My children have been having problems with bullies. Big problems. My daughters glasses were broken by them; my son's coat was ripped off his body when zipped up, destroying the coat; and he was pushed into a puddle of oil, staining his pants and ripping them badly. This harassment happened almost everyday.
So yesterday my husband comes home early. We decide to find out who these bullies are that have been tormenting my kids. I confronted the bullies starting last Thursday, I took pictures of them doing things like ripping my kids clothes off, chasing my son into oncoming traffic and ambushing them when those kids don't even live on our side of the road. These kids are almost all in sixth grade, my son is in third. I had tried to approach these kids to talk to them and they run off calling me a f*cker and a b*tch. Well, funny thing about that. I can't run fast enough to catch a sixth grader... But my husband can.
So we hid and waited for the bullies to attack. But apparently the day before when I chased one of them for five minutes I spooked them. They didn't attack and I went back to get the van to go back to the house. I had barely gotten home when my cell phone rings. My husband had told the kids to keep walking home and he would follow. The bullies don't know what he looks like so he can see what happens. When the kids got to our street there was a group of bullies, all girls this time, who started harassing my kids, calling them names, saying nasty stuff, you get the picture. My husband tried to approach them and they took of running. So did he. My husband is fast, very very fast. He would have caught them.
But just opposite our street is an apartment complex called Mallard Crossing. Right at the entrance is the office where the "owner" and the manager were sitting. They come running out and accosted my husband (which is considered assault by the way), physically trying to remove him from the property and telling him he isn't allowed to chase the kids. He understands their concerns and explains to the idiots what is going on. The manager tells him he will fetch the girls and gather their parents and we will sit down and talk this out. He does gather the girl, not hard, since they were watching, but he doesn't gather the parents. My husband says he has pictures of what these kids have been doing and the guy says, "Okay let me see them." So he calls me on the cell phone and I go roaring over there because I am pissed. I am absolutely shocked and sickened at these people's actions. I get over there and get right in the guy's face, which he so totally deserves. I tell him that he is harboring criminals, as assault, which they have definitely done, is a crime; and I have pictures of. I tell him that obviously he doesn't care about my kids at all and is encouraging the bullying by his actions. Not only does he not denying not caring about my kids or what is happening to them at all he also doesn't deny harboring criminals. He asks me what I would do if I saw a bearded stranger chasing my children. Well that did it. I got in his face and snarled, "What the hell does that have to do with anything? Are you saying my husband isn't honest because he has a beard?" and then I finish up once he has blustered and hemmed and hawed for a minute. "What I would do if I saw a stranger chasing my children is to confront the person and ask why they were chasing them. Once I knew the story, which you do, I would understand and would butt out of it (were they not my my children)." Please note the moron acknowledged that none of these kids were his.
He in fact doesn't even know most their names. I also pointed out that my two older children had been hot on Daddy's heels. I seriously doubt a kidnapper is going to bring along other children to assist him. I am then told they are going to call the cops, and I said, "Good, go for it. Do me a favor and ask for Deputy Barrett. He is the one handling this case." The "owner" goes in the office and comes out and says, "Officer Barret is on his way." To which I say, "Good." As Sean and I settle in to wait for the cops, which as everyone knows have terrible response time when it isn't an emergency. The "owner" starts telling us how to raise our kids. He informs us we should have contacted the principal of the school about the bullies. We did and we tell him so, then we tell him that the principal said it wasn't their problem because it happened off school grounds. Then the jerk says we should have called the police. Wow, did he not get my previous statement or what? So we tell him we did and there is an ongoing investigation. We inform him that the police asked us to get the names of the kids so they can prosecute. Then we ask him how we are supposed to do that when they run when we approach them. (Even pictures aren't enough when you don't have names.) We inform him that we were chasing the kids to follow them home and talk to their parents, thereby finding out their names.
Both the manager and the "owner" kept hopping in and yipping things about a situation they previously knew nothing about. They had little dog syndrome so bad they were jumping about playing "I'm a big dog, ruff ruff." I later found out that this was because they tried to remove my husband physically from the property by grabbing him and shoving him, (which I didn't know at that time). To stick with a metaphor this was like a baby chihuahua trying to move a sleeping adult Saint Bernard. My husband stands 6'3" and weighs between 230 and 250lbs depending on what sport season it is (he is very active). Not only wasn't my husband impressed, but he didn't budge an inch for all the guys' efforts. The "owner" finally informs us that we are trespassing and he is going to have us arrested. We say, "Um, hello... You just called the police and we are sitting here waiting for them. Trespassing means we have to leave now and not come back." (Isn't the idiot well informed? He doesn't even know what trespassing is!) Shocked to find out that we actually know what he is talking about he shuts up and goes over and DISMISSES the girls!!! No *&%$@!!!
