Cop Harasses A Man Washing His Car — Didn't Know Who He Was

Cop Harasses A Man Washing His Car — Didn't Know Who He Was

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It had a careful neutral quality, the voice of a man choosing words with the awareness that words are being chosen. Don't. Voss stepped out of the room to allow them a moment. The door closed. In the silence that followed, Morrow looked at Kyle Puit with the expression of a man who has done this job for a long time and has arrived at a specific and unambiguous conclusion.

The body camera footage is what it is, Morrow said. I've reviewed it. I cannot characterize it as ambiguous because it isn't. Your written statement contradicts it in three specific points. He paused.

There is also an additional footage source. A neighbor's security camera that captured you stationary in your cruiser for 117 seconds before you activated your lights. No dispatch call, no radio contact, 117 seconds of documented surveillance before initiating the stop. Puit stared at the table. Morrow continued, "The union files standard grievance procedures in the event of termination."

I am obligated to tell you that a pause that carried the weight of what was coming. I am also obligated to tell you that based on the material currently in Voss's file, a grievance will not produce a different outcome. It will extend the timeline. It will not change the destination. He collected his folder, straightened his tie, and stood.

I'd advise you to consult a criminal defense attorney, he said, before the end of this week. He knocked twice on the door, and Voss returned. Morrow walked out without looking back at the man he had protected three times before and would not be protecting a fourth.

The formal hearing convened two weeks later in the department's administrative conference room on the fourth floor. A room designed for the specific business of institutional consequence with its long mahogany table and the city seal on the wall and the particular quality of light that comes through institutional blinds on a weekday afternoon. Chief of Police Diane Mercer sat at the head of the table, flanked by Deputy Chief Arnold Torres and Civilian Oversight Board Representative Ela Cross, a retired federal judge. At the far end sat Kyle Puit and his attorney Craig Donner, who had spent two weeks constructing an argument that the incident on Maplewood Court represented an overzealous but good-faith exercise of patrol discretion, a phrase that, as Donner had privately concluded while reviewing the body camera footage for the fourth time, had the structural integrity of a dam built from good intentions. District Attorney Marcus Webb sat along the sidewall as an observer.

His presence communicated everything it was intended to communicate. Raymond sat on the right side of the table in dress uniform. No papers in front of him, no notes. He had been sitting at tables like this for 22 years and had long since stopped needing to perform the quality of his attention. Donner presented his argument.

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