Hello every One and welcome to the Magical Monday Motive a Sean Edition of the Good News Journal, thank King or Queen You for Your Presence, it is a Treasured Gift in My House. We’re going to jump right into Part III of this mini-series today because this event is the Motive a Sean behind everything I am war King on right now. I assure You, You are bearing witness to some of the most Powerful Spells that Will ever be Cast.
“You’ll see a judge tomorrow, I’ll get You a phone call to Your lawyer as soon as We get You booked in.”
A few moments later some One from inside the building opened the door and I was instructed to enter with the arresting officer following Me inside. Once inside it was a short hallway leading to a wider hallway on the right. Once entering the wider hallway, the check in desk was on the right and there was a line on the floor connecting five squares. I was first told to stand on the first one and told to face the Man behind the check-in desk and listen very carefully to every Word he says.
I turned to face a Man and I honestly hate to racial stereotype but I don’t know how else to describe the Man I was looking at other than to say I was reminded of a Chinese or Korean dictator. Ironically, the image was so surreal that I didn’t hear a damn Word he said, all I could see was the furrow of his brow, his blabbering lips, his determination to let Me know that he’s the baddest ass around here, and he’s also the boss. I honestly didn’t hear one Word enough to even paraphrase – it was like the entire world went silent and all I could see was a screaming little dictator until he finally stopped barking. Then another one of three other officers that were now in the immediate vicinity, (the original arresting officer, another officer who is now directing orders, and another standing beside the little Chinese dictator behind the check-in desk) barks at Me,
“Now, turn the other Way and face the wall!”.
Just as he barks the order the arresting officer hands over the zip lock baggie he’s placed all My stuff in, including My coffee cup which has now flooded the bottom of the baggie with coffee. My keys, money, and electronic Fitbit watch are swimming in coffee. I’m thing King that it is Lucky I left My phone on the counter or I probably wouldn’t have a working phone anymore. The officer receiving the baggie notices Me noticing My stuff swimming in coffee.
“Don’t look over here, don’t look at Me, turn and face the wall like You were told!”
I don’t say a Word, I turn and face the wall.
“Spread Your legs.” I do.
“Wider!” I spread a little more than shoulder width.
“Now, I’m going to remove these cuffs. The moment You feel that Your wrist is free, You immediately place Your hand flat on that wall in front of You. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He removes the right cuff first and I follow the instructions. I must have done okay because he didn’t complain or bark anymore orders until the cuffs were off and My hands are now flat on the wall in front of Me, My legs a little wider than shoulder width apart, half bent over to reach the wall. He then asks Me to lift My left leg and move it behind Me. That’s a bit of a confusing order but again, I do okay, I guess because he doesn’t complain as he uses some metal detector wand to scan My body and My calves one at a time (the purpose for raising My foot and moving it behind).
Once he was done waving his Magic wand all over Me, the arresting officer told Me to stand still and wait while he arranges for My phone call. I’m instructed to turn to My left which faces the opposite wall of the entrance hall and another little door in the wall that is (apparently) a private conference room for Me to speak with My lawyer. He leads Me over to the booth which does have a very long list of lawyers on it. At first, I thought I had scanned the whole list without finding the name I was looking for and was about to pick some One at random.
“Are You sure this is all the criminal lawyers in Ottawa?”
“To the best of My knowledge it is. Don’t see who You are looking for?”
Then I noticed that the list I was looking at was actually two lists, divided down the middle with another column of lawyers I hadn’t seen yet. I find the name I’m looking for, Michael Spratt.
“Here it is! Michael Spratt!!! Told You I’d remember when I see it!”
“Great, I’ll Give him a call, You can step in the booth and the phone Will ring when he’s ready to talk to You.”
He was being very friendly at this point to be honest. His demeanor had completely changed once again. I step in the booth and wait for the call. I’m really only ninety-nine percent I have the right lawyer, but I have listened to his podcast a few times and I really like his… Tone. I don’t know how else to describe it, but I knew that even if he didn’t deliver as I might hope, his voice would be comforting to hear over the phone. I knew I would know the second I hear his voice. The phone finally rings.
“Hello.”
“Michael Spratt here.”
I knew immediately, but I still had to confirm. “Hello, it is You. You are the Michael Spratt with the podcast, right?”
“Yes, that’s Me.”
I’m not going to try and paraphrase the whole conversation, I Will only summarize the important details. He asked Me for My name and to spell it for him, My birthday, how I heard about him and why I Wish for him to be My lawyer. He asked Me My profession and I told him I’m a freelance journalist and that I believe My arrest is politically motivated because I report on a lot of government corruption including the landlord who I just discovered to be stealing from tenants. I was working on an article exposing the fraud when I was arrested. He asked Me how much I make, I told him I don’t receive any compensation for My work as a freelance journalist, My source of income is Ontario Works. I Will paraphrase the end of Our conversation after all of these details had been established.
