This is a story I mentioned in a recent column…
What happened to me is important for many reasons and needs to be explained. We live in the greatest country on the planet, no argument. However many of our freedoms and fair treatment are being taken away and we need to step up and stop this dangerous trend before we look more like Germany in 1938.
I realize I’m a high profile guy. And I know many of you think of me as a womanizer.
Regardless, that has little to do with the insane police action taken against me one year ago.
On the evening of July 4th, a young lady I was seeing took a cab to my condo around 11 PM. It was already late, but it was a holiday. And she was clearly wasted when she arrived. She has a bad drinking problem and often carries a bottle of whiskey in her purse like she did that night.
To conceal her identity, let’s call her Julie.
I was aware she had a few DUI’s, thus the cab ride. Julie lived near Westport in Missouri and I live in Fairway on the Kansas side. You can see by her photo the reason I kept seeing her. So yes, there were red lights, but I never expected something like this to happen. I’m pretty nice to the young ladies I see.
Julie came in and continued to drink as it got later. I’d known her off and on for 15 years; she’d worked at Stanford’s in Westport as a cocktail waitress in the early 2000s and was always a looker. But she always had a boyfriend, so I was always kinda the back up guy. Which was fine.
Now Julie’s around 30 and wants a full time man. Oh boy.
Later the phone rang around midnight and it was a different girl wanting to know what was up. And Julie got mad because the other girl had called. But hey, we weren’t a full time couple and it was an innocent call.
A few minutes later another call came in. Now Julie’s really pissed, plus her bottle is empty and I’m out of booze. So she leaves without a word, just takes off. Oh well, I wanted to sleep with her, but what could I do?
A few minutes later the phone rang – well after 1 AM.
“Mister Glazer, we have a Julie here with us. This is the Fairway Police. She says her boyfriend hit her.”
I said, “Really, did you get the guy?”
“Well not yet,” the officer responded. “She says you’re the boyfriend.”
I said, “Look officer, I’ve lived here 8 years and never had one problem as you must know. I’m not her boyfriend, just a guy she sees now and again. And looking at her you can see why.”
Then the officer said, “Can we come talk about this?”
And I responded, “Look, I’m an ex cop. I know you want to come over here and arrest me because she says so, but she’s lying. The story is made up. However, since you may know already this is b.s. if you promise not to arrest me – remember tomorrow is a national holiday and I wouldn’t even get bond for two days – I’ll take your word for it. If I don’t convince you its not true, just send your detectives over Tuesday and they can decide. Fair enough?”
He said, sure.
The police arrived at about 2 AM, moments later. I was getting in bed and had done nothing wrong. Soon I would learn there was no evidence against me at all. It was clearly a made up story and I think they knew that.
But in the middle of the night, I was arrested, taken from my home for no reason and placed in jail out in Gardner, Kansas. I got there at 5 AM. The handcuffs cracked each of my wrists. Nice.
Where did reasonable cause, evidence, etc. go?
The answer is down the drain folks.
Part Two tomorrow.