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From: Paul Feiner
6000 Coldwater Canyon Avenue # 13
Valley Glen Ca 91606
Phone: (818) 762 - 8009
To: Burbank Police Department
City of Burbank
P.O. Box 6459
Burbank Ca 91510-6459
Date: May 7th, 2003
The complaints against the Burbank Police Department:
Dear Sir or Madam,
Due to the length of this document, I took a liberty to eliminate certain events that took place during the arrest/detention of March 13th, 2003. I am sure these holes will be addressed, per my complaint, during the internal police investigation.
In the evening of March 13th, 2003, I was unnecessarily detained or arrested by Burbank Police officers on Victory Blvd. in Burbank, California, most likely west of Hollywood Way Blvd.
In the course of an evening of March 13th, 2003, I still do not quite understand what happened. I was coming back home after all day walk along the Victory Blvd. in San Fernando Valley, California. All of a sudden traffic became quite unbelievable. My shoes apparently damaged my feet and my feet were bleeding and excreting water. While I was walking westbound on the sidewalk (on the south side of the Victory Blvd.) a crowd of people came out of the residential building for unexplainable to me reason and I thought these people watched the traffic. While I was passing them an older man and I started talking, for no reason whatsoever. During our brief conversation, I did tell him about my injury and inability to walk further. I think, I even told him I live in a building at the corner of Coldwater Canyon and Oxnard. The gentleman offered to give me a ride home and while we started to proceed to his car (I believe it was an old Volvo) I changed my mind. Mainly, because of my former experiences in dealing with Americans - I do find them untrustworthy. Henceforth, I became hesitant to get a ride home especially from someone I did not even know, nor knew. Instead, I did tell him to call the police. He was trying to talk me out of it, but I told him that it might be better off if I get assistance of the police. I kept insisting on it. I think, shortly afterwards someone told me to wait as they already notified the police.
Right away, after the police arrived, the Burbank police officers placed me in handcuffs and then ordered myself to sit on the curb. I indicated to the officers that I might loose my balance and fall. I do weigh 257 lbs, wear prescription glasses and was considerably hurt due to the all day walk. Of course, police officers ignored my requests and I had to comply with his stupid american-fascist requests, not to say ridiculous. I was unable to sit down on the curb, as the handcuffs for some reason were disturbing my balance, so I got on my knees. The officer or officers still kept insisting that I sit on the curb. I did not know this, at the time of arrest, but I believe the main problem was that I was supposed to remove my prescription glasses while addressing american police officers. Because of their orders I did sit on the soles of my walking shoes. I was right against the curb, so it appeared as I did comply with the horseplay and abuse of Burbank cops. We kept talking during the entire incident.
Finally, I was granted permission to stand up and the conversation continued. I did not see this then, but I see it now. The Burbank Police officers found that I am from Europe and I am a college graduate out off Cal State University, L.A. Thus, they decided to have a nice easy and fun evening. Instead of doing their police work; the Burbank cops wanted to have a good time and horseplay with me. And of course, I had no choice but to go along with their fun and accommodate 'em, after all, I was in handcuffs. At first, I refused to get in to their patrol car, but the officers (definitely, at that point there were more than just one officer and I to the best of my recollection there was additional police vehicle or vehicles.) The officers kept arguing with me and I noticed that I had no choice but to get in to the patrol vehicle and I did. After I got in, I was being driven by just one police officer but he was confused where to take me: to my doctor or to the Burbank Police Station. I think, I told the officer that I do not have a doctor. So, he ended up driving me to Burbank Police station. Then officer told me that they cannot process me at the police station and left me in a patrol car in a small dark parking lot. He returned with an another police officer and we started driving to the so called doctor, which is the Psychiatric Ward of the UCLA Medical Center in Sylmar, California.
We did talk some more in the patrol car and I noticed that we might be driving too fast in relation to the cars on the freeway and indicated that to the police officers sitting up front. I believe, the patrol car did slow down as a result of my complaint. I was becoming annoyed and started to curse. The police officers told me not to do that so I did apologize.
But later on, I think, I cursed some more during our conversation as a direct result of the stupidity of the situation.
