All we can do is learn from this, right? Well we can’t learn if we don’t discuss.
The Post-Gazette shuts down its new commenting function for anything Jordan Miles related (or Jerry Sandusky related). City leaders who use Twitter and Facebook to expound on everything from parking meters to economic development to sewer upgrades are maintaining radio silence. And I don’t recall seeing any opinion pieces in print since the trial started, despite cases involving political chicanery or sexual misconduct producing truckloads.
This silence is surely part of the “dynamics that are at play,” too.
That having been written, it should be clear that not only was I not present on Tioga Street two years ago to witness the incident, but I have not been in the courtroom every day to see and hear the totality of the evidence, nor been a juror who has received the benefit of every last of the judge’s instructions. The eight citizens on the jury are the best and only qualified people to decide on the merits of Mr. Miles’ claims and the police officers’ liability.
Nonetheless, media accounts of the trial have given us a lot to reflect upon beyond even the specifics of the incident.
That’s why I don’t believe either story entirely — they both make their protagonists seem way too perfect.
Mr. Miles claims he was walking in the middle of the street from his mother’s to his grandmother’s house, that men raced up to him in a vehicle and poured out barking insanely about guns, drugs and money, that never did any of them say, “Police!” or flash a badge, that he had no way at all to intuit who they were and what they were about, that he spun around and fell helplessly, and that his assailants instantly tackled him, raining blows before, during, and after handcuffing him, all with no conceivable cause or provocation except blood lust and prejudice.
The police officers claim they observed somebody skulking at the wall of a residence, that despite being on an undercover mission in an unmarked vehicle in plainclothes they clearly identified themselves and asked him questions before he bolted, that there was an extended foot chase during which attempts at conversation still continued, that Miles broke one policeman’s hold by spinning around and elbowing the officer in the head then broke another tackle with a rearward kick to an officer’s knee, that he was clearly squirming to hide a gun and apparently somehow succeeded in ditching it during the melee, that three punches to the face and a knee strike to the neck were necessary to subdue him even after he was on the ground with two officers on his back, and that nothing violent or punitive occurred after he was handcuffed.
If the stakes were not so high and such consequential principles on the line, both parties would be exchanging apologies at this point and admitting they “could have handled things better in retrospect.”
Instead we have competing tales of saints on earth. That’s not how life works.
I have an alternate theory to explain Miles’ attempt to flee. I wouldn’t wager very much on it but it might be useful to imagine.
We know the officers stopped Miles because they were looking for hardened drug-dealing criminals in the area, suspected Miles of being a menace to society connected to a menacing network bearing contraband which must be removed from “the streets” — or at the very least of being a desperate burglar likely to sew serious chaos. It’s possible that Miles did in fact attempt to flee out of fear and guilt, though over something wildly less serious.
Maybe he had stolen $20 from him mom’s purse that morning. Maybe he “borrowed” his uncle’s car to go on a date, and returned it, but now assumed the temporary theft had been reported. Maybe he just drank a beer, which being 18 years of age is a crime justifying a little paranoia. Maybe it involved something embarrassing involving S-E-X.
Would that mean that upon turning and running, whatever misfortune followed he had coming to him? Would it mean he effectively waived his Constitutional rights not to be stopped without reasonable suspicion, or arrested without probable cause, or physically subdued without appropriate restraint?
“Well, he ran from the police. Never, ever run from the police.”
That’s outstandingly good advice. It is the advice I will be giving my children, and do give to anybody who seems to require it. It’s the best way to stay safe and save yourself a world of hassle and expense.
Is it law? Is it the end point of the law? Where I was raised, when you’re 14 and drinking beer against the boiler cage at Frick Park near the ball field, in certain circles it was advised that if police discover you and shout, “Police! Right, what’s all this then?” everybody is to run in different directions, instantly and without thinking, as swiftly as possible.
It’s the wrong thing to do, yet some would argue it still doesn’t merit multiple blows to the head and trumped-up charges. Even fools have civil rights.
Similarly, plaintiff’s witness Monica Wooding gave testimony which conflicted with what police submitted in reports regarding her making “prowling” complaints and not recognizing Mr. Miles — whereas on the stand she said Miles was a family friend she knew well, about whom she bore no complaint. Personally I find it difficult to believe that the three officers, even if they were villains, could have been foolish enough to invent witness testimony from whole cloth and then use it to prosecute someone knowing said witness would be summoned to corroborate the tale. So to remain consistent with my theory that “everybody is scum,” and assuming for the sake of argument she did change her story, what does that indicate?
