Cleveland SWAT Berzerkistan Blues


Cleveland poet and Facebook friend John Burroughs has just posted a link to his wall of a horrendous killing in a Cleveland parking lot, where someone shot a parking lot attendant to death over a space. As if this wasn’t bad enough, along comes a commenter,  Liz Dean Miller, with an account of another, personal, experience just as harrowing as the park-and-shoot narrative, but with a scary twist. I have reproduced it here, verbatim

this is just the beginning….we are going to Cleveland to see Frankie Vali and the 4 Seasons at CPH…I am not looking forward to parking…But we were also sitting in our home, in our safe space, when we were terrorized, by Lorain County Swat, Cleveland Police, and Detectives….thanks to an ex-wifes Uncle who was very careless in reporting that my friend was a “armed robber” he saw on T.V. I am still terrified, I still have nightmares, i can look down on my chest and still see the infra-red lights, I can still feel the cold on my face and body, being forced down on my front porch wearing nothing but a flannel night gown, having my wrists handcuffed so tight I cried, this was on a dark cold night in December, and looking at my friend lying next to be in the same predicament, hearing the SWAT team running through the house, making sure the house was CLEAR..I can still hear those words……CLEAR…CLEAR….and then hearing HOUSE SECURED….it was secure….but not now…no-one is safe anymore…..no one….sitting helplessly on the couch handcuffed behind your back and having Cleveland Cops demean you and your best friend, terrorize the dogs, and sitting and watching and hearing your whole house being turned upside down, hearing dishes break and mattresses flipped off the beds, and these men laughing..and watching your best friend being taken away ………now try sleeping…jumping at every sound…and when you do fall asleep, the dreams are of an everyday occurance turning into your boss, best friend, neighbor being dressed in BLACK gear, pointing a gun at you, this is fear that is allowed in a free country….and let’s not talk about the expense…..of this mistaken identity…over $30,000.00…and this doesn’t include the medical expenses for wrist surgery, therapy, physical and mental….and does it make it better to talk about it….I don;t know..It is hard to hold it in side…the heaviness on the chest, and then it is hard to talk about it because the heart starts fluttering, the breathing becomes harder, the pain in the chest tightens….the fingers tingle….and tell me how I am supposed to survive???????????????????
A few more comments follow, including the information in answer to my question: “Was your friend sought by the police because he was guilty of the crime charged to him?”. The answer, “the armed robber is still at large….”. Energized, I hope, by the outpouring of sympathy, interest  and consternation, Ms. Miller continues:
I forgot to mention when they came to the house….I thought at first they were here to protect us that maybe there was danger in the neighborhood….little did I know we were the DANGEROUS ones….they didn’t even have the picture of the robber, they had my friend’s Driver’s license picture…of course it was him….and then they threatened to arrest me if they found a gun in our house….which we don’t have….I heard them laughing in the kitchen…I think we found it…It was my Christmas cookie super shooter cookie maker….we kept asking them what was wrong, and why were they here???The one cop said…Your friend robbed a bank,a submarine, and a brinks truck….and then he called us low lifes and that he wasn’t used to dealing with scum like us, that he was a vice cop and deals with prostitutes and drug dealers, not low lifes and how we lived in such a shit hole…I kept telling them they were making a mistake, that my friend goes no where without me.  He suffers from major depression, is in treatment for it and also is agoraphobic…well they said we need to arrest you then also.  they had all of our windows open, for the neighbors to see everything and also had all the lights on, the house surrounded by police…and the two of us sitting helplessly on the couch humiliated…I begged them to treat us with respect…and our City police officer who was a witness for them even said, can you release her, her brother is a policeman and he said..CALL HIM…for over 2 hours we still didn’t know why they were in our house…they found a hat on the table that came in the mail that day and they said we found the hat…oh yeah and the receipt for it that was on the table disappeared….also a brown leather jacket of Marks.they also took all the gloves we owned and sunglasses 2 pair were from the 3D movie…also they threw the no=knock search warrent at me after they took Mark into custody.  I was still handcuffed and couldnt read it.  