Another day, another overreaction by the police. Fay Wells, a Santa Monica resident with an Ivy League education who is a vice-president at a Califorina company, did what many of us have done at least once – locked herself out of her apartment. Although she’d just been living in the beach community for seven months, she had no reason to think that getting a locksmith to let her in would make her seem suspicious. After gaining access to her apartment, she went on with her day. But a white neighbor who didn’t know her, reported her to police as a potential burglar. After that, Wells says, all hell broke loose.
She shared her story with The Washington Post:
A few hours and a visit from a locksmith later, I was inside my apartment and slipping off my shoes when I heard a man’s voice and what sounded like a small dog whimpering outside, near my front window. I imagined a loiterer and opened the door to move him along. I was surprised to see a large dog halfway up the staircase to my door. I stepped back inside, closed the door and locked it.
I heard barking. I approached my front window and loudly asked what was going on. Peering through my blinds, I saw a gun. A man stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointing it at me. I stepped back and heard: “Come outside with your hands up.” I thought: This man has a gun and will kill me if I don’t come outside. At the same time, I thought: I’ve heard this line from policemen in movies. Although he didn’t identify himself, perhaps he’s an officer.
I left my apartment in my socks, shorts and a light jacket, my hands in the air. “What’s going on?” I asked again. Two police officers had guns trained on me. They shouted: “Who’s in there with you? How many of you are there?”
Wells says a total of nineteen police officers showed up at the reported burglary. And worse, when she asked her neighbor why he’d called he basically told her to ‘F– off.”