Well good thing he kept his word about gathering everyone and sitting down and talking, huh? So the police arrive, hallelujah! An officer goes to talk to the manager and the "owner", by the way the quotations are there because he kept barking, "I'm the owner, I'm the owner... (I'm a big dog, I'm a big dog!)". I do not know this to be a fact, but it wouldn't surprise me if he is. The police were seriously annoyed at the fact he dismissed the alleged bullies and told him to call them back, so manager idiot went after them (he was the perfect "yes man" by the way, it didn't matter what the "owner" said, this guy backed him like his lips were permanently attached to the guys butt. The other officer approaches us and asks what the problem is. Relieved to finally have Deputy Barrett on the scene, I ask to make sure the one I am talking to is him. Nope, it isn't. So I look at the other guy and say, "So that's him?" he looks puzzled and he asks what I am talking about and who told us Barret was on his way. Whoa, that was the "owner" again, the man couldn't tell the truth to save his life! After talking to the manager and the "owner" again they decide that basically those two should never have been involved, or at least that their involvement should have ended a long time ago, once they knew the story.
He tells them to go back into the office and shut the door. When he asks us to retell the story and when we mention the manager and the "owner" he says, "Okay, let's forget them." Wow, is there a better way to say that they are not only losers who should have minded their own business, but dishonest as well?
So we tell the story of what has been going on and they talk to the girl, and a whopping one of the parents (we think, it was an adult female anyway). And they find out that the girls aren't honest either. The girls tell the cops that we got pictures of them by having my kids hold them down while I took the pictures. Oh my GOSH!!! How stupid can these kids get? Like that wouldn't show up in the picture?! The cops inform them they are talking to everyone's parents and going over to one girl's house, supposedly the ringleader who chased my son into traffic and would be over later to talk to us, since my kid's aren't there (I had sent them home). All three of the girls that were confronted were bawling their heads off like they were two and lying out their butts.
Which was pretty obvious to the officers. One of them told the cops that it all started in November when my son hit her brother in the head with an iceball. So the cop looks at her and says, "So this started over a snowball in November and you are tormenting him HOW long?" Even though the story was a lie that sure shut them up. Then he tells them that if they don't leave my kids alone he is going to torment them. He will go to their classes with them and embarrass them. And he asks how they like that. They don't. So we all leave and the cops take off to go to "Mia"'s house. Supposedly the ringleader.
When the cops come to our house later they inform us that they talked to Mia's parents and she was bawling her head off, and her parents are pissed. Then they say that she has hair as dark as mine. I said, "Uh... No. The ringleader, the real problem girl has light brown hair." My daughter reassures us that the girl heading this is named Mia. So I take out my camera and zoom in on the face of the girl. The cop agrees that is not the girl he spoke to. She is still at large. My daughter claims her name is Mia too. Whatever. The cop points out that the kids he talked to will warn her off. Since there isn't anything else to do we agree. Then I tell him I want to press charges against the kids who ruined my children's things. Like my daughter's glasses and my son's coat and pants. He informs me that there is actually a law enforcement officer in the school, they are called a DARE officer. Huh, and I thought they just handled drug stuff. He tells me to get in touch with the DARE officer to get compensation for my kid's things.
He says that we didn't do anything wrong and tells us again to give them a call if today doesn't stop the bullying.
So all of the grief the stupid men at these apartments gave us was for nothing. No, there was absolutely no reason for him to stop my husband once he knew the story. Obviously these men hate men with beards from his little comment, so all of you minorities that have beards, remember he thinks you are dishonest because you have a beard. If you or a family member have a beard remember you don't want to live at these apartments because the "owner" and manager think you are dishonest. Plus they feel that you having a beard allows them to assault you and interrogate you. Most importantly notice that it entitles them to lie to you, as often as they want, about whatever they want, to achieve their means. They never apologized even when the police told them to butt out. And they will put your children at risk too, by protecting bullies and not your innocent children. Warn your friends and families in the Salt Lake City area against this complex. Nobody deserves to be treated like this.
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