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5 Sept 2015
5 Sept 2015
I am walking away from the police, to the pool entry- which is where both I’m
looking for Cody’s family to pull in to pick him up, and where my belongings/keys are. I’m
either going to leave alone, or leave with him. And every step I make is to do just that.
Transcript:
Epps: (to Cody) At this point are we looking for your shoes? Hold on for one second.
Cody: Yeah.
Epps: Nobody. I’m just taping him, because I don’t trust them.
Gallimore: We are not going to continue walking around. At this point in time.
Epps: I’m getting my keys. [0:33, can see Cody’s knuckles bleeding- badly.]
Gallimore: If you wanna take him home, that’s perfectly fine. You’re gonna have a seat right
here.
Cody: My dad.
Epps: Hey Traci. Hey MiKaylin (sp?). Can you bring me my keys?
Epps: (to Cody) When you say you see him – Look at me in my eyes – When you say you see
him, do you mean “him” your Dad, or “him” the ride?
Epps: I know Cody. Ok. So do you have another number [phone number that we can call, as
the first folks we called had not yet arrived to pick him up, or in the alternative for me to let
them know I was bringing him home].
Cody: Huh?
Epps: [whispering, to Cody] I don’t want them to take you, ok? [He’d told me before
recording he was scared and wanted his Dad behind the tree, and even then was saying are
they gonna take me?]
Epps: [to Gallimore] He does. [= “Cody does live over here.” I already knew this bc I’d already
been with him and calmed him before the cops ever came.]
Epps: [to Traci] Can you bring me my keys? Can you just bring me my keys?
…stuff in here
Carroll: He’s my neighbor. He lives in 7101 with his mother and his sister.
Epps: (to Cody) Let’s see if we can go get you in the house. Aight?
Epps: [to Ofc. Green] Hi Sir. [my first interaction with him this day.]
Green: Hi.
Epps: So look at me Cody. She’s going to give me my keys. We’ll drive you back over there
and see if you can get in the house.
Gallimore: We’re not going to continue walking around here. [but just a moment before he
said I could get my keys and take Cody home.]
Epps: Don’t let—What he needs right now is not men with guns.
Gallimore: But me chasing you around is not going to happen [chasing. Wait, which is it?
Was I interfering and in your way, or you had to chase me? Was this a slow speed walk chase?
A walk chase to wear my car keys were, when you’d told me I could leave AND could take Cody
home?]
Epps: He doesn’t need men with guns. Can I just get my keys and give him a ride?
Gallimore: He can have a seat right here. You can have somebody else –
Epps: Can we get some de-escalation training? Sir Sir just please please –
Epps: Do you not get that he is not with you right now?
Epps: Ok. I’m just not leaving him. I’m not leaving him. [I’d been with this man from before
the cops arrived and did not want to abandon him.]
[at this moment girl who either said she was stepsister, or said stepsister was coming, arrives.]
Epps [to Leah]: Oh, you know him? Great. Great great great great great.
--this case
Gallimore: No! We’re not trying to take him anywhere. We want to go get him back where
we know he goes
Gallimore: FINE.
Epps: Can we just get him away from them? What do you need, Leah?
Gallimore: She don’t have to tell us anything. We just want to make sure he gets back to his
residence where he’s safe and everybody.
Leah: Oh my gosh.
Epps: How many complaints do you have against yourself at this point, Green?
Green: You’re causing more problems than needs to be. We were gonna take him to his
house without you.
Epps: Leah can you please just take him where he needs to go? [We now have found and
picked up Cody’s shoes.]
Green: Anyways, like we were like we were discussing outside of what she needed to get
herself involved in. We were here to make sure –
Green: Please get out of my way. [I was not in his way, in anyway.]
Gallimore: If you continue to interrupt him while he’s speaking to her. I’ma take you for
interfering. [um, “continue”? what “interruption"?]
Epps: Interfering with arrest? You said you’re not arresting him.
Epps: I’m not talking to you. I’m just gonna make sure he gets home. I’m just gonna make
sure he gets home.
Green: --- attention. … We just wanna make sure he gets to where he needs to be.
Epps: Well everyone was doing that just fine without you.
Green: Can you please help us out, help us make sure he gets to where he needs to go.
Epps: And this is exactly why we don’t call men with guns
Green: We heard about him doing some things that was a little, um…
Epps: And he wasn’t trespassed. And he was allowed to leave. Before you interrupted
Green: No! Bc if you’re here without permission – [I thought this was overtly racist. I was
the only black person there, and he was suggesting I couldn’t have lived there in such a nice
neighborhood.]
