"I always
thought police were nothing but good and were there to protect people,"
testifies Elizabeth Polak, a registered nurse from Phoenix. Her
view of the State’s enforcement caste changed dramatically as a
result of what she witnessed in Denver on the evening of March 25,
2008.
Polak, returning
to her apartment following her daily jog, saw a man and a woman
having an unremarkable conversation near the entrance to the building.
Two police officers appeared – a development always pregnant
with trouble – and approached the couple. From a distance of about
100 feet, Polak saw the officers stride purposefully toward the
man, who was later identified as James Moore.
"The officers
did not stop and have a conversation with Mr. Moore," she later
recounted in a sworn affidavit. "The officers walked up to
him and instantaneously punched Mr. Moore. Prior to being punched,
there was no resistance or non-cooperation on his part. Mr. Moore
was not given the chance to comply with any orders, if any were
given. It appeared that the police were on a mission to walk up
to Mr. Moore and punch him."
Shocked and
terrified by the assault on Moore, his girlfriend, Julie Gomez,
repeatedly exclaimed: "You have the wrong people!" Moore,
who had been knocked to the ground, did what he could to avoid or
deflect the blows directed at him by the assailants.
The attack
on Moore "appeared to be completely unprovoked and at no time
was Mr. Moore fighting back," Polak – who has never spoken
with the victim – related in her affidavit. "At no time did
Mr. Moore try to attack an officer. At no time did Mr. Moore try
to reach for an officer’s weapon. Mr. Moore was surprisingly calm."
"I did
try to stay calm," Moore, a Special Forces combat veteran,
recalled to Pro Libertate. "I just tried to assure myself
that the beating would eventually stop, and I just had to endure
it patiently. But it didn’t stop."
The assailants,
Officers Shawn Miller and John Robledo of the Denver Police Department,
had been summoned to the apartment building by a noise complaint
from a neighbor. Moore, who has been diagnosed with Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder, had experienced a somewhat tumultuous breakdown
upon learning of a friend’s death in Afghanistan. (After retiring
from the military, Moore became an unabashed opponent of the Empire.)
After deciding a change of scenery was in order, Moore and his girlfriend
called a cab and went outside to wait. An hour later, the cops arrived.
"We were
waiting outside the building, when I suddenly hear pounding and
rushing footsteps then next thing you know Miller is in my face
shouting, 'Get your hands out of your pockets! Show me some ID!’"
Moore told Pro Libertate. "I said, 'Why? What's going
on?' and I was almost simultaneously knocked to the ground before
I could finish." Once the beating began, Moore tried to identify
himself and point out he was a disabled Vet but this availed
him nothing.
Moore hit the
ground hard – and went very still. Moore recalled that there was
a sudden, brief pause in the assault after blood gushed from his
face onto the sidewalk.
"It seems
to me that they knew at that point they’d screwed up," he said.
"It was as if, after a second or two, they decided to make
it look as if I had been resisting arrest – which meant that they
had to use a great deal of 'necessary force’ to subdue me."
Robledo immediately hog-tied Moore, binding his wrists and ankles
in a restraint device while Miller continued the assault. When Miller’s
hands grew weary and his knuckles became sore, he extracted a small
club and began hitting the victim in the neck and head.
"I stood
in terror watching the beating for about 7-10 minutes," Polak
attested. The attack lasted long enough for the young woman to enter
her apartment and get to a window.
During that
time, the assailants seeking to sustain the fiction that they
were subduing a dangerous, violent criminal called for "backup."
A thugscrum of about ten officers quickly congealed at the scene.
As many as a half-dozen of them helped restrain the unresisting
Moore, who was already hog-tied and remained conscious for roughly
half of the amount of time described by Polak.
"Every time
I tried to say something, they raised my leg higher into the air
behind my back, causing my diaphragm to push into my lungs to shut
off my air supply," Moore pointed out. "I could not breathe out,
much less breathe in." Even though he was helpless, hog-tied, face-down
on the concrete, and suffocating, the police continued to beat him
unstintingly while chanting the familiar refrain of the rapist:
"Stop resisting! Stop resisting!"
"From
the windows inside the complex, I saw Mr. Moore lying lifeless in
his own blood," Polak narrates. "Officers were still on
top of him striking him with their fists. He was not moving and
did not look like he was breathing. His face looked caved in."
Eventually
one of the officers – obviously the brightest of a very dim lot
– noticed that
Moore appeared
to be dead, and began to administer CPR. An ambulance pulled up
shortly thereafter and Moore’s apparently lifeless body was taken
to the hospital.
At one point,
that body was literally lifeless, in a clinical sense: Moore
"flatlined" on the sidewalk and had to be medically
revived by the EMTs. Polak, looking at Moore from a distance with
the eyes of an RN, couldn’t tell if the victim had survived: "I
called my mom and asked if she would call the police to inquire
whether Mr. Moore was alive or dead."
It’s doubtful
that Denver’s, ahem, Finest would have cared much about the
fate of a mere Mundane like James Moore. The officer who led the
unprovoked assault certainly wasn’t troubled by what he had just
done.
"After
the ambulance left, a fireman used a fire hose to wash the blood
off the sidewalk," Polak notes. I also noticed that the same
officer that was beating him with the club was wiping Mr. Moore’s
blood off of his club."
That officer’s
name, once again, is Shawn Miller. Two days before he committed
what was very nearly an act of aggravated homicide against James
Moore,he and his partner severely beat a pedestrian named Jason
Graber, leaving him with a broken knee and a permanent disability.
