In the summer of 2012, I and a friend of mine were on the corner or 118th and Second Avenue around 11 pm, when all of a sudden a blue-and-white (marked unit) with three uniforms went past us and then backed up. The cops got out and asked if they could search us. As I didn’t have anything on me, I said OK, but little did I know that my friend had crack on his person. So when the cops found it on him, the sergeant said to me that I sold it to him—even with my friend telling them that I sold him nothing. The sergeant asked the other officers, “You saw a transaction, right?” and they all said yes. After that they put the cuffs on me and him and the sergeant patted me on my back and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve been doing this for a very long time, you’re being charged with a felony sale. I was like, “What!?” So to the station house I go. Then central booking. And then to see the judge. Then to find out that the DA declined prosecution because there was no proof of a sale at all, no money or drugs were found on me, so they let me go. This happens to me a lot, and I don’t think its right for cops to treat people this way.
Oct 15 2012 - 7:50pm