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Anita my "legal problems" will be over before you know
it. Karen Emerson is where I was nearly 3 years ago. I
grew up and Redding, but had lived in Anderson and
Cottonwood areas for sometime. Then I moved back to
the family home to become mom's caretaker. We had a
neighbor at the end of her street running a 7-11 style
24-7 drug sales operation. For a couple of years I
watched these people conduct business without boundaries.
That ended the day I found someone's used needles
thrown from a customer's car into mom's yard. Then I
got involved. The women running the home had a small
children and moved out quickly when I told her WE were
about to go to war and she and her friends might be
at a disadvantage unless they too had severed in one.
(yes, I know, with an up and coming trial I have no
business discussing this here and now) But I think it's
important that you, and others understand the cost and
the games and politics being played with your neighbor-
hoods and your communities safety and security by the
local police chief and some of Redding Police Departments
union members.
As one of the very first to speak to the Shasta County
Board of Supervisors about the need for a local citizen's
police review board. As one of the first, (if not the
first, to speak of the need for personal cameras to
be supplied to all County and City law enforcement, as
one of the first to run a successful (2 1/2 year Citizen's
Neighborhood Safety Patrol when asked to volunteer by
my local homeowners association). I was able to see trends
in local law enforcement, such as response times and
even no response to my calls were fairly common. The
local druggies who ran the 5 neighborhood drug houses
would call the police, tell them there was a fellow
pretending to be a cop parked at the entrance to our
subdivision and then watch as officer came to shake
me down. My life was threatened multiple times, druggies
came to mom's house just to remind us, -
So some officers who actually did come to our area thought my
patrols were, or should be illegal. Others commented they wish
they had a dozen volunteers like me around town. It became fairly
easy, after a while, to identify the good neighbors and the good
officers that supported my GOD given and my sworn right, taken
when I joined our military (but never un-taken) from the bad ones,
who felt threatened by a meir citizen, helping to defend and
protect his loved ones, his home and the homes of others who requested
my help.
The day I filed for a city license for Nextdoor Citizens Safety
Patrol was the day the powers that be decided My "safety" patrol
and I needed to be taken down a notch. On a false complaint, filed
by a neighbor in a adjoining subdivision, where I patrolled by
invitation, I was arrested by what I believe was a loyal RPD Union
member, looking for advancement, in what is hoped to become an
ever expanding police force, one that a recent study suggested
that our community safety was not a result of lack of numbers
but rather how those numbers were being deployed. So be it. If
the word JUSTICE imprinted on the front of the John Balma Justice
Center means anything at all, I will certainly be found not
guilty of all charges, because I am certainly not guilty of any
of the false charges made against me. My actual statement to
the arresting officer was short when I realized early on what
team he was playing for. So much of the balance of his report
was produced by him, not me. I was then jailed with needed meds
related to my 8 agent orange vascular operations and procedures,
and forced to bail out $10,000 dollars where druggies are allowed
to leave on their own O.R. I got the message. Believe me.
When I started the patrol there were no Neighborhood Watch support
from RPD. The support for this very effective tool is hollow as
the local union would like to see more gun toting $150,000 a year
officers out there.
Sad -
As I sit here on my deck watching car after car run our four-way
stop sign into our subdivision, healing from the side effects of
my last 8th agent orange proceedure I promise my neighbors as soon
as my health and my legal expenses and trial is over to return to
active volunteer duty again. Hopefully by then, more of you will be
ready to step up and protect the things you love and care about.
Even $10 million given to RPD a year and 50 new officers cannot do
that for you. They know it, but your safety and security is not at
the top of their list, at least not at the top of many rank and file
members. If they really were willing to be held accountable for their
actions they would have added personal cameras a couple of years ago. -
All I know is these 5 local drug houses thrived on their watch
and four of the five were forced out of business on mine. In
defense of those hard working, honest, god fearing officers
out there risking their lives for us all everyday, I give Kudos
to the officer who called me recently and said, "we are going
to see what we can do about that fifth drug house Mr Boek.
My comment was God Bless You Sir.
I, Redding Blogspot Blogger Earl Allen Boek grew up on the streets of Redding in the mid-fifties. Since my parents were divorced and mom worked days at Rexall Pharmacy and Fountain, while Grandma Mini and Grandfather Fred Markgraf watched my sister and brother and my blind uncle Larry, while running The Redding Roofing Company, At the ripe old age of 7, I was able to experience growing up in Redding like no other.
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