I was arrested on trumped-up (pun intended) charges in the Huntington Park City Council chambers.
Three different videos of the unjust incident will confirm that I had committed no crime. I did not disrupt the meeting. I was not in violation of public access or decorum lies.
In fact, Sergeant Joseph Settles had unjustly tattled on me, claiming that I was disrupting the back of the room, when two people behind me were cursing at me or shining a light in my face. They were the individuals deliberately disrupting the meeting for everyone else.
Here are three videos portraying exactly what happened on that June 6th evening.
First, there is my Facebook Live video:
Here is Grindall61's video:
Here's the video from We the People Rising:
OK, now that the obvious has been taken care of ...
I have to admit ... I wondered if I had taken my stance too far. Was it really worth the trouble of not giving up my seat? The police officers in the Huntington Park City Council chambers had been used to following and dictating clear orders to the members of the audience, and expected everyone, including myself, to get up and leave. In November 2016, I was very reluctant to leave after I called out the selective enforcement of then mayor Graciela Ortiz.
But to no avail.
Yes indeed while sitting in my chair, I was thinking of Rosa Parks. After a long day of work, she was tired, and she was tired of disrespect. Everyone of us has our breaking point. For Mrs. Parks, it was the unjust, unfounded inconvenience of having to give up her seat at the front of the bus.
For me, it was the repeated disregard and abuse of our First Amendment rights in a city which has prized illegal aliens ahead of law-abiding citizens, a city which embraces lawlessness and ignores our Constitution and the rule of law, all while opening their corrupt city council meetings with invocations and pledges.
I had had enough. The Brown Supremacist with the ubiquitous Dodgers cap deliberately lied about me and even bragged about it as I was escorted out of the city council chambers in hand cuffs. The Latino media and the Brown Supremacist groups which have poured into these city council meetings have sought to shame, silence, or at least slow down freedom-loving, law-abiding patriots in our country.
|His man lied and induced my false removal and arrest|
at the Huntington Park City Council Meeting
We will no longer be treated like the barbarians at our own gates. We are taking back our country, and we are taking down the unruly, hateful, bigoted mobs who justify themselves with more pandering to the amnesty, La Raza, Mexica frauds in our midst.
The treason stops today, and I decided that if the Huntington Park city council and police department were going to violate my rights, then they should be put on full display for their crimes. It's time for law-abiding citizens to lay siege to the conquered cities and restore them to American sovereignty.
Yes, I felt like Rosa Parks that evening. The liberal Jewish man who had lied about me and claimed that there was alcohol on my breath left and shamed me about that comparison. One week later, I would confront him, only to see the true, secular coward that he was, chronically turning his head left and right, and right next to his son.
Rosa Parks refused to comply with an unjust law--I refused to comply with an unjust order based on an unlawful ruling. Cities are for citizens, and no one can take that away. No one in this country should be ashamed of being an American and exercising their rights. When I was in high schoo, I watched a one-woman show about Rosa Parks and her courageous refusal to give up her front seat on the bus.
So, Sergeant Settles with Officer Saul Duran placed me under arrest and I was escorted out of the chambers, down the back steps. I asked for the names and the badge numbers of both police officers who were leading me to the holding cell. Just like any person taken into custody, I stood by as the police officers removed the contents in my pocket, my necktie, and my belt--this is standard procedure so that incarcerated individuals do not attempt to take their lives.
When I had final sat down, I noticed the other prisoner down on the other side of the metallic bench in the holding cell. He was drunk, and pretty much slept the entire time.
I was safe, for the most part, in spite of all the setbacks and unjust behavior from the Huntington Park police department and the corrupt city council. They had gone too far. Still, for a little while, I wondered if I had gone to far.
Then I remembered Paul and Silas, and Peter. They apostles in the book of Acts had fought for the truth and for liberty. They had endured stripes and beatings. Instead of bemoaning their fate, they sang songs! For me, I meditated on key scriptures. No matter what may be happening around me, even if there are dire consequences for my bad decisions, I know that I can trust in God and keep receiving the twin gifts of righteousness and grace (Romans 5:!7) to reign in life.
Jesus did not die on a Cross so that men and women who trust in Him would feel that they are in bondage. Here's one verse that I found particularly enlightening when I meditated on it:
"Surely goodness and mercy will follow me, all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.: (Psalm 23:6)
The House of the Lord is not limited to a building in Jerusalem. His house is no everywhere, because I cannot be separated from Him:
"Thus saith the LORD, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and where is the place of my rest?" (Isaiah 66:1)
"Howbeit the most High dwelleth not in temples made with hands; as saith the prophet,
49Heaven is my throne, and earth is my footstool: what house will ye build me? saith the Lord: or what is the place of my rest?" (Acts 7: 48-49)
Even this verse brings great comfort:
9If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me." (Psalm 139: 9-10)
So I cannot be separated from Him who is my peace, even if I am in a jail cell.
After the initial booking, Officer Benitez conducted the fingerprinting and took my booking photos. I thought of Tom DeLay, the former Majority Leader who was unjustly indicted in 2005, then vindicated ten years later. I also remembered that Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr. and others had been put through the same "incriminating" process before, only because they were fighting for what is right.
What did I have to worry about or feel ashamed of? After the photos were taken, I thought about getting a copy and making shirts. After all, that's what former Governor Rick Perry did after the false indictment against him, right?
Then I went to the jail cell. I rested there for about two hours. I was meditating on key Scriptures. The drunk guy who had booked before me slept the entire time. I noticed on the phone in the middle of the wall that prisoners could call Mexico or the United States! Unreal!
I had no idea what to expect. Was there going to be bail set for me? Would I have to go to county jail? Would I have to put on prison clothes? It's amazing the tricks that our minds can play on us. After the two hour mark, the officer on staff gave me all the things confiscated from me and released me through the back door of the jail.
I didn't expect to be released like this so soon. Then again, with Prop 47 and AB 109 determining that fewer and fewer people can stay in county jails and state prisons, it all kind of made sense. I committed no crime to begin with, and even then it was the slightest of charges. Two misdemeanors: refusing to obey a "lawful" order and disrupting a meeting.
As soon as I could, I sat down at the bench underneath the steps, I saw Vaughn Becht and then the rest of We the People Rising arrive to help me. They had been waiting in the parking lot, hoping for my release.
They were even ready to raise up the bail money for me--if needed.
I cannot think the men and women, the fellow patriots of Southern California who stood with me and assisted me in that dire time of need.
While I was looking over my returned effects, I noticed that my phone was missing. Within second, I went over the Huntington Park Police lobby. I learned that they were holding onto my phone as evidence. Evidence of what?
Probably any evidence that would corroborate the fact that the city council and police had no right to remove me from the city council chambers. The next day, I got my phone back, and over the next two days police, retired and acting, informed me that the Huntington Park Police Department had no right to hold onto my phone in the first place. They had no probable cause for a warrant in the first place! I am sure that judge probably laughed in their faces and kicked away the request without a second thought!
I wonder how the DA will feel when the ridiculous charges cross his desk?!