The Botched Arrest

On July 12, 2024, 3 days after my police interview, I got a text from {D} telling me the Capitol Police had just escorted him out of his office and they were searching his car. I gulped. I acted surprised because I didn’t tell him I had talked to the police. Then, while he is texting me, I get a phone call from the victims advocate saying he is currently being arrested. That arrest never happened. The warrant existed however, the DA had declined charges.

By Sunday of that weekend I told {D} he was being arrested. I don’t know why. I felt guilty and I thought that he needed to get things together and talk to his family before her got arrested. The victims’ advocate told me it was imminent that he would be arrested. I thought it was true.

That Sunday was the point where {D} contacted his “attorney” and they offered him a job as soon as he passed the bar in Nevada the following February. Weird way to get a job offer. But the attorney he spoke to offered him a position then referred him to another attorney. I really do wish I knew what the whole story was there. I’m fairly certain his “attorney” was a lawyer at DOI.

That Monday the DA declines again, this was Steve Wolfson personally declining charges when he had never seen the video. The police report states he said they had to go through the AG. God only knows what happened with the AG I have one partially redacted email saying to the police sergeant it can’t be proven beyond a reasonable doubt. They won’t tell me why.

The victims advocate then told me there would be no charges on I think Thursday. Context was the issue. I got pissed, as I do, and told her to ask what I need to do next time someone rapes me to prove it since video wasn’t enough. I also restated what I told the police during my interview, no one was going to believe me and that’s why I didn’t want to come in for the interview. I might have also called them fat fucks.

The interview was terrifying to me. I have a bit of an adversarial attitude towards the police to start with. I don’t trust them and the only thing I have ever been told by the police is “there’s nothing we can do.” After what happened with the police and Brian 2 I literally shake around the police.

I actually just reread the transcript of the interview this week. I kept telling them that no one was going to believe me. I have mental health issues and I am a bad witness and they could never beat {D} in court because he was too damn good of an attorney. I also might have mentioned {D} fucked Governor Lombardo's wife. I told them every problem with the case, they said they believed me, it was illegal to rape me, and they could help me.

I believe in my heart the police had good intentions at first. I really do, from what they have said to me they are just as confused as I am, but I know they know why but can’t or won’t tell me. Under rug swept.

After I asked the victims advocate what do I need to do next time I’m raped to prove it. The detective got back to me and told me they wanted to forensically search my phone because the DA wanted more context in hindsight that is weird since the DA had already told them he wouldn’t look at it and they had to go through the AG, so why would they be telling me the DA wanted it?

I almost did it. I went through my phone and found some videos of me and an ex boyfriend with my ex boyfriend engaged in homosexual activity. Not a big deal, I have a lot of video of other people on my phone, except that guy is a lawyer who was actively trying to get a position at the DAs office. I didn’t want to do that to him. At the same time I was looking I found a 32 minute long video I forgot I had taken. It was from that night. I had put my phone on record and set it on the dresser. I literally forgot about it and had never seen it. The video show {D} and {M} raping me with a lot more context, which is what they wanted. I called the detective.

I did not expect to have to fight them on even accepting that video, but that’s what happened. He didn’t want it, he said the DA only wanted my phone. I asked him to just look at it and tell me if it was what I thought it was, he refused something about the time it would take. I offered just to clip a piece just to give him an idea so he didn’t have to watch the whole thing and he came back with context being an issue. I finally got him to agree to receive it.

First try was apple drop via text. I didn’t go through. I said I would email it. It didn’t go through. I said I would google drive it, he can’t access it. Made him an editor on google drive, still can’t see it. If anyone reading this is tech savvy, you think that’s bullshit too, correct?

Finally I created a new gmail account: thepopo##### and made the password fuckthepolice, because I’m just a delightful person. I checked and made sure it was on there and could be opened. He finally got it.

Then we have days of him saying he hadn’t watched it yet. When he finally did, He told me he sent it to the sergeant and he would decide. So then I called the sergeant and he said that he hadn’t watched it, but had been told what was on it, but did not say what that was. He told me he was sending the charges up to the AG again and he was going to package it the same way he did the first time and then send the new video up after they declined it. It seemed all very cloak and dagger.

There is no official record that I have seen of that video existing. It's not listed with the other videos on the police report. Fucking Wolfson was shocked when I mentioned it to him in our meeting in September.

The last time I even bothered trying to speak to the detective I begged him to charge him with domestic violence or just battery or anything. I explained to him that if I had slipped his watch off while his fist was inside me I would be in jail for theft. At least I wasn't in jail for revenge porn like DOI wanted. He said “you really don’t know how this works, do you?” I thought he was talking about me saying that he personally could charge him, but I question that now.

I will forever be pissed at the police. They gave me hope that someone who harmed me could actually be punished for what they did to me. Had I never talked to the police, I wouldn’t have gone this far. I wouldn’t have even tried to have him arrested, but they BELIEVED me and they said it was rape. They are the ones who convinced me of that. I didn’t think it was illegal to rape me. I'm too big of a slut. They told me it was and that it didn’t matter. I thought they were going to help me. Instead I’ve been living in hell desperately needing to see {D} arrested. I need it as validation that what happened was real. I don’t know if I can explain this but I NEED it. I need someone to say that it was rape and he should not have done that to me. Like an official body. I can’t accept it otherwise. This is my frustration. I wish I could just let this go, but I can’t. Not without something official. That's why I obsess over it and twitter stalk the AG and the AG candidates. They need to do something or at least sit me down and explain why with the laws with the way they currently are written both in Nevada and federally where it is still very illegal to rape a woman regardless of the relationship between the victim and assailant, that's specifically written in and raping me was a violation of my federally protected civil rights. Thanks Steve and A-A-Ron, I simply adore losing a year of my life fighting for my own civil rights against the people sworn to protect them.