Luckily, I didn’t have to go to one of the Myrtle Beach homeless shelters after the police locked me up for nothing, and the management evicted me for being falsely arrested on the property of Aquarius Motel (story here). Since the victim had come to my bond hearing and told the judge that they’d arrested the wrong guy, I didn’t think it would be a big deal for them to waive me showing up to court, especially since I’ve now been blessed with a job outside of South Carolina, and need to leave as soon as possible. Why should I have to wait two and a half more weeks for a court hearing that will only be five or ten minutes? They already know I’m not guilty of anything, and the job is ready to buy my Greyhound ticket right now to get me up there this week. But, my new boss read my blog post describing everything that happened to me, and asked me if I had a court date. I said that I’d check and see.
I called the Magistrate’s Office yesterday, and they told me that yes, I have a court date on November 29th at 5:00 p.m. I told him the situation, and how I was innocent. I don’t see why I should have to sacrifice two and a half weeks of work at my new out-of-state job to appear at a court hearing for a crime that I was falsely arrested and jailed for, an arrest that also had cost me my apartment/room for rent, leaving me almost homeless in Myrtle Beach (thank God for my family). The guy on the phone told me that I still had to show, unless I could maybe contact PFC Sawiki, the officer who’d arrested me falsely, and he could probably get me out of having to appear.
That’s the least Sawiki could do. His misjudgment of me fitting a description and getting me jailed for nothing had already cost me my place to live. He could at least admit that he was wrong, and tell the judge to pardon me so I can start my new job and life somewhere else. I got connected with the police department on the phone, and they said that the officer was not at work yet, but that he’d be there at 6:00 p.m. So, I called around that time, and they said he was just checking in, and to call back in about a half hour.
I called back in thirty minutes, and they said that he was out on a call, and that I should leave my name and number and he’d contact me back. I waited another hour, called back, and they said the same thing. Then, at about 7:45 p.m. I got a call from a number I didn’t know. I figured it was him, but it wasn’t, it was his superior, Sgt. Adams. He said that he realized that I’d called a few times and asked me what was going on. I told him the entire story about how PFC Sawicki’s arrest had led to me be out in Myrtle Beach homeless, and that I had to move in with my family until I found a new place. All I wanted was to leave town for my new job. Sgt. Adams said he understood completely, but that I had to contact the Magistrate Office for my situation, and to call them in the morning.
When I woke up this morning I was there at 8:00, but to my surprise the Magistrate Office (which is located on 21st Ave, North in Myrtle Beach, right in the same building as DSS) was closed. It was because of Veteran’s Day. I said to myself “Damn, wasn’t Veteran’s Day yesterday?” Sure it was, but the government offices don’t actually observe the holiday until today, the Monday after. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t realize this, because as I got on the bus to come over to Conway to go to the library to write this blog article, I ran into one of my homeboys who had recently been a victim of the recent major flooding from Hurricane Florence. It was my longtime friend Al, and he was on the way to the City of Florence, relocating because the storm had, just like hundreds of others, literally left him homeless in Myrtle Beach.