Jan 10th 2005 – Cops Home Invasion!

Carl George, Age 21 May 13/1986

At the time this all took place, I was 18 years old and was with friend Sam.I had been visiting LoveCry for several months prior to this, with no implications that anything like this would happen – except the stories I was told about the police harassing LoveCry and people associated with LoveCry.

So my friend and I would go to LoveCry, almost religiously, to visit Angel and some of the other street-kids. We pretty well formed a “family” atomosphere. January 10th 2005 we went to LoveCry – there was snow on the ground - and I noticed a police car sitting across from the gas station on pape south of queen in the empty parking space beside the store on the west side. I thought to myself, “they must be steakin' out PQ's for the crack-dealers.” I got up stairs, LoveCry was located at 1024 Queen above a laundromat, and I told Angel - “there's a police car sitting in the lot across from the gas station beside the store, I think they're watching for crack-dealers”.

As the day went by, we were all hanging out at the time just talking, randomly, about anything. The evening came and we were all sitting at the kitchen table, all of a sudden there's this big crash at the bottom of the entrance stairs, next thing I hear is “.....WARRANT!.......Everybody down! On the ground! Hands on your back!!....” - I didn't quite catch everything said by the police, I was immediately in a state of shock, as the police came into the kitchen with guns drawn pointing directly into my face screaming at me.
Everybody hit the floor, one cop put his knee on my back and put the cuffs on me tight. My heart is pounding at this point, nothing like this has ever happened to me. The cop picked me up by my hands and brought me to the bathroom entrance. He asked me a bunch of questions. My height, my eye color, hair color, age, name, birthdate, where I live, parents names, and phone numbers and if I had any scars and lifted my shirt. Meanwhile, I see behind him into the living room where they are dumping drawers onto the floor and rumbling through everything only to find a little key-chain pop-out knife about 1 inch long, claiming it's a deadly weapon. I also could see one of the officers pretending to smoke Angel's smudge wand (which she uses to cleanse out negativity) and claiming that it's a big cheech and chong joint.

After the cop finished with me, I think he was a philipean, he told me to sit on the toilet and wait. A white cop then came, after a few minutes to bring me to the back porch hall-way, to ask me “why do you come here?”, I am very nervous with cops almost a crippling fear, and I answered him “I come here because Angel helps me with my issues, I do yoga and therapy here” he wrote in his notepad. Then asked me “have you ever seen Angel sell drugs?”, I said “no ive never seen anything like that here”. He wrote some more in his notepad, then brought me out of the hall into the kitchen.

He sat me down, where I saw montana sitting across from me and she was biting her lip to the point where it was bleeding. She looked so scared she was shaking. Then Richie kicked in the entrance doorway, and ran up stairs screaming something. They grabbed him and brought him to the hallway by the washroom. Sam, my friend, was in the office room and she had a male cop in the doorway between the kitchen and the office with a white female cop searching through her things. They were putting her style of clothing down sarcastically saying things like “why do you dress like that?” , the way she wore her make up and peircings “whats the black shit on your face mean? Are you the devil?”, and saying things like “are you on LSD? or Payote?” and of course, Sam is cocky so she said “Yea! Want some?” and then the male cop said “Is there hash in these cookies?” as he ate one, from atop the freezer.

Another white cop took my name again, and brought me downstairs, took my picture and told me to go home. I stood outside the laundromat and waited for Sam.
Montana was second to be let out. Montana and I stood outside waiting for Sam to come out, and we spoke about how scared we were and the way the cops treated us and about montana's biting her lip, as we calmed down.

About 30 minutes later, Sam was let out. She got a ticket, for possesion because they blamed her for having 0.5g of weed, which she didn't have, just because she had made a wallet, glued together, out of little baggies which the police assumed had weed in them.

Frankly, there was absolutely no reasons for this behaviour and intimidation, I felt intimidated the whole time, litterally shaking inside. We haven't done anything wrong, we just want to do therapy and yoga in peace, now I have a paranoia with police abuse that I have to work on, I do not appreciate their treatment.