When we arrived at the UCLA Medical Center the two police officers escorted myself to the small waiting area and I could not believe my eyes, there already were 6-8 police officers in their twenties and early thirties, just literally standing still there, in that tiny space of the waiting room at the Mental Health Clinic. All of these cops were standing there doing absolutely nothing. They all appeared to have a good time (were joking, laughing and wasting time) and yet there was a single male patient crying and sitting on one of the chairs right against the wall. All of these officers are being paid by the taxpayer's money so they can waste as much time by sitting in a hospital and having good time, after all they are being handsomely paid.
The officers kept me in handcuffs the entire time and one police officer started to fill out paperwork with my personal information by asking me questions and everything was done in an incredibly slow manner.
Finally, the two officers took me or dragged me to yet another room were we started completely idiotic conversation. I told them that they should contact my neighbors. The Burbank police officers continued this idiotic conversation and I became agitated that they just want to waste their time by baby-sitting me. One of them did agree to that and he told me that he actually is willing to stay with me till the end of his shift. Because they did not like what I was telling them, one of them took black strap and did tie it halfway between my knees and ankles. I became totally and painfully immobilized (my hands were cuffed and my legs were strapped) and horrified at their american stupidity.
I do not know how long this all lasted, but at one point the doctor came and asked me several questions for which I gave him answers for. The doctor left and I was left with the two american policemen for an another while.
Apparently the black strap around my legs must have been removed because to the best of my recollection one police officer or perhaps both of them were escorting me to tiny room. I am surprised now that the american police officers removed the black strap around my legs, after all they could have kept the strap and let me hop, just like a rabbit. I saw three or four individuals (both male and female - hospital staff) including the doctor sitting right in front of myself, as I was approaching them. While we were walking the police officer was holding my left elbow, at that point I started to turn around toward the american cop. At that point the cop or cops grabbed me pulled me away from the doctor and two or three female doctors or assistants and pushed me toward my left. I was pushed so hard that I ended up running with the cop through a door just few feet away into a large room with bunch of beds. The cop pushed me and through me, face down, on one of these beds. At that point they were placing leather belts around my wrists and removing the handcuffs. At that time I was given a shot and I passed out, probably for three or four days.
I presume the Burbank police officers spent the rest of their shift writing police report titled "We Burbank Cops Busted European Home-Boy" to make themselves look really good for the american job well done. And the american taxpayer's paid for it.
When I came around and woke up as apparently the hospital discontinued administering shots to me there was yet another mental patient in one of the beds who also claimed to be Paul Feiner. Just like myself.
I wanted to have some additional fun and I did manage to escape from the psychiatric ward, where a taxi service was provided to me by the Burbank's PD finest. I am referring here to the doubtful courtesy of police officers of Burbank Police Department, who did drive me to the psychiatric ward in question. After I escaped, the officers of the Sheriff’s Department arrested myself as I was enjoying a walk just south of the UCLA Hospital, right by the residential area with one member of the hospital male staff, who was following me to keep me company and kept informing myself that I am not allowed to escape. Of course, I took a liberty to ignore his verbal reminders. Apparently, as I found out one is not allowed to escape from the psychiatric ward and that, by all means, includes myself.
The officers of the Sheriff Department brought me back to my bed at the psychiatric ward and the leather restraints replaced handcuffs. So, I was in bed restrained by leather belts. I ended up quite confused with high fever and high blood pressure. Nonetheless, I do not remember when was this, but the woman in a bed across the room, started talking to me. She told me that I saw something that allowed me to escape. I do not remember what else we talked about, but at one point several people came around her bed and started using force to restraint her, for unexplained and unknown to me reason. They were also using force to restrain her legs in order to give her a shot or injection. I heard her scream: "What do you think - I like it rough?". Overall, I did find that as very american, barbaric and odd hospital procedure, to say the least. Then, everyone who restrained her dispersed and the confused woman ended up sitting on her bed. I think, they put her in leather restraints just like mine. Because she could not use her arms and hands the member of the male staff came to her bed in order to pull up her hospital garment, as her breasts were about to show. That was the same very helpful man that chased after me when I escaped.
After all this, I was transferred from UCLA Hospital in Sylmar to the Mission Community Hospital in Panorama City, California for yet another psychiatric treatment and finally discharged. I am still failing to understand what all this managed to accomplish.
Sincerely yours,
Paul Feiner
Date: Wednesday, May 28th, 2003
