Three years have gone by since being wrongfully arrested by Las Vegas police (again). The events following my arrest were actually worse than the incident itself; and the absence of “justice” in the pursuit of “justice” has given me much to think about. Here are my reflections three years later.
I have 8 citations— 2 of which resulted in arrest, but I have never been convicted of a crime. Regardless on being 8-0 against the state, I still have a criminal record.
This is my 7th criminal court case for street performing on the Las Vegas Strip. In the eyes of law enforcement, I am once again obstructing the sidewalk.
On Sunday, September 30, 2018, I was arrested for “obstructive use of sidewalk” while street performing on the Las Vegas Strip. The police took my phone. They also took my violin and my battery-powered amplifier
After receiving my sixth criminal citation for street performing, the reality that Las Vegas hates street performers became clearer than ever.
The police can be mean, the jails can be cruel, and the court system can be extremely unjust and unfair. If you have money and representation, you’ll be alright. If you don’t, there’s a good chance you are screwed.
I was on a cement floor, the lights were always on, and it was probably 65 degrees in that room. It was dull and miserable. I’m just glad that I didn’t have to take a shit.
As Officer Smith #9643 escorted me to his patrol car he made the following remark: “That’s what you fucking get for recording!”