Maybe she witnessed the aftermath of an ugly fracas outside her window and simply wanted to avoid involvement: “I don’t know him, no, he’s not allowed to be here.” “Sure, I’ll say he was prowling, if that will get everybody off my property faster.” Maybe she did know Miles, but not well; maybe at that moment surrounded by police officers Miles looked less like a wholesome friend of the family than he did in the daylight with his viola. Maybe it took daylight, and time, and Miles’ family and community to arouse in Wooding a feeling that it is crucial the community hang together in this.
What does it mean that the one witness to a part of the incident came across as a little bit flaky? Only that the case gets still more difficult for the jury.
There have also been a set of apparent difficulties in the officers’ defense. We’ll only cover a portion of them.
First there is Mountain Dewgate.
It was claimed that during the melee, Jordan reached into his pocket for what officers suspected of being a gun, but turned out to be a bottle of soda. An unfortunate but supposedly reasonable error in perception during a tense, terrifying scrum.
As an observer, I feel as though when a Judge elects to crack wise at the expense of a Police Chief in such a manner, he may be trying to signal to the jury that there are serious problems with the portion of the narrative being presented.
Somehow that soda bottle has been the source of endless snares — it was present, it was denied, it was discarded at the scene of the incident, it was fingerprinted and entered into evidence, it was not entered into evidence because it is considered “food” (which, remind me, if I ever need to murder someone, do it with a can of tuna. The perfect crime!)
However, let’s assume the authorities botched the presentation of that bit of evidence. Mr. Miles is not on trial here, those charges were already dismissed. Does the fact of their scrambling to explain the absence of a bit of tangential evidence indicate that officers are guilty of false arrest, or excessive force, or malicious prosecution? No, maybe they’re just guilty of making a mistake with a Mountain Dew bottle.
However, this is more troublesome:
“He probably did have a gun on him,” Officer Saldutte said, prompting objections from Mr. Miles’ legal team. No gun was ever found, despite a lengthy search of the snow. (P-G, Rich Lord)
At this late date — after failing to find any weapon, after testifying that what they thought was a weapon turned out definitively to be something else, after failing to discover Mr. Miles having any criminal past or criminal connections, after the case against him was dismissed — to continue to insist he probably had a gun strikes me as a gob smacking admission of a lack of objectivity.
Related to that, it is hard as a relatively powerless civilian myself not to be enthusiastic about “constitutional rights” being demonstrated to be strong, real, weighty, vibrant, multitudinous, something we can be absolutely clear that we possess and can count on as a practical matter. Even if they don’t apply here, I just like to see it. That’s my prejudice.
And there’s something to that. Again, these officers are seeking out the worst of the worst. If an officer has a Jordan Miles guilty verdict in her mind, and that causes her to hesitate and consider whether that bulge in a jacket might be a Mountain Dew bottle, and it turns out to be a gun this time around, what then?
Which causes me to reflect — why are we sending wave after wave of tiny groups of people, under cover, in unmarked cars and in plain clothes, into dangerous sections of dangerous neighborhoods to seek out dangerous people, in an environment where any rational person would be terrified, defensive and combative, night after night, in an endless struggle that would leave anybody jaded and a little twisted? Why are we making them do this? Where is all this danger coming from? Why are we at war?
Once upon a time, we thought about trying to ease up. We thought about attempting a very humane and rational deal: don’t anybody dare pull any triggers or else consequences will be widespread and devastating, but so long as you keep it holstered, go ahead and buy, sell and possess whatever you want. Just keep it quiet and don’t embarrass us. We’ll stay out of it.
We’ll stop sneaking around, at immense risk to ourselves and to everybody in the vicinity, hot and bothered to take money, drugs and guns off “the street” for its own sake, night after night after night. We won’t go to Tioga St. unless somebody calls us there or shots ring out.
That facet of the proposed deal went under-reported for obvious reasons, but it was always part and parcel to it. It’s been the linchpin of the deal in cities that have been successful in draining some of the murderous tension out of these neighborhoods.
That deal never got very far in Pittsburgh. It wasn’t the community that rejected it, it wasn’t the drug dealers, it wasn’t the political leaders or even the criminal prosecutors who rejected it. The story of who rejected it has gone gravely under-reported.
We’ve got to cut it out. We’ve got to stop pitting our police officers against poor and desperate citizens in the dead of night for little or no good reason. We’ve got to stop making ourselves sick and crazy.