SAPD cop refuses to approach accused hacker because he was not parked illegally. Actually, he was.
So, I get hacked a lot, more than most people. It’s the nature of my circumstances. I have a graveyard of expensive computers in my attic, boxes of corrupted devices on my shelves, and thousands of dollars in security software that turned out to be useless for someone in my circumstances.
I’ve learned a lot about cybersecurity since I started documenting local corruption. I can tell you that some of the nastiest, most destructive cyber attacks can only be launched from within range of the target’s network. That being said, I can predict with 95 percent accuracy that a strange car has just parked in front of my house by what message my security software flashes across my screen.
On a tight deadline, I was just about to access my printing company’s webpage when my security software sent me an intrusion alert. The page that I was about to access, the app warned, was not the page I had asked for. “Hackers may be trying to steal your data or trick you into downloading malware,” the message read. Other webpages froze. This has happened on a daily basis since I announced in a Bexar County courtroom years ago that I was starting a civil rights information center for Eastside residents.
I looked out my window, and sure enough, a black Chevy sports car with vanity license plates “DONTNV” was parked illegally in front of my house, against the flow of traffic. The driver had gotten out and was headed across the street. That was telling because there was nothing stopping him from parking legally in front of his purported destination.
Without getting into the weeds of cyber hacking and cybersecurity (plenty of time for that later), I sometimes have to call the police just to be able to finish an online task. I do this for several reasons. One, I hope that I will get a good cop, someone who is respectful, intelligent, knowledgeable and understands at least the basics of fighting crime. Yes, they exist; they make up about 20 percent of the cops that come to my door.
I also do it to make a record, and to disrupt the constant hacking. Years ago, calling the cops would back the hackers off for a little while. Now, they just keep right on hacking. I blame dirty cops.
When “experts” say they don’t know why the Eastside is beset by crime, it is because they don’t live on the Eastside. When they call the police, they get results. They assume that happens everywhere. But the real experts, the people who live on the Eastside, know one simple fact: some police just won’t do police work on the Eastside.
So it was just another day in the neighborhood recently when I called the San Antonio Police Department dispatch to report a suspicious car parked illegally in front of my house. For someone who was thrown in jail for (ostensibly) having a garage sale without a permit, I’m thinking that, at the very least, the suspect would get a ticket.
Unfortunately, I did not get one of the 20 percenters. I got Yvonne Mauricio. Here is the audio of my interaction with this SAPD office, with accompanying photos.
As the audio reveals, I didn’t even get a chance to voice my complaint before Mauricio went on the attack. Interrupting me without asking a single question, she proclaimed that she had no reason to approach the person I was accusing of hacking into my network.
"I'm not going to make contact with someone who is not doing anything illegal," she informed me. "He's in the roadway, he's parked legally, so I'm not going to do that."
When I pointed out that the car was indeed parked illegally, her impatience immediately turned to hostility and she began to harass me while the suspect of the complaint stood across the street grinning.
No wonder crime here is high. If I were a criminal, I would want to go where no one fights crime, too.
This is what criminals on the Eastside see everyday: dirty cops disdaining and marginalizing residents who ask for police assistance. No wonder crime here is high. If I were a criminal I would want to go where no one fights crime, too.
Mauricio began demanding my identification, which I refused to give her on the grounds that we both knew that she already had that information. We bickered for a few seconds and then when I pulled out my phone to record the conversation (I was already recording but she didn’t know that) she turned to leave.
I took photos of the illegally parked car. In the photo you can see Mauricio walking back toward the illegally parked car with something in her hand. It’s not a ticket, but an SAPD flyer. The flyer stated, in part, that the San Antonio Police Department takes all complaints seriously.
Furious at being handed such blatant drivel, I called her acorrupt cop (expletive deleted) and told her to get out of San Antonio to make room for good cops. She’d heard that before. I wasn't the first hapless Eastside residents to call her out. Nothing ever comes of it.
She smirked, got in her SAPD patrol car and drove away.