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A few weeks ago, our occasional investigative reporter Igmar Rodas was held at gunpoint and briefly arrested by Santa Ana police, as he was on his way to his security job. We’re publishing this under his name, although he prefers I present this as an interview between me (Vern) and him:
V: So, WTF?
I: I know, huh. It was a little before 9pm on March 26, and I had just driven up to my home, in a mobile home park near First and Fairview. I had to change into my uniform, to go to work that night…
V: Work? What sort of job?
I: I do security. This was my first night at a new place, I was going to be doing security at a bar in Downtown Fullerton…
V: What’s your uniform like?
I: Black teeshirt and pants, a bulletproof vest that says “SECURITY” on it, and a bodycam. So, as I walked to my car I heard four gunshots that sounded not too far away. It’s Santa Ana, so I didn’t think much of it, and I went in and changed.
V: Ugh.
I: Yeah. Then I heard what might have been two more gunshots, but more muffled. It could have been farther away, or it could have even been fireworks. I got back in my car, and backed up about 10 feet, before I noticed my path was blocked by a dark car with its door opened. I leaned out the window to tell them to move the fuck away, and then I saw it was the Santa Ana Police. They flipped on their bright spotlights, and two policemen immediately pointed their rifles at me and told me to get out of the car.
V: Oh shit.
I: That’s EXACTLY what I said. I was actually still on the phone with my girlfriend at that moment, and I thought – if they see this phone in my hand they’re going to think it’s a gun, or pretend they think that. So I SLOWLY set the phone down on the dashboard… and I looked down at my bodycam. I really wanted to flip it on, but I knew that could get me killed too. I slowly got out, and when they saw I had a bulletproof vest on, they both raised their rifles to my head.
V: Sounds like they were ready to kill you.
I: That’s what they do. I waited for their commands. I could feel their tension, like they really felt like shooting me. They told me to start walking toward them, which I did, then they grabbed me roughly and handcuffed me, leaned me up against their SUV and patted me down. They had their bodycams on, but I noticed when THEY noticed MY bodycam, and I think they thought it was on even though it wasn’t.
V: They couldn’t tell huh?
I: No, but their demeanor changed a little when they thought I was filming them. The only thing they said to me or asked me after that was if I’d heard any gunshots. But even that was illegal, to ask me anything, because I was now technically under arrest, since I’d been cuffed. Then they went farther and searched my car.
V: Without your permission?
I: That’s right, a 4th amendment violation. Of course they didn’t find anything. Then they just told me to go. No apologies, no explanations.
V: Did you make it to work?
I: Yeah, fifty minutes late. I told my boss what happened, send him photos, he was cool about it.
V: You ever find out about those gunshots?
I: Yeah, there was a short Register story about it. A resident named Alfonso Jasso had shot another resident, Jose Luis Solis. They’d been fighting with each other a while. Just a month before, Alfonso told Jose he was gonna kill him.
V: Ha. When someone tells ME they’re gonna kill me, I usually don’t worry too much, I figure they’re just letting off steam.
I: Nah, this guy was serious. He shot him in the back, I don’t know how many times. Then when a couple of female witnesses tried to help the victim, he shot toward them to scare them off. THEN he went up close to Jose and shot him point blank, twice, in the back of the head. Those were the two muffled shots I’d heard while I was getting dressed. Meanwhile, right before the cops got there, Alfonso got into his small blue car and drove himself to the police station to turn himself in. I’m not sure, but the two cops who held me at gunpoint probably didn’t know that – it all happened around the same time.
V: I see the Register doesn’t mention any of that. I guess, because the police didn’t mention it. Pretty much that’s what you get from most papers, a police press release.
I: Well, the SAPD tango’d with the wrong guy. Last time they tried, it cost them their bicycle license city ordinance they’d had since the 70s, to use against poor minorities and the homeless in Santa Ana.
V: Police and other authorities should be careful who they go after, cuz you never know who could be an Orange Juice Blogger – we come in all shapes and colors!
I: PALABRA.
- Igmar triumphs in SA bike license skirmish
- Igmar battles fraudulent Anaheim street-sweeping tickets
- Igmar’s 2016 report from the Courtyard homeless shelter.
Not to totally hijack the thread, but why does a bar in Fullerton need security officers with bullet proof vests and body cams?
Seems like that would only be needed in a situation that’s clearly a public nuisance.
Well, they hire security, Igmar needs a job, and he does security.
But also, BINGO. Downtown Fullerton is a public nuisance, as you and many Fullerton residents have been saying for a decade.
Meanwhile, on his way home at 2am this morning, 12 hours after this story came out, Igmar was pulled over for no reason, on the freeway, by two Santa Ana cops who wouldn’t identify themselves, but left him alone when they saw he was recording.
https://www.facebook.com/The.Solitary.One/videos/1637537763106060/?notif_id=1619170356763766¬if_t=mention&ref=notif
Link broken bro.
Works for me. I’ll have to see if Igmar set it on some kinda private setting. He shouldn’t have.
Does this work? (Without the extra nonsense at the end) https://www.facebook.com/The.Solitary.One/videos/1637537763106060/
“Pretty much that’s what you get from most papers, a police press release.”
That’s what you get from ALL papers. The cops are Heroes. Don’t you watch the news?
“Cream said it back in 1966 – “Strange Brew…kill what’s inside you!”
Since Trump the world has bone retro….no doubt.
Thank you for sharing. You presented no threat yet their training and stress hormones made you one. I’m glad you lived to tell this story.