Typically, complaints filed against a police department at PoliceAbuse.com are delivered to a high-ranking police officer within the division, like a Sergeant, Lieutenant or Chief of Police. However, the task of confronting me seems to have been passed off to a tiny, black officer with a Napoleon complex. According to Wikipedia, “Napoleon complex is a theorized condition occurring in people of short stature. It is characterized by overly-aggressive or domineering social behavior, and carries the implication that such behavior is compensatory for the subject's stature.”
On October 1, 2017, I filed a complaint because I felt like my community had been forgotten by Chesapeake Police Department. I did my civic duty of reporting drug activity in my area back in 2009 - 2010, when I witnessed a drug transaction take place in front of my mailbox in broad daylight. Traffic was so bad at this house, I couldn’t even get to my mailbox and neither could the mailman. After leaving the neighborhood and coming back, I noticed the same people were still living there and thriving in their illegal business.
Unfortunately, I discovered another house with a backyard full of items associated with drug activity. The owner -- I’ll call him “Joe” -- has been living in my neighborhood since the early 1980s and has been completely overlooked. He has awful smells, like boiled eggs and strong particles that tickle your throat coming from his house late at night. Joe was always a pervert because he would try to peek in the windows of my house and he would also snoop around. But, I thought that was as far as it went until I opened a window too close to his house and the smells started seeping in.
I was infuriated to learn that not only is there one drug house but now there is two. I forced to have to move back here because of a similar situation in Norfolk. I wanted to know why were these people still living in my neighborhood.
Three days after I filed the complaint, Officer Spool comes to my house at 7 AM, repeatedly ringing the doorbell trying to wake up my entire household. My mother is disabled and on oxygen, trying to sleep at this time in the morning. I was sleeping because I was up until 3 AM trying to make a deadline on an article for one of my private clients. Bear in mind, I NEVER called for police to come to my house. No one did. By the time, my sister gets to the door, no one was there.
It was a little past 12:30 PM and I was almost finish mowing the back lawn. I went in for a drink of water and came back out. I noticed a police car number 1760 sitting a little ways behind a neighbor’s house. I thought the neighbor had called the police. By the time I got back there to the backyard and pulled the lawnmower’s cord, Officer Spool walked up in my backyard uninvited. He was a short, dark skin, black male with a bald head and a knot on the left side of his head. He gestured for me to turn off my mower.
He asked me if I was Jenny McClease. I said “yes.” Then, he identified himself. However, I misinterpreted his identification as an introduction. So I wiped my hand on my pants and extended my hand for him to shake. His rude response was, “I’m not shaking none of your sweaty hand. I don’t want your sweat on me.” And, he looked me up and down like I was yesterday’s garbage. So, I dropped my hand by my side. Apparently, Officer Spool was afraid of getting work ethic on his hand.
Officer Spool asked me, “Did you call about some drug activity?”
I said, “Yes.”
I tried to explain what was going on but every time I tried to explain something. He said “that doesn’t mean it’s drug activity.”
Then, he started to sound like a jilted boyfriend. “How come you didn’t answer your door? I was banging at your door and ringing the bell.” That was only a half truth. He only rung my doorbell several times trying to disturb our household. He never knocked. No one in my house called the police. And, my rights as an American citizen is that I don’t have to open the door for police. However, I’m not like that at all because I have nothing to hide.
He claimed he knocked again, when I had the back and front door opened. Again, there was no knocking. If he tried to ring my doorbell, it only works if you push it down because it’s the original doorbell that was here when my great-grandparents were alive. However, Officer Spool took it as an attempt to avoid him. My mother, on other hand, says that she was in the dining room at the time and no one came to the door. So I’m more inclined to believe my mother instead of a cop with a thug complex. Besides, why would I avoid him? I’m not the criminal in the neighborhood.
I asked, “Was that you at the door 7 in the morning?”
“Yes,” he said. As if i had the problem.
“What you don’t answer your doors?” he asked.
By this time, I started to catch on that he was sent to my house to harass me. So I answered, “I guess I don’t.”