Epps: I beat two trespass charges this year; try again. Try again.
Epps: I’m not, I’m not. I’m done. [I’m leaving. Cody is walking to the car; I’m walking to get
my keys.]
Epps: Leah- I just wanna make sure Leah gets her friend home.
[Note: Shouldn’t Green have stopped interrogating me when I’d already told him directly I
was done with him and his questions?]
Epps: Are you really, like, are you really you really, there’s no crime in Aurora for you to go
deal with?
Green: There’s plenty of crime, but this is what I’m here for.
Epps: Well then good. I’d rather you be harassing me than them.
Green: So since you’re here, since you wanna get involved in everything. [Please notice how
the cops are all still behind me, all following me as I’m walking away from them and to my
belongings so I can leave.]
Epps: Cody, stay with Leah. Stay with Leah. [Bc Cody has started to wander off, I am no
longer with him. Instead of following Cody, Green is following ME.]
Green: Are you here legally or are you not here legally?
Epps: I do not have to answer that question and I’m not going to, and you know I fuckin
know my rights.
Green: Alright well then how about this. How about you come over here and sit down –
Epps: Leah- Please just let me see that Leah gets him home.
Green: Alright, so now, now that’s we’re now that we’re past this point –
Epps: [still silent. Not arguing. Just leaving. All they had to do was fist bump me and say, “hey,
thanks for looking out for him til we or his family got here. Thanks.”]
Epps: We can!
Epps: We can. And we can take all day to do it? So that you can’t harass other people.
Epps: We’ll do it after we make sure he gets back. [My voice is in a questioning tone her,
plaintive, exasperated. Again, the cops are focused on ME, not the young man in need of help.]
Green: You have absolutely nothing to do with this. [6:35, that’s property manager Andrew
Carroll in the dark glasses, stocky, Under Armour ball cap, goatee walking along side now]
Epps:
Green: You go back that way, so we can figure out who you’re here with. [Please note that
the way he’s pointing is back toward the stone steps, NOT toward my belongings/keys/exit,
which is where I was headed, steadily, to leave. He’s now telling me to go back, versus
continuing on to exit as I’d been doing.]
Cody: (from the vehicle, to me) Thank you lady. [Can’t hear this well, but it’s what I’m
replying to.]
Me: Thank YOU Cody. [Cody had popped his head through window and said “hey lady, it’s
Koh-DEE.” You can’t hear this on tape, but before I’d been calling him Koda, in our curbside
convo before the police ever even came. This was now a special moment for me bc it was a
rare moment of almost clarity/lucidity for him. That’s why I then thanked him by name.)
Green: Stop –
Me: Sir, that’s not even a problem. I just wanted to make sure he got gone.
Epps: (Sighs. Nods yes.) [I’m sure I was rolling my eyes too, as I’d been asking for my keys for
seven minutes at this point.]
Carroll: Everybody leaves the property. I’m the agent from the property.
Epps: [7:00 to Carroll, I do not address Green. Completely calm and polite in this moment.]
May I get my things, Sir?
Leah: Thanks again. (you can’t hear this well on tape, but that’s what she said; she was
waving at me, smiling nervously- seemed relieved.)
Epps: Thank you Leah. Be good Cody. (An adult woman drives off with Cody. I can’t recall if
Leah was in the car or not.)
[7:06 This is when I turn the camera around to show the cops trailing me.]
Epps: So these, we’re – literally – this is Officer Green who’s – [turns camera to Green.]
Epps: So he’s not just a racist, he’s a classist and a sexist. Officer Warner’s not that bad –
Green: Let’s go. [which is asinine bc we are steady walking, me in front, and walking swiftly at
that]
Epps: – he just lies on the stand. [I’m referencing our motions hearing, July 2015, in which
Warner did indeed lie on the stand (or maybe he just “misremembered”) about the incidents
of him arresting me 4/19/15. That case was completely dismissed all charges dropped,
7/30/15.]
Epps: I’ve read your jacket. [a reference to the fact that certain extra aggressive cops are well
known to be, well, aggressive. Matthew Green is one that my friends have described as
particularly sadistic, antagonistic, just plain mean.]
Epps: YES.
Epps: Are you not, are you not familiar – Ugh. I’m not even. Ugh. Anyway.
Green: You’ve never read ANYTHING of mine. [I’m walking now even faster to the gate. He’s
continuing to antagonize me no matter how many times I try to disengage from the
conversation.]