I begged the detective to please take the cuffs off that I had no feeling in my hands….they finally let me stand up and they took them off and saw how purple they were and told me to shake them, shake them hard, after the color started coming back they told me to sit down and put my hands in fornt of me and they rehandcuffed me…I told them again you made a mistake…and the Cop said..well then get yourself a fancy expensive lawyer and sue us if we are wrong…WELL GUESS WHAT..we can’t sue the police, or the judge that gave the no=knock search warrent because they all have IMMUNITY….they were doing their job..They got the information from someone watching t.v. and thought it was his nieces ex=husband he hadn’t seen in 15 years..so the detectives took the surveillence video to Marks work place where he hadn’t worked in 5 years, and asked different people if they knew him and watch this video and tell us if it is him….the robber had his coat pulled up to his chin a big pair of sunglasses on and a black stocking cap pulled down over his eyebrows…he also was identified as 6 feet…Mark is 6 foot 4….the getaway car was a small dark foreign car…our car is a RED CONVERSION dodge ram van with KIDROCK license plates…which by the way they apprehended it and kept it for over a month….the back filled with Christmas presents…they were looking for bullet holes since someone from the store shot at the robber,,,and hit the car….,well I know I am rambling…but then when they took Mark to jail, he asked if he could please change his clothes since he had his pajamas on and they made him strip in the living room in front of the opened windows and in front of all the cops and me…they finally uncuffed me after they took him out the door…I pleaded that they let him have his medication….they wouldn’t….after he left I fell to the floor curled up in fetal postion and cried and rocked back and forth….my brother the cop called me and said LIZ THEY HAVe proof THEY HAVE VIDEOS OF YOUR VAN LEAVING THE SCENE AND PICTURES OF MARK AND YOU JUST DON’T KNOW what people are really like…here he knew about it because he had a courtesy call from a swat team member..I cried and said..It is not Mark, It is not Mark I KNOW…then my dad called and wanted to come over and stay with me, but he was sick from his CHEMO and I told him I would be ok..i wasn’t and I am not….Mark spent 5 days in Jail. I had to post a 50,000 dollar bond….5,000 NON REFUNDABLE…THEY (sic)
Backtracking to fill in what she felt were blanks in the narrative, she adds:
there was a knock at our door late one evening and I saw bright lights on the porch and it was channel 19 news….i GUESS they expected me to not open the door and let them in,,,Mark was lying down on the couch and the reporter walked in and he even realized Mark was not the robber…still at that time we did not know what or where the robbery was, the reporter told us it was at a WEST SIDE BEVERAGE STORE in Cleveland….and it happened on Dec. 1st….around 5;30…WELL on that day we were with our mechanic picking up our car he was fixing..We had phone records and computer records as our ALIBI…but no one asked us where we were the night of the robbery…they went on heresay…..
And:
PLEASE pray for us…we are really messed up from this…we are still being shunned by people that don;t know the truth there never was a retraction in the paper….The victims were face to face with Mark in the court room and when they were asked if the robber was in the room they [both said NO…. [PAUSE]  I wonder how many innocent people have been wronged?? And does anyone care how this messed us up???? Mentally, and financially….and what a set back MArk had ….with his disability….he had been going to therapy for over 5 years for his depression and he regressed.I am being treated for PTSD …and do the Cleveland Police or the Grand Jury or the Prosecutors or the Judge that signed the Search Warrent , or the accusers care?????????????????????? [pause]  Oh and one more thing….if the cops would have done their homework, they would have known about the alibi, also that Mark had applied for Social Security Disability and that morning of the robbery…His back Social Security of 13,000 dollars was deposited….So he is going to go 40 miles to Cleveland and rob a mom and pop beverage store for $80 that evening of December 1st…..
There is not a lot more to say, so I’ll wrap it up with my comment from the Facebook thread, after the second block quote above:
It’s okay, Honey, you ramble on. If this isn’t fiction, it’s horrendous and should be aired as widely as a social network is capable of accomplishing. If it is fiction, it’s damn good fiction. It’s a cliche, I know, but it would be a challenge to make this up (easy enough to imagine, though, I guess). I’ll call everyone’s attention to it, and we’ll let the fiction editors and personal injury lawyers sort out the pieces.
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2 responses to “Cleveland SWAT Berzerkistan Blues

  1. Somebody ought to get the story in an interview on video, and then put the video on Youtube.

  2. Thanks for putting this post up, Jack.

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