California police lend Douglas a hand

I really hope that those who can, step up in support of Douglas and law enforcement in general- These charges are wrong and the fact that Douglas was not covered by the defense fund is shocking-

If this circus is allowed to continue I really think all LE should consider the liability and forgo these potential issues by not responding- Really! Maybe these type of incidents should be the jurisdiction of the District Attorney's cops. Let Gallegos be the IC. Our Sheriff or Police do not need to be thinking about this type of criminal action hanging over their head come Monday morning. Who needs the ulcers. We can keep our officers where they need to be, working the beat. Gallegos can go dance for the crazy lady and hope everything works out well or else we will read about him being prosecuted- Right?

If its going to cost you personally this much grief, why bother. This is not a show of support for those who put themselves out there to protect the citizens, this is a showing of great animosity.

I hope that the good guys win this one-

Maybe the money is not coming locally, because locally people have an idea of how out of control the department was under Douglas.

Not having insurance seem pretty damn irresponsible also.

Yes. Absolve police department commanding officers of all responsibility for making reasonable decisions. Admittedly, that's why we pay them the big money. But, hey, why should they have to be accountable for their lack of judgment? If they decide to cut off the social worker and bring in the SWAT team to "deal with" a mentally ill woman, who are we civilians to question it?

I don't care where he gets his defense money from. Let other police help him TRY to defend his non defensible position. What bothers me about the entire affair is the fact that the judge is letting UNIFORMED officers sit in the court room en masse. That is a form of witness intimidation and should be disallowed.

This just shows what type of tax leeching scum this government filth really is. The "city" of Eureka government needs to be disbanded, and those who have stolen from American Citizens must be made to pay for their crimes. Extortion is illegal- and that's all taxation is.

Embrace Liberty and let's get a measure on the ballot to disband these bastards- and put another measure for Citizens to be able to smash out any and all government workers teeth, and cut off heads of their leaders.

Why pay extortion payments ( taxes ) to see unarmed civilians cut down by goon squads?

The line is being drawn in the sand and we must choose between fighting an evil empire or entering into slavery. Taxation is slavery!

It would be a lot easier to donate if the SubStandard Times Slander would do a comprehensive journalism piece that included information about how to make a donation to the defense fund. Truly, I'm not surprised. If you wish to make a donation to this fund, visit the City of Eureka's homepage and click on the Chief Douglas Defense Fund link to donate via paypal. That link is here: http://www.ci.eureka.ca.gov/depts/cm/douglas....
Don't assume that someone else will take care of it or that the amount you can donate is too small... every little bit counts and will be appreciated. Pay it forward, Eureka, and let this man know we appreciated his years of service.

I knew Hater Jimenez would be posting on this and to my shock, the first!

Yes HJ, the police are always innocent as you have stated before but while it is being played out the squeeky clean image of peace officers just is not there.

We dont need your good 'ol boy network deciding which laws to enforce and upon whom.

I hope for a conviction.

I have been reading the newspapers in Eureka for quite a while and I have never seen so many cop haters in one little bitty town in my life. A few years ago I stayed in Eureka for about a week, and I have never seen so many strung out dopers in one little town either. Maybe the cops up there should just leave and let the people of Eureka figure things out for themselves. If the people in Eureka can't handle it their way, then they can always call the cops back and be a little nicer to them.

I will be calling Jimmy Smith to voice my opposition that general fund dollars are being used to protect the overzealous corrupt law enforcement that has rained down numerous killings in our community.

Finally two people get held responsible and the community has to come to the rescue.

Who came to the rescue of Cheri Moore, Chris Burgess, and James Cotton/

dont forget that young guy in hoopa, they trapped in his trailer and shot full of tear gas causing a fire killing him. His body was found naked in the shower. Family, fire, EMS were all denied by the police barrier and during the fire.

joe rasso wrote:

I will be calling Jimmy Smith to voice my opposition that general fund dollars are being used to protect the overzealous corrupt law enforcement that has rained down numerous killings in our community.
Finally two people get held responsible and the community has to come to the rescue.
Who came to the rescue of Cheri Moore, Chris Burgess, and James Cotton/

I'm sorry, "Who came to the rescue of Cheri Moore, Chris Burgess, and James Cotton?" Law enforcement came to their rescue, and yours, too. Wake up.

Warrant? she's threatening to burn down the house. Grand jury with absolutely no common sense.

I am for law enforcement in general, but it's just the specific wife-raping child killers that make me angry.

How about a Harpham and Liles cage match?

The more I see bogus attacks against the new Chief Garr Nielsen, the more I understand that ex Chief Douglas was one of the good ole boys who often replaced mature judgment with the same mentality that thought it fun to kill Wiyot women and children on February 25, 1860 on the island of Tutulwat on Humboldt Bay.

Why do we have Law ENFORCEMENT? what ever happened to protect and serve?

the difference in the use of the language shows the intent of the enemy.

kick these bastards to the curb while you still can resist the bankers soldiers, aka law enforcement.

Haines wrote:

Yes. Absolve police department commanding officers of all responsibility for making reasonable decisions. Admittedly, that's why we pay them the big money. But, hey, why should they have to be accountable for their lack of judgment? If they decide to cut off the social worker and bring in the SWAT team to "deal with" a mentally ill woman, who are we civilians to question it?