Concerned that
Miller’s reckless driving was putting pedestrians at risk, Graber
gestured for the officer to slow down. This constituted the unforgivable
offense called "contempt of cop" – and Graber was brutalized
as an act of "street justice."
During a November
2010 incident in a secure apartment building, Miller cursed at,
browbeat, threatened, battered, and abducted a disabled woman named
Doreen Salazar because of her perceived tardiness in buzzing him
and his partner into the residential area. Salazar, who had been
advised by the apartment managers never to grant access to anyone
she didn’t know, and who had difficulty identifying the officers
as police, paused for perhaps a second or two before letting them
in. It’s a tragedy that she didn’t understand that police are the
most dangerous variety of strangers she's likely to confront.
Security camera
video shows Miller snarling at the small, middle-aged woman, pushing
her, and cornering her near an elevator. He then slammed her face-first
into the elevator door, handcuffed her, and held her in his patrol
car for about ten minutes – a sadistic act that served no purpose
other than to terrorize an uppity Mundane who had failed to respect
Miller’s supposed authority.
"Did you
learn your lesson?" a smirking Miller sneered at Salazar after
releasing her from the handcuffs.
"Yes,
I learned my lesson," Salazar – who is more of a man than little
Shawn will ever be replied. "I learned not to open a door
for a cop ever again."
While that
is a sound and commendable policy, it’s inadequate to deal with
the threat posed by police officers to those citizens – like James
Moore – who actually venture outside their homes on occasion.
Moore underwent
a lengthy and expensive hospitalization that included back surgery.
While recuperating from the nearly fatal beating, Moore had to deal
with the expense, frustration, and stress resulting from the spurious
charges filed against him by the thugs who had beaten him. In
keeping with standard procedure in such matters, the victim
of this unprovoked, and nearly fatal, attack was charged with Felony
Assault on a Police Officer and Felony Disarming of a Police Officer.
It took two years for the charges to be dismissed.
In March 2010,
Moore filed a federal lawsuit against Miller, Robledo, and Denver’s
municipal government. During depositions last December, Miller and
his boyfriends continued to peddle the fiction that they had subdued
a violent, dangerous suspect.
"They’re
trying to make me look like Rambo – an unhinged Special Forces veteran
who is a danger to the public," comments Moore. "Yes,
I did serve in a Special Forces unit that saw combat in Afghanistan,
but I was a computer nerd. I was never part of an assault team."
After returning
to the United States in 2004, Moore suffered from combat-related
psychological problems including post-traumatic stress disorder.
In 2006, he sought help from the VA, and was turned down. Shortly
thereafter, he attempted suicide.
By 2008, however,
"I was healthy again, and looking forward to a better life.
Julie and I planned to make a life together, but that ended the
night that the cops attacked me." Julie, whose only involvement
in the March 25, 2008 incident was to be a witness to the Denver
PD's gang assault on her boyfriend, was abducted by the police and
slapped with several entirely contrived charges, including assault
on an officer, resisting arrest, and "obstruction." While in jail
following her arrest, Julie was told that the police would have
the couple evicted from their apartment and they made good on
the threat.
Julie spent
the next two years fighting the fraudulent and vindictive charges
against her. Although James and Julie are still on cordial terms,
the accumulated trauma of the evening and her subsequent incarceration
ended the relationship.
"In his
testimony, Miller said that 'This was the worst fight I’ve ever
been in. This guy must have been trained in martial arts,’"
Moore reflects. "He also said that I was a threat because he
couldn’t see my hands and I was wearing a hoodie. Neither of those
statements is true. I never had my hands in my pockets, and I was
actually wearing a North Face jacket, not the notorious hoodie."
Between his
medical bills and his legal expenses, Moore – who pulled in a salary
north of $100,000 working in Silicon Valley before going to war
– is destitute, living with his father in Oklahoma. He was able
to gather sufficient funding to travel to southeast Asia in search
of alternative therapies for his back injuries – treatment that
cost a great deal less than conventional methods in the U.S. While
the prospect of relocating to Asia was attractive, Moore points
out, "I had to come back here and take care of business in
court."
Last September,
the Denver City Council approved a $225,000 taxpayer settlement
with Jason Graber. U.S. District Judge John Kane, who had dismissed
Graber’s lawsuit last March, reversed his decision a few months
later after it was demonstrated that the Denver PD and the municipal
government had refused to turn over documents dealing with excessive
force complaints – many of them filed against Shawn Miller, who
remains on duty and has never faced disciplinary action of any kind.
Denver’s police
department is among
the most notoriously abusive agencies of its kind in the Mountain
West. Two years ago, in the context of growing public outrage
over accumulating episodes of criminal assault by police, Chief
Gerald Whitman told
the local NBC affiliate that "the police department is under
control" and that it actually receives fewer use-of-force complaints
than departments in most other major cities.
Apparently
the public is expected to confide in the Chief’s uncorroborated
assurances, because he is determined to preserve the institutional
opacity of his department.
"The people
behind this are simply trying to wear me down," Moore observes.
"They want to outlast me, and they have taxpayer money at their
disposal, while I have next to nothing. They probably assume that
I’ll get desperate and they’ll be able to settle for pennies on
the dollar. I, on the other hand, am determined to be the guy who
doesn’t cash out – the one who holds out for real accountability,
which means the exposure of all the corrupt and criminal things
this department has done to innocent people."
"You know,
before this happened I trusted the police," Moore concludes
in an ironic echo of the witness who saw him beaten and left for
dead on the sidewalk. His experience is just one illustration –
albeit an uncommonly infuriating one – of the fact that no informed
and rational person should ever make that mistake.