Jurisdiction
Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:21 pm
OK, I've waited almost 24 hours before posting my first LEO contact (since obtaining my CHL) to try to let some of the emotions subside.
Yesterday, around noon, I went by the Home Depot on Wheatland Road just west of IH20 in DALLAS. When I left, primarily because I was driving my 1-ton cutaway van with somewhat limited visibility and because I like to accelerate and turn very slowly so everything in the back won't rearrange, I drove across the Home Depot parking lot, through the Spring Creek Barbeque parking lot and around the side to get to the traffic signal controlled intersection of Wheatland and Old Hickory Trail (opposed to exiting on Wheatland and having to dart across traffic and turn quickly or using the service road on the other side and having to deal with vehicles exiting the freeway - which is also difficult). When the light turned green, I entered the intersection and proceded south on Old Hickory Trail. After I crossed Wheatland Road and had gone 100 feet or so, I heard a siren burst (just a quick chirp) and looked around. A police car with its lights flashing appeared to be trying to get around me so I moved over as far as I could to let him pass. When I did, the police car fell in behind me and I couldn't see it any more. Then I heard the chirp again and realized the LEO was trying to stop me. So I pulled into the Sam's club parking lot in an area far from the entrance doors where hardly anyone ever parks and stopped. I rolled the window down (manual crank) and waited. An officer positioned himself at the rear corner (driver's side) of my vehicle and instructed me to get out. As I got out, I noticed he had his hand on his weapon but had not drawn it. I'm thinking "What the heck?" As I stepped away from my vehicle, I could see the police cruiser and noticed that it was A Duncanville PD vehicle. Now I was really confused and starting to become annoyed. The officer asks for my driver's license. I started to reach for my billfold but thought to myself, "This isn't right." I told the officer, "You don't have jurisdiction here." Fortunately, about this time a Dallas PD cruiser was driving by on Old Hickory Trail so I waved at him and motioned him to come to where we are. As he turned in the Duncanville officer repeated his demand to see my license and insurance papers. I told him to wait. When the Dallas PD officers got out of their car, they spoke with the other Duncanville officer still standing beside the Duncanville cruiser for a bit and then came over to me and the Duncanville officer confronting me and one of them said, "What's going on?" The Duncanville officer said, "I spotted this guy cutting through the parking lot across the street." At this point, I explained the reason I had taken the path to both officers. The Dallas officer asks the Duncanville officer, "What's wrong with that?" To which the Duncanville officer replied, "He exited IH20 and cut through the parking lot." I still had my Home Depot receipt in my front shirt pocket (which is time/date stamped). I handed it to the Dallas officer and pointed out the time and stated that I had not been on IH20 at any time and that I had come from Oak Cliff down Hampton to Wheatland to get to the Home Depot. All four officers huddled together for several minutes. The Duncanville officers got in their car and left. When the lead Dallas officer came back to me he explained that the Duncanville officers had been having lunch at Spring Creek BBQ and saw me drive through the parking lot. The Dallas officer (Hispanic) then told me what he thought really happened. He said that he thought that the Duncanville officers (both white) assumed that the driver (me) was Hispanic because the vehicle I was driving (and there are quite a few like mine) is usually used in lawn service businesses. (I'm not sure what the Duncanville officer said to make him think that because I could not hear their "huddle" conversation.) The Dallas office was very professional, polite and, at the end, apoligized for the Duncanville officer being such a jerk.
Through it all, I never actually took my billfold out of my back pocket (and never presented my DL or CHL). My Glock was in the door pocket with a hand towel over it but a 33 round magazine was in a cupholder in plain sight.
Yesterday, around noon, I went by the Home Depot on Wheatland Road just west of IH20 in DALLAS. When I left, primarily because I was driving my 1-ton cutaway van with somewhat limited visibility and because I like to accelerate and turn very slowly so everything in the back won't rearrange, I drove across the Home Depot parking lot, through the Spring Creek Barbeque parking lot and around the side to get to the traffic signal controlled intersection of Wheatland and Old Hickory Trail (opposed to exiting on Wheatland and having to dart across traffic and turn quickly or using the service road on the other side and having to deal with vehicles exiting the freeway - which is also difficult). When the light turned green, I entered the intersection and proceded south on Old Hickory Trail. After I crossed Wheatland Road and had gone 100 feet or so, I heard a siren burst (just a quick chirp) and looked around. A police car with its lights flashing appeared to be trying to get around me so I moved over as far as I could to let him pass. When I did, the police car fell in behind me and I couldn't see it any more. Then I heard the chirp again and realized the LEO was trying to stop me. So I pulled into the Sam's club parking lot in an area far from the entrance doors where hardly anyone ever parks and stopped. I rolled the window down (manual crank) and waited. An officer positioned himself at the rear corner (driver's side) of my vehicle and instructed me to get out. As I got out, I noticed he had his hand on his weapon but had not drawn it. I'm thinking "What the heck?" As I stepped away from my vehicle, I could see the police cruiser and noticed that it was A Duncanville PD vehicle. Now I was really confused and starting to become annoyed. The officer asks for my driver's license. I started to reach for my billfold but thought to myself, "This isn't right." I told the officer, "You don't have jurisdiction here." Fortunately, about this time a Dallas PD cruiser was driving by on Old Hickory Trail so I waved at him and motioned him to come to where we are. As he turned in the Duncanville officer repeated his demand to see my license and insurance papers. I told him to wait. When the Dallas PD officers got out of their car, they spoke with the other Duncanville officer still standing beside the Duncanville cruiser for a bit and then came over to me and the Duncanville officer confronting me and one of them said, "What's going on?" The Duncanville officer said, "I spotted this guy cutting through the parking lot across the street." At this point, I explained the reason I had taken the path to both officers. The Dallas officer asks the Duncanville officer, "What's wrong with that?" To which the Duncanville officer replied, "He exited IH20 and cut through the parking lot." I still had my Home Depot receipt in my front shirt pocket (which is time/date stamped). I handed it to the Dallas officer and pointed out the time and stated that I had not been on IH20 at any time and that I had come from Oak Cliff down Hampton to Wheatland to get to the Home Depot. All four officers huddled together for several minutes. The Duncanville officers got in their car and left. When the lead Dallas officer came back to me he explained that the Duncanville officers had been having lunch at Spring Creek BBQ and saw me drive through the parking lot. The Dallas officer (Hispanic) then told me what he thought really happened. He said that he thought that the Duncanville officers (both white) assumed that the driver (me) was Hispanic because the vehicle I was driving (and there are quite a few like mine) is usually used in lawn service businesses. (I'm not sure what the Duncanville officer said to make him think that because I could not hear their "huddle" conversation.) The Dallas office was very professional, polite and, at the end, apoligized for the Duncanville officer being such a jerk.
Through it all, I never actually took my billfold out of my back pocket (and never presented my DL or CHL). My Glock was in the door pocket with a hand towel over it but a 33 round magazine was in a cupholder in plain sight.