The police can not make a social worker respond to the see of an incident... Usually the report comes from the social worker/ mental health worker, requesting the police respond. The are famous for the "will you transport this person to the mental health facility because the pt is aggitated and they do not feel safe. Ah but they request you do not use handcuffs or put them in a cage car...duh... anymore absured requests?

Mental Health workers need to step up- It is not the cops fault- The world is not just so and pretending that it is, is dangerous-

anonymous wrote:

Maybe the money is not coming locally, because locally people have an idea of how out of control the department was under Douglas.
Not having insurance seem pretty damn irresponsible also.

You should stop and think before you go spouting off about things you obviously don't know anything about. At least educate yourself about a subject before you rush to judgement and make condescending statements that make you look like a fool. Hillbilly.

Before you bash our local officers, please read this timely piece:
Confessions of a Police Officer
Officer Jill Wragg
Dear Citizens, Neighbors, Friends and Family,
My name is Jill and I am a cop. That means that the
pains and joys of my personal life are often muted by
my work. I resent the intrusion but I confuse my self
with my job almost as often as you do. The label
"police officer" creates a false image of who I really
am. Sometimes I feel like I'm floating between two
worlds. My work is not just protecting and serving.
It's preserving that buffer that exists in the space
between what you think the world is, and what the
world really is.
My job isn't like television. The action is less
frequent, and more graphic. It is not exhilarating to
point a gun at someone. Pooled blood has a disgusting
metallic smell and steams a little when the
temperature drops. CPR isn't an instant miracle and
it's no fun listening to an elderly grandmother's ribs
break while I keep her heart beating. I'm not
flattered by your curiosity about my work. I don't
keep a record of which incident was the most
frightening, or the strangest, or the bloodiest, or
even the funniest. I don't tell you about my day
because I don't want to share the images that haunt
me.

But I do have some confessions to make:
Sometimes my stereo is too loud. Andrea Bocelli's
voice makes it easier to forget the wasted body of the
young man who died alone in a rented room because his
family feared the stigma of AIDS. Beethoven's 9th
symphony erases the sight of the nurses who sobbed as
they scrubbed layers of dirt and slime from a
neglected 2-year-old's skin. The Rolling Stones' angry
beat assures me that it was ignorance that drove a
young mother to draw blood when she bit her toddler on
the cheek in an attempt to teach him not to bite.
Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed
limit on my way home from work because I had trouble
shedding the adrenalin that kicked in when I
discovered that the man I handcuffed during a drug
raid was sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol.
Sometimes I seem rude. I was distracted and forgot to
smile when you greeted me in the store because I was
remembering the anguished, whispered confession of a
teenager who pushed away his drowning brother to save
his own life.

Sometimes I'm not as sympathetic as you'd like. I'm
not concerned that your 15-year-old daughter is dating
an 18-year-old because I just comforted the parents of
a young man who slashed his own throat while they
slept in the next bedroom. I was terse on the phone
because I resented the burden of having to weigh the
value of two lives when I was pointing my gun at an
armed man who kept begging me to kill him. I laugh
when you cringe away from the mess in your teen's room
because I know the revulsion of feeling a heroin
addict's blood trickling toward an open cut on my arm.
If I was silent when you whined about your overbearing
mother it's because I really wanted to tell you that I
spoke to one of our high school friends today. I found
her mother slumped behind the wheel of her car in a
tightly closed garage. She had dressed in her best
outfit before rolling down the windows and starting
the engine.
On the other hand, if I seem totally oblivious to the
blood on my uniform, or the names people call me, or
the hateful editorials, it's because I am remembering
the lessons my job has taught me.
I learned not to sweat the small stuff. Grape juice on
the beige sofa and puppy pee on the oriental carpet
don't faze me because I know what arterial bleeding
and decaying bodies can do to one's decor.
I learned when to shut out the world and take a mental
health day. I skipped your daughter's 4th birthday
party because I was thinking about the six children
under the age of 10 whose mother left them unattended
to go out with a friend. When the 3-year-old offered
the dog the milk from her cereal bowl, the dog
attacked her, tearing open her head and staining the
sandbox with blood. The little girl's siblings had to
pry her head out of the dog's jaws — twice.
I learned that everyone has a lesson to teach me. Two
mothers engaged in custody battles taught me not to
judge a book by its cover. The teenage mother on
welfare mustered the strength to refrain from crying
in front of her worried child while the well-dressed,
upper-class mother literally played tug of war with
her toddler before running into traffic with the
shrieking child in her arms.
I learned that nothing given from the heart is truly
gone. A hug, a smile, a reassuring word, or an
attentive ear can bring an injured or distraught
person back to the surface, and help me refocus.
And I learned not to give up, ever! That split second
of terror when I think I have finally engaged the one
who is young enough and strong enough to take me down
taught me that I have only one restriction: my own
mortality.
One week in May has been set aside as Police Memorial
Week, a time to remember those officers who didn't
make it home after their shift. But why wait? Take a
moment to tell an officer that you appreciate her
work. Smile and say "Hi" when he's getting coffee.
Bite your tongue when you start to tell a "bad cop"
story. Better yet, find the time to tell a "good cop"
story. The family at the next table may be a cop's
family.
Nothing given from the heart is truly gone. It is kept
in the hearts of the recipients. Give from the heart.
Give something back to the officers who risk
everything they have.