Epps: Anyway. Anyway, this one over my shoulder is the same one who arrested me on
April 19. There’s a man who’s clearly having a mental incident. And these fools call the
police. And are tying to take – the police are trying to take him in. [my main thought here
was a mental facility, not necessarily jail. I was thinking about Paul Castaway. And when my
own home was invaded August 2012 by cops allegedly on a well check. These cops did NOT
have “CIT” Crisis Intervention Team IDs, and frankly yes I was worried for the kid- and he was
worried too. I was helping him get to his family. What happened from there was not my
concern. But even if he was going to be taken to a facility, I wanted his family to know what
was happening- right then.]
Green: No, we’re just trying to take him to his house. [Note, I’m still talking to the camera, to
my friends. NOT talking to the cop at ALL. He keeps interrupting and forcing me to
acknowledge him. Just like earlier when I was silent as he berated me, again this time he kept
interjecting, antagonizing. He was trying to provoke me, and at least verbally, unfortunately,
he did.]
Epps: – you didn’t even know what he said! [referencing that the cops weren’t even on scene
when Cody was telling me 15 minutes earlier where he lived, etc.]
7:42 we are now at the gate, where I have to wait for someone to let me in so I can retrieve
my shoes, purse, etc.
Green: To his house, to his house, to his house, thank you very much. [sing-songy taunting
tone. Like he legit sounds like a child here.]
Epps: So in addition to being a liar, this one doesn’t – oh shit. [I see more cops coming up.
7:45, Green turns to look as well.]
Epps: And now these fools are just gonna give them information to lock him up. [I’m
[7:48 Still waiting at the gate, waiting on someone to let us/me in so I can get my things and
leave.]
[7:56 The gate is FINALLY opened. I IMMEDIATELY step through the gate, this is literally the
first time in the entirety of the filming that I’ve been allowed (almost allowed) access to my
things.]
Epps: Get yourself, just get – you have no, no –[I was going to say “no compassion.”]
Green: So who are you here with? [I’m now very near to the beach chair were part of my
things were; the other part of my belongings, Banana Republic elephant big filled with Fizzy
Izzys and sodas, my espadrilles – none of which I ever got back. 8:03 This is significant bc once
I am FINALLY allowed to access my belongings, Green resumes harassing, interrupting, and
won’t let me get my things and leave.]
Epps: I already said that I would! [This is where/when he first reaches for me. I recoil. I have
diagnosed PTSD, documented and still being treated. My PTSD is cop-induced.]
Green: Alright then Leave right now. [It felt quite clearly to me that he was saying “well since
you won’t answer my questions, then leave right now- again, I was already leaving. Would’ve
been gone if he hadn’t kept interrupting me.]
Epps: We’ve got bond on Tuesday; we can do this then. [It was a holiday weekend, Labor
Day. Courts would be closed on Monday. I’m flippantly referencing that this issue he’s
instigating will have to wait until Tuesday. I guess I am naïve, but I STILL didn’t for one
moment think I was about to get arrested., at least not taken into custody. Based on the way
he was phrasing his wording I did think he was going to try and falsely charge me with
Epps: Leave. Leave right now. Go out that way. [Note, this is yet another different direction. It
was so helpless feeling, like I was a marionette on a string and they can just flex their power
by barking jump as if our only response should be “how high?”.]
[8:14 Green grabs at me again. My voice changes sharply. Now I’m yelling, crying, and I was
terrified.]
Green: I will get your stuff. [Note: this is the first time he offers this. Although I’d asked for my
belongings many many times. Only now that I’m in the pool near them does he “offer.”]
Epps: Let me tell you what you’re not going to do – [the camera starts angling bc Green
keeps grabbing at me and yes I’m trying hard to avoid being touched by him. He’d said
nothing about arresting me- he just kept saying “Let’s go”, which was ridiculous as I was
FINALLY at my keys- like maybe 10’ away, if that, and he won’t let me leave on my own.]
Epps: No! No you will not! [Note: I NEVER DID GET my stuff. Elephant bag and espadrilles
never returned. Idc so much about the drinks.]
Epps: The property manager told me I could get my things! You cannot do that!
Green: Out the gate. [He’s now ordering me OUT of the gate, not allowing me to get the things
I went IN the gate to get.]
Epps: NO! No! You cannot touch me![Note: I am NOT refusing to leave – of course I’m not, I’d
been asking for my keys to leave for at this point over 8 videotaped minutes. I was screaming
NO at him putting his hands on me. I was barely dressed, and every time he tried to grab me
he grabbed where my (very small) shorts covered. My NO was wanting his hands off me. I was
being assaulted by a man with a gun. That’s how I felt; it’s how I still feel.]