“Okay. Well, try to relax, there’s nothing We can do tonight, but We’ll get You out of there tomorrow. I’ve got a really busy day tomorrow, I’m booked up all morning but I would like to Show up in person if I can make it sometime in the early afternoon. If I can’t make it, I Will forward My instructions to duty counsel.”
“Okay… Um, duty counsel? I’m sorry but I have had experiences with duty counsel in the past and the whole reason I called You was because I do not Wish for duty counsel to speak for Me. They’ve been entirely incompetent in My experiences. I’m also well versed in Law but I can’t do anything while I’m in here.”
“I am going to do what I can to be there, and I Will be Giving My instructions to duty counsel. Remember, You’re not exactly rolling in money, I’m going to do what I can for You. Just relax, We’ll get You out of there.”
Of course, I found this to be rather offensive because this is precisely why I do what I do. The marginalized minorities are the easiest to abuse because they can’t afford the proper representation and don’t have the capacity to do it themselves.
“Well, Your website says You accept legal aid Certificates and I Will most certainly qualify for one of those. If that isn’t sufficient, I also have a Trust on file with MOJAG and You can bill Me whatever You Wish and We Will call it a Trust obligation to ensure My best defense.”
“Okay, We’ll work all that out later, just relax and try to get some sleep. We’ll get You out tomorrow.”
I said thank You, then hung up and knocked on the window to the booth to let them know I was done. The arresting officer opens the door.
“Did You get to speak to Your lawyer?”
“Yes I did.”
“Are You satisfied with the counsel Your lawyer provided?”
“Yes I am.”
“Okay, great. Right this Way then.”
Then I believe it was a female officer that I was told to follow who stopped and moved to the right of the door to enter the holding cells, telling Me to enter the doorway and turn to My left. I couldn’t be sure, but I believe it was the third cell on the left with the door open that she instructed Me to enter.
The whole place smells like stale piss. There’s a stainless steel sink and toilet combo against the far wall bolted to the floor with sealed concrete. It has two buttons on the top, one a small water fountain that no One would Wish to drink from and another button to flush the toilet. It’s probably twenty two degrees because that’s probably as cold as the law allows it to be, but it feels colder because everything is concrete. The ‘bed’ is literally just half a cell of raised concrete coated with ceramic or something to make is super smooth, hard as a rock, and cold. You can hear the heavy metal door sliding across the rollers as it slams shut behind Me, keys turning in the lock of My new temporary ‘dwelling’.
Now, a few things I should point out here. This isn’t My first rodeo. I may have no criminal record, but certainly not for lack of effort on the part of Canada’s policing services. I have been arrested more times than I can count or would ever Wish to recount. But there are a few anomalies here that are very uncommon, the first being that the officer Acted on the (alleged) warrant alone. That has never happened.
The second is My personal property. No Man is to be arbitrarily deprived of his property and an arrest warrant does not Give the police any special right to arbitrarily deprive One of his property. At the same time, depriving One of their property temporarily for an arrest is lawful but it must be carefully documented. They usually go through everything the officers have confiscated from You and ask You to confirm that it is all Your rightful property (nothing stolen or belonging to any One else) and include a little paper ticket with a number of lines on it itemizing everything in the bag with the top line being for money and every denomination of the money in the bag down to pennies. They ask You to confirm that this is all Your property and that nothing is missing and they Will ask You to Sign to those facts and put the slip of paper in the bag with Your belongings. That didn’t happen – ever!
That’s also why it was a little unusual that the guy yells at Me when I notice they are not exactly taking care of My personal property. I didn’t say anything about it because it’s not going to help Me. I mentioned it because My hope is that You Will notice that I spend My time making mental notes for later. There Will come a time when I can complain about all of this, but it isn’t now. For now, I Wish to look as cool, calm, and collected as One possibly can if they’ve been charged with a crime. Because an innocent Man has nothing to worry about. I know I don’t look scared, I know I don’t look nervous or concerned. That is their greatest fear because that is what Will make them second guess arresting You.
After I hear the cell door clang, closing behind Me, I take a seat on the concrete, resting My forearms on My knees and consider what I should do now. It’s probably only eight o’clock in the evening, I’ve got a lot of time before the next morning, and probably an even longer wait tomorrow before I Will see a Judge.
Alright, that’s all for this edition, thank You for joining Me, I Will have another part for You for tomorrow.
Love and Blessings,
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