed and placed in a cell that had no cold water, and no lock on the door. After the first day they brought in two more people to be in the cell with me. One of which had lesions all over his body and seemed to be passed out on pills. The other guy was seemed nice; but he was in for brandishing. It was so crowded the humidity in the cell was nearly high enough to produce rain. I only had one of those little surgical coverings, the cheap paper ones they hand out at CVS. I luckily made it through the ordeal without experiencing the inevitable overloaded toilet.
During the bail reduction hearing I over heard Russell Walter Castro say the word “malicious” and point to a paper in front of him. His assistant then leaned over and penciled something onto the page in front of him. I went home, and eventually received a “Notice to Appear”; and upon which the original allegation of “Assault” had been changed to “Malicious Assault against a child near a school”.
The fear of having the protections of United States taken from me is the greatest fear I have in my life.
I was subjected to several days of terror in Kanawha County, West Virginia; the place where I was born and raised, by the people who are supposed to be my brothers and sisters.
