Mail bag: Naked suspects
|In his column, "Naked Suspects: No Laughing Matter," PoliceOne columnist Chuck Remsberg discussed the serious risks even naked suspects can pose.|
We asked P-1 members to share their own stories of encounters with naked subjects and your response, which ranged from humorous to poignant, was outstanding. In this PoliceOne Mailbag article we share a cross section of what we heard from you.
Although we couldn't put them all in the newsletter, they are available in an extended version of this article online here.
Members Respond to Dealing with Naked Suspects
I worked for the city of South Bend, Ind., uniform patrol in one of the tougher neighborhoods. I recieved a call that a naked man had ran through a glass doorway into a very large church just outside my beat area. I was the first to arrive on the scene and found that the 10-96 male had ran through a double glass door and was being held down by 6 members of the church staff. The church was full and the male party was screaming scripture backwards.
When I ran to the naked male all of the members holding him down jumped off of him. I was able to restrain him by myself and he was transported to the hospital in shackles. I found no other reason for him to do what he did other than he was 10-96 and he had no cuts or was any blood found considering he just ran through a glass door. He was found not to be intoxicated in any way.
Fast forward 2 weeks, I heard a call go out again about a naked man on the roof of the house screaming scripture at the people watching. Myself and another officer rolled up and found the male standing on the roof of the house totally naked and acting out of his mind, it was the same male from 2 weeks before. After several other officers arrived I advised my Captain that I was going to climb onto the roof and try to talk the male down. The house was a 2-story, built in the 20s with a steep roof line. Since the male was naked I removed my gun belt but retained my cuffs and climbed up the back deck to get onto the roof.
While I waited for the fire department to arrive I tried to start a conversation with the male but he would not talk to me and acted like I was not there. As I tried to get closer to him he would back away and walk down to the edge of the roof. At one point when I was almost close enough to grab him he jumped from one roof to the other which was about 10 feet away. When I backed away he jumped back to the roof I was on and continued screaming at the crowd. Finally after about 1 hour I was able to get him to jump down onto the first story porch roof where we had placed 2 other officers and we were able to tackel him and get him cuffed. We loaded him into the ladder trucks bucket and lowered him to the ground and again took him the the hospital where he is to this day. Thankfully no one was hurt and all is well.
Officer Rod Laureys
We received a call regarding a male who had been pounding on a citizen's door demanding to see a female that did not live there. When ordered off the property by the homeowner, he walked past his car and started down the street taking off his clothes as he walked. While responding we were advised of a naked male in the parking lot of a church behind the local K-Mart.
My first officer arrived a minute or two before me. As I drove up the hill toward the church, the subject ran out of the parking lot and directly toward my unit. I stopped and he ran to the front of my unit, stopped, and placed his hands on my hood. I exited, thinking "this is an easy arrest," and started to handcuff him.
When the first cuff snapped on he pulled free (badly scratching my hood). I emptied an entire canister of Pepper Spray at point blank range toward his nose and eyes, with no visible effects. By that time two other officers were with me, and we attempted to swarm him. He carried all three of us (probably close to 400 lbs., total ) several feet from the front of my car to the back of another car, where he attempted to bite one of my officers.
We managed to get him on the ground where he promptly attempted to bite my finger (fortunately I was wearing Kevlar lined gloves). Getting him onto his stomach, we managed to finish cuffing him, and applied a hobble. He was face down on the pavement with an officer laying across his legs, another across his back, and my 250 lbs distributed with 1 foot on his buttocks, and another between his shoulders. The subject was repeatedly lifting the three of us several inches off the ground.
Two city officers arrived, took one look, and grabbed riot batons out of their cars. The EMS squad arrived, and we secured him on their cot. I detailed two units to ride with the squad. We were able to determine that he had gotten off work at Damon's in a city about 1-2 hours south of our county. It is believed that he drove up to visit friends at Kent State University, and evidently indulged in some LSD, prior to showing up at the citizen's door.
