Another Story About Las Vegas Metro
We retired in Las Vegas after my husband served 26 years in the military. In June of 2006 my son who is manic depressive was having an episode where he was so paranoid that a lot of people wanted him dead.I knew he needed medical attention to calm him down because from his appearance looked like he was going to have a heart attack. I called 311 for an ambulance and 2 police officers came and wanted to take over the situation. The rookie said its his first day on the field. Next thing I knew he called a back up of police cars where they surrounded my house with there guns drawn. I told the rookie “Look,I don’t want any shooting here’ not even a second after I heard about 7 shots,one louder than the others. That time I was at the side of the house talking to the rookie. I even wanted to talk to the supervisor when they arrived but the rookie said “no,no”. They approached the house with no lights or sirens. My son didn’t even know there were cops outside. The front of my house is surrounded has a locked gate almost 4 feet. They called the house. Phillip came out with his empty hands up and shouted “Go ahead just kill me mother f@ckers”. And that’s exactly what they did. I wasn’t told he was dead until 3 hours later. While he was laying down there dead.
I was told the paramedics were working on him. In spite of 2 ambulances there my son wasn’t taken to the hospital. My son was shot outside my door right behind my locked gate. They searched my house even when I told them they need a search warrant to do it. The coronel investigator named James Vecvar shouted at me and said ‘if you don’t sign this paper giving us permission to search your house you might not even be able to come back to your house’. What was I to do– my husband was a seaman in the middle of the Indian Ocean that time.
My head was spinning around. I knew my son was dead but I was hoping for miracles that this was just a bad dream. But my son is really dead and tragedy haunts me every living day of my life. I tell you this because I don’t see you. Its just like a replay from my head. If you were in front of me I’ll probably just say I don’t want to talk about it. They didn’t just kill my son but as a mother I was subjected to mental torture way beyond a human being. One hour and 20 minutes after the shooting the coroner investigator took me to an dark empty parking lot. Just him and I. He was yelling at me. I thought I would be executed too and no one will ever know how. The system is corrupt. In my heart no matter what there is no justice. It will only be handed to the powerful ones. But we are nobody. Just another taxpaying American hoping for a better society. A better society is inside the walls of military bases where you live in idealism of serving and protecting your mother country. I’m glad I’m older now I don’t have to see what will happen to his country.