Epps: There are children here Sir! [Seeing a bikini clad woman in tears dragged off by cops
could be traumatic to anyone, but especially to young children, some of whom I’d been
laughing and playing with 30-45 minutes earlier.]
Epps: Stop this! Stop this! [Green is now twisting my arm and pinning me to the gate. I am in
intense pain.]
Green: Leave. [He’s mocking me. He has my wrist, is twisting it, is pinning me against the gate,
but is in a sarcastic tone telling me to “leave.”]
Warner: Ma’am.
Epps: Noooo! [I’m screaming and crying as Green is continuing to twist my wrist.]
Epps: Look at him! Look at him! [I turn the camera around with the one hand that I have
almost free, to point the camera at Green, to try and show him putting his hands between my
leg and alternately reaching for my phone.]
Epps: Look at him! [8:38 you can clearly see there are now 3 cops surrounding me at the gate,
with them twisting both my wrists. I truly believe my wrist is breaking.]
Epps: I’m at a fucking barbecue! [I manage to wriggle loose- somehow. And do try to grab my
keys. I admit that.]
Epps: Take your hands off me. [They are mocking me, they have my arm wrapped around
this gate, I can’t move, but are speaking as if I am free to move freely.]
Epps: (I shriek- loudly.) OWWWWW He’s fucking breaking my arm [8:53 This moment was
the absolute worst.]
Epps: Sir.
Epps: Sir- NO! [Again, I’m shrieking in pain, I am not refusing any order. I can’t move anyway;
I’m detained. Warner now has my wrist, unclear what Green is doing at this moment.]
Carroll: Find out who the resident is- and I’ll talk to them out here.
Epps: Sir!
Epps: Let go of my fingers! [Again, this is a tactic with which I’m familiar. It’s like Anthony
Waller: the cop will literally have his foot on your neck pinning you to the ground and order
you to lift your head up. That’s what this was. Green was – it felt like he was trying to rip my
fingers out of their sockets.]
Green: Let go of the gate. [I’m beyond exasperated now. He’s mocking me. He has my
arm/wrist wrapped around the gate near the door hinge.]
Green: You’re no longer doing that, because you’re taking your time. You’re not doing
anything.
Epps: Thanks.
Green: You’ve already had your chance to leave. [except I hadn’t. literally. Never had. The
second I got through the gate he began demanding to know who I was there with, although
I’d already said multiple times I didn’t want to answer their questions.]
Me: Not we! Let HER get it. [I was speaking of my friend; instead the cops intervened and I
never did get my things back.]
Epps: The only good things about this is that at least they’re not harassing – [I was thinking:
if you’re harassing me at least you can’t be busy harassing some other poor person. But I’m
interrupted because the cops then yank me to the ground.]
Warner: Epps.
Epps: Why are you doing this? [Note how much calmer I am with Warner, who isn’t QUITE as
overtly sadistic and antagonistic as Green.]
Epps: (Exasperated sigh.) [I’m being handcuffed, but til that point still have managed to hold
on to my phone.. somehow.]
Epps: Yeah, relax. With two men with guns holding me.
Green: Put your right hand above your head. [Note: I’d have been long gone if they’d just let
me get my keys minutes earlier.]
Epps: Get your hands off my – [every time Green swipes for me he touches me
inappropriately. Only him, out of the 4 cops I dealt with, only him, but almost every touch of
his]
Epps: Don’t do it! Do not do it! [Green is grabbing for my phone to turn it off. This scares me
more than anything other than my wrist hurting. All I’m thinking of is Sandra Bland.]
Epps: Do not fucking do it! [I know once he turns my phone off any chance of me being safe is
gone.]
Epps: (crying) Three grown men to subdue one woman… [Now Green has me on my stomach
on the ground I’m wearing a bikini, a small tank top, and daisy dukes. ]
Green: Yes, because you can’t obey orders. That’s exactly right.
Epps: You don’t have the authority to order me to do shit! [I know that’s harsh but it’s what I
meant: I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I did not believe any of their requests at this point
were reasonable or lawful, or even doable- e.g. telling me to take my hands off the gate when
Green was the one holding me to the gate.]
Green: You must’ve missed that part where – [9:58, loud audible clinching noise- he
tightened the handcuffs.] – we do have authority.
Epps: Noooo (moan) Stop it! [He’s digging into my back and pinning me to the ground; I’m
trying to keep my phone on.]