Case # 21-6945
Your Honor, Judge Richard L. Fredericks,
As last spoke in court, speaking of I, Bradley P. Davis, to write letter, here letter is.
Looking at police report dated seventh of May, twenty twenty-one, find there two separate reports written by Ian Aarts, "while working as Police Officer," (where'd he go?), and one report of Aarts, F. Same person? Any which way, all the reports are much filled with lies. Having yet to see the body camera footage of incident, as requested that from the Eugene Police Department and having obtained only paper report, I, Bradley P. Davis, would be astonished to find any of much the report true. Not found in paper report is the detail to when booked in jail, the itemized personal belonging paper, as other reports of different cases do have copy of such itemized personal belonging paper as those cases reports all obtained from in request from Eugene Police Department in one electronic mail letter. Why speak of such, for reasoning to the time of incident on police report, I, Bradley P. Davis, find to be of error in memory. I, Bradley P. Davis, maybe wrong to the time there, yet, to events, to the best of my memory...
I, Bradley P. Davis, was walking east in parking lot, much an empty parking lot carrying a plastic container of cookies that was to be shared among friend Justin, his wife and two children. As looking up over the tree horizon, a voice calls using amplified electronics, calls from behind, asking, "what are you doing walking in the middle of the street?" I, Bradley P. Davis, turn around, facing west towards Market of Choice, see a police parked in middle of the parking lot and he standing in front of his vehicle near bumper to the left a bit. I, Bradley P. Davis, puzzled by the why would one, a police officer at that, harass one walking through a parking lot. Many people walk along parking lots in all sorts directions. I, Bradley P. Davis, was not obstructing traffic, as would move from car approaching as one does when walking through a parking lot, "street", as cop said. Facing the officer, I, Bradley P. Davis, slid the plastic cookies a top the asphalt towards the officer. Interesting it was as the plastic lid seemed to pop open before having hit the officers boot, yet, the cookies spilt from the plastic container and lay a top the asphalt near the officers feet. I, Bradley P. Davis, approached the officer, bent over to pick up the cookies. Now, the officer held stance and seemed to show no signs of threatening defense to the vulnerable position of I, Bradley P. Davis, held as with head down and picking up the cookies. Cookies back into plastic container, and not seeing any reasoning to police interaction, as for reports of witnessing to erratic behavior, I, Bradley P. Davis, find that of error, as to much all the police report. With cookies back into plastic container, I, Bradley P. Davis, saw to carry on a planned, bring cookies to friend Justin's family. As walking away, the cop said something of harassing nature. Jolly was I, Bradley P. Davis, at the time for fun to be had with friend's family. The harrassment from officer, I, Bradley P. Davis, replied, "I might as well blast my head off." Now, excuse I, Bradley P. Davis, for use of illicit substances that have reference to "a blast from the past" and "blast into the cosmos," both of reference to smoking a pipe, said previous quote in such manner. The officer replied in question, "do you have a gun?" Judge Fredericks, I, Bradley P. Davis, never have owned any gun other than that of B.B. gun of elementary ages. Having shot step-fathers, Herschel Anthony Desharnais', concealed weapons license nine-millimeter, have found never to be one to bear arms. In reply to officers question, I, Bradley P. Davis, thought of joke Herschel Anthony Desharnais would say, as sure he learnt joke in military as served, "I'll kick your a** so hard we will have to go to the hospital to get my foot removed," I, Bradley P. Davis, began to say, "I may have a big gun shoved so far up my a**..." And, before having finished with, "we will have to go to the hospital to get it removed," as I, Bradley P. Davis, turned around to finish joke, looked up to officer and find my face flush blood red hot and the officer standing holding what only appears to be a circular barrel. Honestly, Judge Federicks, I, Bradley P. Davis, thought I, Bradley P. Davis, been shot in the head and that hot feeling was blood. Putting hands to face and looking to the right hand expecting to see blood was of terrible anxiety. No, no blood was at hand for I, Bradley P. Davis, been pepper sprayed! Pepper sprayed for no reason, with no warning. I, Bradley P. Davis, rest my case there for what follows was of great disturbance to self and still sits very uneasy up mind.
After being pepper sprayed, the cop yells for me to get on the ground. With no trust in the officer, he having assaulted me with his pepper spray in wrong manner, and with the rush of adrenaline to the damage of pepper spray, I, Bradley P. Davis, found being arrested, being arrested for what, "walking down the middle of the 'street' (parking lot), found idea to being arrested, let alone in the hands of that police officer, being arrested by that officer of great endangerment to being. I, Bradley P. Davis, don't recall the aggression to the arresting action all too well, but do know that while in handcuffs, the officers found of fun to grab the handcuffs and shake cuffs with I, Bradley P. Davis', wrist in as if to shake off dirt from a towel. I, Bradley P. Davis, yelled, "I play piano," as for the pain of the wrists was hurting and much concern for the health of own hands. Two scars reside on right of wrist from this incident and as sit typing this letter, those scars are of reminder to this incident of wrongful action of a Eugene Police Department officer, as reference to officers quote used in above heading, "while working as police officer." Then, as too many police officers around shaking me up badly as handcuffed, pepper sprayed, someone came from blind spot to the left of I, Bradley P. Davis, and punched with open palm to I, Bradley P. Davis', head, punched open palm and squeezed hair up in a knot. I, Bradley P. Davis, bid that who done so knew that it would knot up hair and be of knot untangleable, for nothing did get that knot out of hair, nor, was I, Bradley P. Davis, offered a shower in jail the three day stay. This happening Friday, it wasn't until Monday that a shower had. Which was another burn of pepper spray as rinsed what could from tangled knot of hair. The open palm punch squeeze to the head caused neck pain of four cervical vertebrae of the neck, an injury.
