Character and Fitness
Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 4:00 pm
Well, what do you think?
In the summer of 2009 my extended family was visiting from Florida. We were staying in Cape May Point, New Jersey. My cousin, Jessica, is several years younger than I but significantly older than the rest of our cousins. I decided to take her out for ice cream one night in Avalon, New Jersey, where I was working for the summer.
I was pulled over by the Avalon Police Chief for having only one headlight working. I did not have my registration in my wallet, so I opened my glove compartment and pulled out its contents onto my lap. There lay a knife I had brought crabbing a few days prior. I lifted the knife with both hands, palms facing up, and displayed it to the policeman. The officer began yelling “drop the knife” repeatedly. I was taken out of the car. As I was being cuffed against the side of my car, the officer asked me “how old is the girl?”
“Fifteen,” I replied.
“FIFTEEN!” exclaimed the officer. I was promptly placed in the patrol car.
Several other police cars arrived on the scene and thoroughly searched my car. At the station I was booked for the possession of a weapon in a motor vehicle, nothing else. I was fully cooperative and respectful throughout the entire process and was even told that they appreciate my behavior and it will “help me.”
I was released into the custody of my mother and aunt who were waiting, along with my cousin—the daughter of the aforementioned aunt—on the steps of the police station. I was subsequently issued a summons to appear in court to determine whether I would be formally charged. I hired a lawyer who appeared in court for me. The case was dismissed and the record of its happening subsequently expunged.
In concurrence with my lawyer, the judge and arresting officer regarded this matter as a gross, perhaps even comedic, miscommunication.
In the summer of 2009 my extended family was visiting from Florida. We were staying in Cape May Point, New Jersey. My cousin, Jessica, is several years younger than I but significantly older than the rest of our cousins. I decided to take her out for ice cream one night in Avalon, New Jersey, where I was working for the summer.
I was pulled over by the Avalon Police Chief for having only one headlight working. I did not have my registration in my wallet, so I opened my glove compartment and pulled out its contents onto my lap. There lay a knife I had brought crabbing a few days prior. I lifted the knife with both hands, palms facing up, and displayed it to the policeman. The officer began yelling “drop the knife” repeatedly. I was taken out of the car. As I was being cuffed against the side of my car, the officer asked me “how old is the girl?”
“Fifteen,” I replied.
“FIFTEEN!” exclaimed the officer. I was promptly placed in the patrol car.
Several other police cars arrived on the scene and thoroughly searched my car. At the station I was booked for the possession of a weapon in a motor vehicle, nothing else. I was fully cooperative and respectful throughout the entire process and was even told that they appreciate my behavior and it will “help me.”
I was released into the custody of my mother and aunt who were waiting, along with my cousin—the daughter of the aforementioned aunt—on the steps of the police station. I was subsequently issued a summons to appear in court to determine whether I would be formally charged. I hired a lawyer who appeared in court for me. The case was dismissed and the record of its happening subsequently expunged.
In concurrence with my lawyer, the judge and arresting officer regarded this matter as a gross, perhaps even comedic, miscommunication.