Marijuana PoliceThis pretty much says how many in the marijuana community feel.

Florida Nark Police Officer Kills Alleged Marijuana Dealer… Isn’t Punished At All

Yet another member of our marijuana community has been murdered by police, and based on my experience as a Florida marijuana grower, user, and seller, it doesn’t surprise me it happened in Volusia County, home of Daytona Beach and NASCAR racing.

Volusia County is a part Florida where property crime, rape, drunk diving, pedophilia, and environmental crimes are rampant.

But the police don’t do much to stop any of those things

Instead, the Volusia County Sheriff’s department focuses on marijuana “crimes.” 

For example, the Department sent a nark police SWAT team to arrest an unarmed, alleged small-time 26-year-old marijuana dealer named Derek Cruice.

There was no need for the military-style assault the valiant sheriffs did, because there was no evidence Cruice was armed or dangerous.

But Cruice ended up dead.

As usual, the sheriff’s department’s official version of events makes no sense, and differs from what eye-witnesses say.

Sheriff Ben Johnson told local news network WFTV that police were executing a marijuana arrest search warrant at Cruice’s home when Cruice “advanced on a member of the SWAT Team who was entering the residence.”

Deputy Todd Raible, a 36-year-old nark police officer, shot Cruice in the face only a few seconds after deputies invaded Cruice’s house during the dawn raid.

Deputies tried to claim Cruice resisted or was armed, but unfortunately for them, they didn’t have a drop gun to plant on the scene, so had to admit later on that Cruice wasn’t armed.

Describing the sheriff’s department statement as “completely a lie,” one eyewitness who was in the house said: “I watched the whole thing. There was no ‘advancement.’ There was no ‘reaching’ for anything. He was wearing basketball shorts like I am. It’s kind of hard to conceal anything or hide anything when this is all you have on.”

There were five other non-police people in the home at the time of the shooting. One of them, 24-year-old Matthew Grady, says Cruice never resisted arrest.

“There’s a couple of seconds between opening the door, walking out, me getting to my knees and halfway out there’s gunfire. I look back as the cop is grabbing me, and my friend is dead or dying.”

No weapons or dangerous drugs were found in the home, police admitted. Only seven ounces of marijuana, and $3000 in cash.

For this paltry amount of a healing plant, Cruice was executed.

Raible, 36, was placed on paid administrative leave following the shooting. 

None of this surprises me, because I already knew how stupid and violent Volusia County sheriffs are.

I learned that when I was delivering a kilo of Haze to a medical marijuana patient in Daytona Beach.

The meds were in a cooler in my trunk, and the patient was at a hospital getting scheduled treatment, so I had an afternoon to wait.

I parked my car a block away from the beach and went swimming. I enjoyed the water for about an hour. Then when I saw a couple of small sharks, I swam in.

I was standing near the tideline taking off my flippers when I was tackled from the side and knocked to the ground.

Someone twisted my arm behind my back in a compliance hold, and put their knee on the back of my head, pushing my face into the sand and water so I couldn’t breathe.

Just before I was out of breath and would have had to inhale sand and water, and when I was handcuffed with both hands behind my back, I was turned onto my back to see an astounding sight.

A huge crowd had gathered to gawk at me, apparently thinking someone had drowned.

A 40-something male police officer, accompanied by a female police officer, were standing over me glaring.

“You failed to obey a lawful order,” the male cop yelled at me.

When I said I had no idea what he was talking about, he yelled: “The lifeguards blew their whistle at you but you didn’t comply.”

I replied that I had been swimming a hundred yards off-shore and hadn’t heard any whistles.

The cop says to his partner, “Back me up,” He kneels down and puts his mouth up close to my ear.

“You’re some out of town wise guy, huh?” he said. “How about we take you in for resisting arrest and disobeying a lawful order, and on the way to lock-up, we take a detour and by the time you get to the station, you look like you got hit by a freight train because you were resisting arrest in our vehicle.”

I debated about what to do.

I usually don’t bend over for police, but I had a kilo of cannabis in my car trunk, parked in a metered space with the meter expiring in an hour.

If I didn’t make it back in time, the car would be impounded and the trunk might be opened.

I said to the crazy cop in a low-volume voice, “You go ahead and do whatever you think you can get away with, my man, but I advise you first of all, a friend of mine in the crowd is videotaping this. Second, I’m in the media, and I’ll make sure to crucify you, by name, so you get fired. And I’ll sue you personally, and take away whatever little assets you may have.”

Volusia County “beach patrol” police have had lots of bad publicity in the past few years.

They like to tase and beat up on helpless people.

The media coverage their abuses have gotten have made them a little less eager to violate people’s rights in public places.

I saw the cop’s face go beet red. He was grinding his teeth.

I braced myself for a beating, an arrest, a tasing, or all three.

He went over to his female partner and told her what I’d said.  She advised: “Don’t mess with him, it’s not worth it.”

He released the handcuffs, giving me a last, painful twist of the arm.

He then said loudly, showing off for the crowd: “Make sure you obey the lifeguards, mister.”

He and his partner got in their police jeep and sped away, narrowly missing two members of the gathered crowd.

Several people came up, saying they had the incident on their cell phone if I wanted to file a complaint, and gave me their email addresses.

I got a copy of the video of the incident from one of them and it clearly showed a law-abiding guy (me) swimming, getting out of the water, being blindsided by a cop, then being smashed into the sand and threatened.

I anonymously called the Volusia County sheriff’s office and the county prosecutor, as well as a local newspaper reporter, and told them what happened.

The reporter told me Volusia County “beach patrol” officers were known to be assholes.

One of them ran over a tourist and lied about it.

Another was a pedophile who used his gun and badge power to shag little girls.

“Remember police have access to your entire life. If you file a complaint, be prepared to  leave Florida or face a swarm of police,” the reporter warned.

Marijuana growers in Florida don’t have any rights.

It’s a dumb-ass drug war state, even though a majority of its citizens want marijuana legalized.

I chose to go no further with any official complaint.

However, I do have the name and address of the officer, and one day or another, he’ll face karma for what he did.

That’s not a threat, officer… that’s a cosmic promise.

In the meantime, nark police Deputy Todd Raible was on paid leave, sitting on his fat murderous ass getting paid to do nothing, and suffered no consequences for his recklessness.

Alleged marijuana seller Derek Cruice lies unpaid, in a grave.

In fact, a grand jury failed to approve an indictment against the killer cop, so he gets away with murder, and his employer defends him as a good cop just doing his job.

That’s how “justice” works for marijuana people in the “Sunshine State,” and all across this wonderful country of ours.

As long as nark police are allowed to shoot us in the face and face zero penalties, the war on marijuana isn’t over yet, not by a long shot!

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