Now, in jail, I, Bradley P. Davis was taken into suicidal watch jail cell where one too many, one being too many, one too many officers stripped I, Bradley P. Davis, naked and forced to roll over. I, Bradley P. Davis, covered my groin with hands and found that experience of being stripped of most unpleasant experience. Later come a night where before was to rest, shutting eyes for the night, a girl came to window and peeped into jail cell. The girl looking alot like a Lady Love of I, Bradley P. Davis, spoke loudly, "let me see that girl again or I to smash my head on the ground." Now, I, Bradley P. Davis, know that doesn't sound well, You, your Honor, do see the frustration and emotion of how one be given prior events. I, Bradley P. Davis, said of such only to let look at the Lady who peeped into jail cell window. Not the girl came back to window, but a sheriff with one behind him open jail cell door and said, "...going to take you off suicide watch (moving cells)." Thoroughly puzzled, again, was I, Bradley P. Davis, to motion moving from suicide watch as was just mentioning harming self. So, with having listened to the folks in jail cells next to where I, Bradley P. Davis, lay, and those voices sounding familiar, I Bradley P. Davis, spoke to sheriff there at the door, in question, "so these (pointing both hands out toward jail cell walls) so these two can go to their hotel room?" And, the sheriff looked down, saying, "yes," and looked up to the sheriff behind him in honest manner. So, I, Bradley P. Davis, was taken off suicide watch and into cell of one to a block of many. While in that jail cell, I, Bradley P. Davis, witnessed by sound a girl masterbating making loud sounds for cell block to hear. Also, as was taken to the lobby, a sheriff let a girl remain standing naked on chair in shower area dancing as I, Bradley P. Davis, passed with direction to lobby area. At lobby area, I approached two officers in sheriff attire who looked up to I, Bradley P. Davis, and dropped heads down to paper. Taken note to those sheriffs and their actions, and for when lobby time near end, as sat at phone, two more officers in sheriff attire walked past. One dropped head to paper in hand and one held head up and laughed. Reflecting to those four sheriffs and their presence and actions, I, Bradley P. Davis, like to conclude that those officers in sheriff attire were of the arresting officers to incident. And, the three who dropped heads to paper were of in body manner of prayer, asking for forgiveness. As for the one who laughed, that officer must've of found his position of grand humour. I, Bradley P. Davis find none of the above as any humour, nor of any entertainment what so ever.
As for the damage of the pepper spray, I, Bradley P. Davis, had to cut hair of hair not been cut for sixteen years, as wore hair in honor of a Godmother, per se, a Sharon Furlow, a mother, a wife, who lost her life due to hospital doctors error, an error that was settled in court resulting in law suit giving Sharon Furlow's family money. Prince Furlow, being a father figure, put a roof over my head for few years, two thousand-three to two thousand-five, and I, Bradley P. Davis, saw to never cutting hair for sake of memory, honor those days and Sharon. For Sharon's caring.
More to come, stay tooned. Good day today to you, to You!
Bradley P. Davis
P.S. Your honor, Judge Richard L. Fredericks, this incident is cause of why I, Bradley P. Davis, reside in Eugene. I, Bradley P. Davis, am serving probation in Eugene for Willows, Glenn County, California, and as asked, as spoke with Paul Moize, Glenn County Probation, upon finishing drug classes online, obtaining completion certificate and with Paul Moize's order that I, Bradley P. Davis, take that certificate to Eugene Probation along with Paul Moize's address to Glenn County Probation desk so Paul Moize can put to calendar court date to terminate probation, probation served and completed. I, Bradley P. Davis, took drug class completion certificate to Greig Bustos, putting paper into Greig Bustos' hand, with top page handwritten address to Paul Moize of Glenn County Probation. Excited was I, Bradley P. Davis, as you, your Honor Judge Fredericks, could imagine, excitement for release probation along with returning funds as paid off full probation fee, a return of what would've, would've been three of the five years probation. Much time passed from that date handing Greig Bustos that certificate and address. It was found that Greig Bustos lost the certificate with paper of written address of Paul Moize, only to find ceritificate at later date, a date that is after gotten the above mention court case, a court case that Greig Bustos says he will send certificate after closure to case. ... That all said, this above incident, court case, should not of even happened for I should've been off probation as done as order by the California Superior Courts and to Paul Moize's own instructions of getting him that paper in hand. What's one to do with that? Advice, please.
-------------------- Hip, hip... WhoRAy!!! Eye was thinking the other day... ahh, thinking never done me no good.
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