Recently, a severely mentally ill women, Tanisha Anderson,
died in the midst of a crisis call with the Cleveland Police which has once
again put a spotlight on police contacts
with this misunderstood group. The coroner reported that Tanisha died of a
heart condition, which is likely the result of her illness. There has been a
rush to judgment on her death and some
unfair scrutiny of the Cleveland police.
For over a decade, I have been involved with
Crisis Intervention Team training, which is a blueprint
for de-escalating police encounters with the mentally ill. I have witnessed
firsthand that the Cleveland police have been an ambitious participant in this
program. However, this event opened up wounds from my past experiences with one
local law enforcement agency, the Westlake Police, whose actions can best be
labeled as emotional brutality.
Bigotry is defined
as “the possession or expression of intense, unreasonable prejudices, or opinions.”
Individuals, such as myself who suffer the indignity of being diagnosed with
mental illness often face a painful backlash when others either find evidence or
witness the symptoms of our affliction. In the Westlake Police department, they
have brazenly expressed a culture of ignorance towards those diagnosed with one
of these conditions, which lit the fuse of unchecked discrimination.
The storyline was
that a former business associate of mine began a series of allegations against
me, which were later proven to be fictitious. His weapon of choice was first and foremost my diagnosis of Bipolar
Disorder. The Westlake police were more than pleased to assist him and began to call me routinely in for questioning. It was
here that no matter how much I implored them to leave me alone, they continued
their emotional assault. It is important to point out that despite their best
efforts, they were never able to identify any nefarious activity which was the
basis for the accusations.
During these
“interrogations” I attempted to file claims of possible criminal activity committed by the accuser. It was at this point in the timeline that the bigotry of the
Westlake police came to light. On three different occasions, the police denied
me the right to file a report. I felt like Jesus did when in biblical teachings,
St Peter denied him on three different occasions. It bears mentioning that there
are over three hundred million citizens in this country, and all are free to protect themselves by filing reports for
help, except for those diagnosed as mentally ill
in Westlake Ohio.
In follow-up calls
to the police, I was referred to as a “psycho”
in much the same context as the “N” word would be used in a racist manner. A
Captain Guy Turner seemed to find glee in mocking and demeaning my plight. He
even ran interference for the then Chief of Police Richard Walling and would
never allow me to speak with him. It became painfully evident that the police culture in this community was exposed as one of arrogance and stupidity.
In an effort to
find a different avenue for protection, I contacted the community leaders. It was
with this cast of characters that the old saying that “A fish rots from the head first” was on full display. It was here
that the root cause of their discriminatory practice going unchallenged was exposed, which is the city leadership’s
inability to look past their own phony self-righteousness.
First on the list
was Mayor Dennis Clough, who boasts a Harvard Education but did not even seem
to understand that the word bigotry extends far beyond racial boundaries. He
has made a career working in Government,
and it has been alleged that he has used local public sector jobs as his family’s
personal employment agency. My conversations with him were visceral at best,
and he kept telling me I can write a letter, which he insisted were as good as
a police report. He never once answered the question as to why I was prohibited
from filing a complaint like the other 300 million plus citizens of this country.
Next, I contacted
the President of City Council Mike Killeen. He did nothing but become demeaning
and claimed he is an expert on police work. When I attempted to explain that I
was also elected to the city council, he
would just rudely interrupt. This encounter with him reminded me of an old
southern sheriff from the 1940’s speaking with a black family who came into the
local police station to report a crime against them. The one that would ask the
father, “boy, what is your problem?”
Finally, I
contacted then Councilwomen and current State Representative Nan Baker. She
spent her time boorishly describing what a superhero
she is and that there had ‘never’ been a problem with their department. Like
the others, she became very demeaning and
reminded me that the mentally ill can be dangerous. Out of all of them, she was
without question, the most disgusting and kept claiming she was not bigoted. I
kept waiting for her to defend her actions by insisting, “Some of my (her) best friends have a mental illness.”
There is one common denominator, and that is,
all refused to address the police refusing to allow me the right to protect myself.
To all of them, I was viewed as some weak, crazy individual who did not deserve
their efforts. It appears their real
ambition in life is to live in a gated community as a means to avoid those not deemed
part of their “moral universe”.
I attempted to contact then
State Senator Bob Spada the n, who was known to
be a strong advocate for those afflicted with mental illness. It is important
to acknowledge that both he and his wife should be commended for the great deal
of time and resources they have provided as advocates to eliminate the stigma
of these conditions. However, I was to
soon discover that politics overrides the needs of those who suffer the
indignity of being stigmatized by those he categorizes as favorable
politicians.
