Didnt know it was a big deal
I (against "advice") returned to the mall this morning where I formerly had my incident. I didn't know it was a big deal. I walked in the doors and strolled right to the office. I walked through the open glass door and stood in front of a secretary who looked up at me. I greeted her and asked her kindly if I could speak to (name removed, well call him) "Ken", the man in charge. She said replied, "Sure, it will be just a minute. Can I have your name?" When I told her she must have realized who I was, and nervously said she will go and get him. At this time she left the room through a door in front of me, in the direction of the inner office. I removed my scarf and coat, sat down facing the desk, folded my legs and waited for Ken.
After about 2 minutes, the door opened behind me. I stood up holding my scarf and jacket expecting to see Ken coming so I could apologize for the whole matter, clear things up, and let him know I'm not a trouble maker and try to "bury the hatchet" so to speak. Instead, I am met by 4 angry looking mall security officers coming in with mace and clubs in hand. I stood up and told them I was only here to see Ken, and didn't want any trouble. They meant business. The first officer in said "Come with me. Now."
At this point I began to have a panic attack again, as I am still suffering mental anguish and trauma since the last time I was attacked by mall security. With arms full of my garments, I started backing towards the door the secretary exited from. I tell them again that I don't want any trouble, I'm leaving as soon as I talk to Ken. The officer in front pointed at me with his right hand told me to "Stop where you are and lay down" while he reached for something on his belt with his left.
This is where I made my mistake. I now panicked at this point and turned around and lunged for the door. Just as I am swinging it open an officer dive tackles me and I am held down. My scarf gets caught on the door frame and rips. I hear one of the four officers saying on his radio that we "got him". I am pulled up by my arms which are bent behind my back while saying "I don't want any problems let me talk to Ken". I am led towards the mall door with the three officers following, and one holding both my arms behind me. One of them remarks "What a dumba--" The security officer holding me lets go of my right arm to open the door.
I jerk my arm around and jump to try to break free and open the door. He scrambles and then gets me in a headlock, during the scuffle we fall into the wall and smash a hole in the plaster, he then knocks me to the ground as another officer pulls out his can of pressurized mace and sprays me in the face. It must have been a different brand because this time it burned a lot more. The other two officers open the door in front of me with clubs in hand. As I am being led out in flexicuffs, being humiliated once again, I squint enough to see that three blurry police officers have just walked into the door of the mall and are walking towards me down the hall in between the crowds of people who have formed. The secuirty officers hand me over to the police.
As requested by my attorney, I won't post any details past this point except that I cooperated with the police without further incident. At my upcoming trial, I am going to file greivances about losing my coat (which was never returned- I think a guard took it) and having my scarf ripped, being assaulted again, and improper procedure. This week just gets worse and worse.
