Tedram, I'm feeling you. I held law enforcement officers in the highest regard until 10 days ago. I felt if I were doing nothing wrong and I treated them with respect, all would work out well. A certain libertarian friend always told me I was a Pollyanna, but I maintained that I wouldn't succumb to his dystopian view of the world. He said I'm still 9 years old, with the nice officer visiting my school, and I can't say he was wrong.
But now I have multiple dogs in this melee of my mind. I won't choose a political side, because I don't have one. And I can't choose a law enforcement side, though I had a strongly positive one 10 days ago.
I'd like to openly relate my embarassing experience, because I've been rolling over and over in it, and relating it might be cathartic. And maybe helpful to those crossing the US Border Zone.
But first this--police aren't pigs. I'm an anthropologist, and dehumanizing groups of others into animal form is as old a form of tribalism as there is. With apologies to DMAC, such usage is an incipient form of hooliganism (kinda fun, frankly), ethnocentrism, racism, and much, much worse. It's natural in the raw, but civilized society requires that we rise above the raw. Even humanistic atheists would call dehumanization of groups dangerous.
OK, before the cautionary tale, some background. I'm an archaeologist and the owner of a little archaeological consulting firm. Wife, daughter, stepson. Funlover, but law-abider. No better or worse than any other good citizen. 45 years old and not at all jaded by life or terribly so by government. Social liberal, fiscal conservative. Love travel, love Mexico, new owner in Las Conchas.
On the Circus Mexicus weekend, we had kids and a slew of good friends at our house. Beach trips, music, ton of laughs, ton of fun, all safe. I had to split to a biz meeting to my New Mexico office on Monday, though, so split I did as everyone else slept. Was stopped in Sonoyta, paid a mordida, and kept going. Stopped at the border and detained and searched. Then stopped 10 miles north by an oddly well-armed cadre of 3 Pima County Sheriff officers in 3 separate trucks.
License, reg, insurance out the window. Stepped out as they requested. Politely granted them search privileges. They asked me to walk a line. Gave me a breathilyzer. Senior guy told me, "Mr. Motsinger, you are twice the legal limit." I was aghast. I said, "I"m not sure how that could be. I haven't been drinking." He asked, "Were you drinking this weekend?" I said, "Yes, but that was yesterday. I guess somehow I've still got too much in me." One of the other officers said, "Yeah, that can accumulate for a long time." I said, "Whatever you have to do, officer, go ahead." I figured I was somehow an unwitting DUI, and was fully willing to just be taken off the road and charged. I asked to see the breathilyzer because I still couldn't believe it. He jerked it away as I leaned toward it. He said he wouldn't show it because it wasn't admissable. So I said, "OK, let's just get to the blood test. Please administer it."
He wouldn't, which I thought was strange if I really were twice the legal limit at 10:00 am on a Monday. He told me they'd found 4 open beer bottles, so they knew I'd been drinking. I was puzzled, but there they laid them on the Sonoran sand below me. I asked, "Where were those? In the back? They're empty bottles." He told me it doesn't matter, they're open containers. I looked at them and said, "Those are trash from our beach time yesterday. They were back in the third row, weren't they?"
He told me I was being uncooperative and that he really wanted to let me go, but I'd have to stop being this way or they wouldn't. Puzzled, I told him I'd be happy to tell him anything he wanted if I could just get on my way since I hadn't done anything wrong. The three of them conferred outside my earshot. Then the guy who appeared to be the junior one handcuffed me and Mirandized me. Led me into his patrol truck. And transported me to Ajo. Along the way, we chatted and he said that the sergeant had decided I had been uncooperative and the had to charge me. It wouldn't be long...just a few minutes to an hour before I was on my way. I spent the next 25 hours in the jail.
Some stories to be told in there, but I'll just abbreviate by saying that if my mother had gotten a one-day report card, it might have read, "Thomas just doesn't look like he fits in with the other students. Could you send him to school tomorrow more inarticulate and physically scraggled out?" I wasn't beligerent at all...I just really, really didn't fit in. Finally got a hearing with the judge the next day. Chained, shackle...yet resplendent in orange and chrome!
The judge offered me the minimum sentence of $255 fine if I pled guilty to a Class 2 Misdemeanor open container violation for the empty 4 bottles. Or I could fight it and face what she made clear was a maximum sentence of 4 months and $750.
If a lot of you forum-istas are like me, you're thinking, "Oh, you've gotta fight that, dude!" Truth is, I'd be a horrible POW. I'd have done anything to just get out of there and have no chance of ever going back. So I caved, pled guilty, and within an hour I was hitchhiking back to retrieve my truck and get back to my wife and kids in Penasco. All business appointments for the week canceled.
So no judgements here, no political slant, and this time no jokes. I don't even have a moral for any of you traveling the U.S. Border Zone. There's just one law enforcement/judiciary experience for you to consider.