My reason for
contacting the office of Senator Spada was not only for help, but to try and
understand his supporting Nan Baker in her run for the Statehouse, when she has
shown such disdain for those in need. Surprisingly, my calls were ignored, as I
became invisible to him. I was disappointed to learn that in spite of his
advocacy, he acted as if my illness made me unbefitting of his efforts.
Undeterred, and
ironically at a luncheon that was supporting a cause to eliminate the stigma of
mental illness, I was able to confront Senator Spada. He responded by defending
Nan Baker and informing me that there were “more important issues than bigotry.” His response left me both
speechless and shocked. Even more bizarre was he then insisted that he and I
have our picture taken together.
After being a
victim of both bigotry and emotional police brutality, this inspired my
personal advocacy. I had decided that no one should be treated in such a manner as I was during those early
dark days of recovery. Over the years since, I
volunteered a great deal of time and
effort in working with local police departments on the issues of their contacts
with the mentally ill. I have likely been involved in the training of nearly 1,000 police officers throughout
Northeastern Ohio and that work continues to this very day. I have developed
mutual respect with countless police officers, but none from Westlake, which I classify as a “rogue”
department.
As time went by, I
would attempt to discuss this issue with
them, but to no avail. One Lieutenant whom I ounce spoke with said, “we were just talking about you the other day”
then proceeded to laugh and hang up. What else would one expect from a
police department who found it funny to use someone's
pet for personal target practice, when they shot and killed a family dog.
Recently, I
decided it was time to discover if the culture of stupidity that permeated this
department was still moving full speed ahead. First stop, the Mayor.
Mayor Clough still
did not grasp the notion that demeaning people because of illness was both improper
and discriminatory. He once again refused to explain this departments denying me
the right to ask them for protection. He continued to ask me why I didn’t call
the police chief, and told him, that I could not get past Captain Turner, who, as I repeatedly told him, refused
to put my call through. He went so far as to threaten
that I could face criminal charges if I did,
in fact, write a critical story about his police department. Perhaps he was
asleep in his Harvard Civics class when they discussed the First Amendment right
to freedom of speech..
Calls to State Representative
Nan Baker were expectedly ignored. She practices one of the cowardly forms
of bigotry by turning her object of disdain invisible. In her defense, I am sure she was busy passing tax breaks in the
statehouse to benefit her family business while continuously slashing the
budget for suicide prevention programs.
An email to Robert
Spada, now President of the National Alliance on Mental illness of Ohio, NAMI, resulted
in his developing a selective memory and he could not imagine that he spoke
anything such as what he said to me. He also claimed that Mayor Clough and
Representative Baker were quality individuals.
To further examine
the current zeitgeist of the Westlake Police, one needs only to read their
annual report of their 2014 activity. This document was a masterpiece of
political spin, and the author could have
used their talents to elect the currently imprisoned O.J. Simpson as the next
Pope. The highlight of this narration was spotlighting the efforts of Captain
Guy Turner to eat his donuts at a local church. Rumor has it that his efforts have
negatively impacted the stock price of Dunkin’ Donuts.
The one positive
to emerge from my recent inquiries was I did receive a call from the current
police Chief Kevin Bielozer, who it must
be conceded, was genuinely respectful. The only
person on their police force or at City Hall who treated me in that manner.
He informed me that the department now had 4 officers trained in CIT. However,
they did not receive that training till 2013, a full decade after nearly every
police department in Northeast Ohio embraced this program. In his defense, he
did not become police chief until February of 2014. It is painfully evident that during my encounters, they had no
one properly trained to understand that not everyone struggling with mental
illness has villainous ambitions.
What became of
that former business associate whom Captain Turner and company held in high
esteem? Besides being dragged into court over twenty times for non-payment of
child support for his three kids, he had his Securities License suspended for
five years by the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) for among numerous
reasons, “Lack of Good business Repute.” However, he still occupies an office
in Westlake and never faced the scrutiny of the local Police.
Little doubt remains that the culture of
arrogance that Westlake previously
displayed has changed very little, and
the police still exhibit a high level of reluctance
to understand mental illness. Captain Turner, between rotating where he
consumes his donuts, will likely continue to find brevity in degrading those
not members of Westlake’s socioeconomic class.
In conclusion, I have a message for Mayor
Clough, Councilman Killeen, Captain Guy
Turner and State Representative Nan Baker. The cross you burned in my yard may
have only been metaphorical, but it still burns as a symbol of ignorance and exclusion. That is nothing for
any of you, the police department or your community to hold up as a symbol of
pride.
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