I have been trying, for over 2 years, since the D.A. showed it to me at one of the court dates, before we ever got to the sentencing, to get a copy of the letter that DCD wrote to me, at the urging of the police, after he was in custody. When I first read it, I did not believe a word of what he had written. When I read again last week, I still do not believe a word he wrote. And I’ll get to that in a moment. Getting a copy of it proved to be far worse than pulling teeth. At least with that, you go to the dentist, tell him to pull your tooth and he does it. At the time, March or April or May of 2012 (who can remember?) I was told that I could not have a copy because it was not mine to have. Well, that wasn’t exactly correct, but, then again, so much of what the D.A. told me wasn’t exactly correct. So, I waited.
When I was told by the Probation Department that I was entitled to the file pertaining to DCD, I requested a copy. I thought for sure the letter would be included. Nope. So, I waited some more. After the sentencing hearing, I waited a few days before going to the Coronado Police Department to request a copy of the file. That’s when I found out that he (his attorney) had filed an appeal, and because of that, the case was considered ongoing and could not be released. Okay, eventually, his appeal was settled and I went again to request a copy of it. Again, I was put off. I was, however, told that technically the letter was mine as it had been written to me, and I wanted that letter.
More months went by, and I’d go again to the Police Station, and, again, no one could seem to make it happen. There was always some excuse about why it could not be released to me. I’d go away for a while, but I never gave up wanting it or biding my time until I’d try again. Then a few weeks ago I thought it was time to make my seemingly pointless trip to the Police Department. The day I went the Sergeant was out of the building because of an incident on the bridge, which is code for a jumper. That was fine, I didn’t need to talk to her, I just wanted a copy of my letter. I had been asking for a copy of the file, but the truth was I already had that. I only lacked the letter. So, I once again filled out a request for MY letter. I left, expecting I’d hear back that afternoon or the next day. Well, that didn’t happen. It took about a week,and honestly, I had kind of forgotten about it. Again.
I was uptown and my cell phone rang. I did not recognize the number, but knew it was a Coronado number, so I answered it. “This is the Coronado Police Department. We have a copy of the letter you requested. Do you want to pick it up? Or do you want me to email it to you?” I told her I’d pick it up on my way home, thank you very much!
It was in a sealed envelope. I did not want to open it until I was at home, glasses on my face so I could actually see to read it. When I finally did open and read it, luckily, I felt nothing. In this case, nothing is good. Then I read it again, and thought, he is such a liar. I don’t believe a word he wrote. This is what he wrote:
“I would like to tell you that I’m deeply sorry for the way I treated you. I had no intention of assaulting you. I knew you were terrified. It also hurt me inside, I was doing something to you that I’ve never wanted to do to anybody. After the incident I ran over to the police department because I knew what I did was wrong. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
Okay, let’s take this line by line — ‘I would like to tell you that I’m deeply sorry for the way that I treated you.’ Well, you may be sorry, but I’m guessing only because you got caught and you didn’t get to do what you actually intended to do, which was rape me. And the ‘way you treated’ me was you slammed me to the pavement, ripped my clothes off and were preparing to beat the shit out of me when my guardian angel arrived. ‘I had no intention of assaulting you.’ Ah, yeah, you did. You were out trolling, and when you saw me and I fit the ‘type’ you were hoping to find, my fate was sealed. You turned around and followed me, getting up your nerve to attack me, and when you decided the time was right, you ran at me as fast as you could, hitting me, taking me down, where you had every intention of raping me. ‘It also hurt me inside…’ Oh, please! You never wanted to do something like this to anyone? Of course you did. You planned it and I fit very nicely into your plan. What you didn’t count on was me fighting back. And you sure did not count on someone coming along and saving my life. ‘After the incident I ran over to the police department…’ Another big, fat lie. While it is true that the police picked you up in the 700 block of Orange Avenue and the Police Department happens to be in the 700 block of Orange Avenue, they picked you up 12 1/2 hours after you claim to have run over there. You expect me to believe you sat there for 12 1/2 hours just waiting for them to notice you? Hardly. ‘…because I knew what I did was wrong.’ No shit! Of course you knew what you did was wrong. As for me finding it in my heart to forgive you, well, I am still working on that, though I have to say that I am pretty close. This feels like the last piece of the entire puzzle and because it is now in place, I can finally put it all behind me. Well, as far as I can while still talking and writing about it in the larger context of my life.