That was the last time I ever took a "naked subject" call lightly.
I was on patrol with the Seargent, this call was regarding a person who tried to hang herself. As soon as we arrived to the scene, we found this girl, around 24, naked on this filthy room. We took control of the situation, there was a man who helped cut down the robe.
What struck me most, was the fact that I knew this girl. In my regular job I am a high school teacher. I was this girl's teacher at least 9 years before. She was under the influence of drugs. We helped her get dressed. While on the floor, sitting down, and even though she was in her ordeal, once she look at me, the first thing she said was that I had taught her United States History. At this point the Emergency Care Unit was taking care of her.
Somehow, we are never prepared to encounter this situation. Oddly enough, to find this girl in such a drama, gave more sense to what I am doing as a policeman: To serve and protect those who need us most and care for them.
Auxiliary PO Angel Mejias-Reyes
While working in the North Jail I noticed an inmate standing in the corner of the Inmate Services room much like a kid on time out. This large room is used for such things as church services, hair cuts, education classes...and also serves as a holding area when not being used for something else.
Ok, I get a call of some type of disturbance at an apartment in the...uh, lower end of the low rent district. Three officers are sent, but I get there before anyone else. I go to the door of the single story one room apartment, which faces outside. I listen at the door and can hear some strange music, which was found to be the result of a stuck rap music CD. Who can tell with rap? I could also hear someone lying on the floor on the other side of the door, rambling in unrelated gibberish, talking to no one in particular. I knocked on the door, and heard immediate banging and crashing on the inside. Fearing that someone was injured, held against his or her will, or worse, I opened the door. Inside I saw a completely naked black male, dripping in sweat, still speaking gibberish. When he saw me, he headed for the door and me, wild eyed and frantic. He started screaming obscenities at me, and was yelling "Shoot me, shoot me!"
I was still standing outside the apartment when he got to the door. I put my hand against his chest, stopped him and told him to stay where he was and calm down. He stepped back, and started for the door again, still yelling "Shoot me, shoot me!" I pulled my O.C. spray, aimed between his eyes and started spraying. He took a step back and opened his mouth as wide as he could. I continued spraying until he closed his mouth and took another step back. I gave him the adult dose.
He then turned and ran to the bathroom. Knowing that he was obviously a few french fries short of a happy meal, I put my spray up and pulled my gun as I entered the apartment, and put a bed between me and the room he had gone into. I could see that there was no one else in the apartment, but could hear him crashing around in the bathroom. The music was still blasting from his stereo when he came out of the bathroom. He was now frothing at the mouth, which complimented his wild eyes and gibberish. Once out of the bathroom, he turned around, bent over and spread both cheeks. You think maybe in his own sweet little way he was asking me out? He then turned back around. As he moved forward, I put my hand on his head and placed him face down on the bed, as the other officers entered the apartment. I handcuffed him and kept him on the bed. I unplugged the stereo and looked around the apartment, which was pretty much trashed.
Once cuffed, he began intentionally convulsing and tearing up what was left of his apartment. We moved furniture out of his way as he crashed against the walls and ran into furniture. Finally I put him on the floor and held his head down while another officer held his feet. He was writhing, cussing and trying to spit on us. I had an officer get a pillowcase off of his bed, and I put it over his head so he couldn't spit on us. We called for a stretcher, and while waiting he kept raising his butt in the air, trying to put it in the other officer's face. We had just met and he was already two timing me. Finally a stretcher arrived, and he was placed on it and strapped down. He was taken to the hospital, where he was given some serious drugs to put him out. He was then taken to the psychiatric ward for observation.
Officer Phil Smith
I was working an early Sunday morning watch with the California Highway Patrol. I was dispatch to cover my beat 24-7 on Highway 17 that goes from Los Gatos to Santa Cruz through the Santa Cruz Mountains.
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