Then, he let out this arrogant, sarcastic chuckle. He asked me why I didn’t answer the phone. So, I explained that I wanted to cut my grass first while I had the time. That answer wasn’t good enough. Then, he wanted to know why didn’t I respond to the voicemail and answer the phone the second time he called.
My voicemail forwards to an online service called YouMail, meaning I don’t get voicemails directly or even know that I have a voicemail until I log into my account with YouMail. I hadn’t been online yet. I needed to mow my lawn and get it over with because I had more articles to complete for my client. I didn’t get a chance to explain that because he kept interrupting me with his own assumptions. He was basically interrogating me for reporting a crime. There was nothing I could have said that he was willing to believe.
Officer Spool started asked me, “if I go to these people’s houses, what do you think they’ll tell me?”
I said, “I don’t think they’ll do too much talking to you?” Then, I made a mistake and told him about the snitch next door and the guy other side of me with the smells coming from his house.
My sister drove up into the driveway. I told him that she knows about the drug activity on this street. I told him that I knew about it because that’s how I ended here because at my apartment in Norfolk, there was drug activity and my mother who was staying with me got sick from inhaling it.
He said, “don’t interrupt him.” He left and started talking to my sister. I went back into the house before he start trying to pull a gun on me or something. When he finished talking to my sister, she informed me that he asked her if I had mental issues. He rings my doorbell like a psycho at 7 AM, calls me one behind the other, and watches me from the down the street and acts as though I have mental issues? I think his department need to give him a psychiatric evaluation and a drug test.
Then, he went and spoke to the “Mark” and spoke with him. Finally, he left my neighborhood. I'm pretty sure as angry as Spool was he probably told Mark and Tom more than he should have because he wanted to cause trouble for me.
Officer Spool showed up on my great-grandparents soil with the sole intention of shaming me for reporting crimes that have been festering in this neighborhood due to a lack of police presence. I believe that a higher-ranking officer sent him to my door because complaints don’t go to a low-ranking officer like him.
He tried to discredit me, humiliate me, embarrass me and even went as far as to make it seem as though I had mental instabilities in my own backyard.
He is a naive, uninformed police officer that tried to play detective. He doesn’t have the training to determine whether criminal activity was going on or not. So, he should stick to traffic lights and leave the real crimes to trained, experienced professionals.
Officer Spool could have jeopardized all the evidence and information I had collected and submitted it to the proper authorities. He actually had the audacity to ask about the photos I had. As if I would show it to someone like him. As pro-criminal as he was, he may have shared them with the suspects. He had already went to Joe’s house that has been harassing us and probably told him too much already.
He’s too stupid to be carrying a gun, a badge and have a terrorist mentality. Stupidity and power is a toxic cocktail. He completely abused his undeserved position.
He ambushed me and violated my rights as a citizen. I’m glad that no one in my house did go to the door at 7 AM because based on the level of aggression that he expressed throughout that day, he could have forced his way into my home and illegally searched it for only God knows what. Or, maybe even tried to plant something. He was too desperate to get into my house.
When I finally listened to his voicemail, Officer Spool was polite and sounded like he had home training. I guess because he knows that his call was being recorded. He was clever enough to conveniently leave out the fact that he came to my house at 7 AM, ringing a doorbell. He wanted to try to play the "her words against mine" game in case anything came out of it. However, he didn't seem to know that my mother and my sister were here and that they heard him at the door.
On the same day, Joe had already contacted his lookouts to let them know I was outside mowing the grass. Within 10 minutes of mowing, Tom -- who has been camped in front of my house nearly inches from my driveway with a bag of clothes in his car-- was called to come up and watch me. Then, the guy that Joe knew from the pedophile’s house across the street came out and was watching me too. It was so nerve-wrecking to know that an angry, cop was also watching me. All because I reported some crimes in my neighborhood.
Some officers of the second precinct are acting like the thought of crime in South Norfolk is so unbelievable. However, South Norfolk is already a high crime area. It has a crime rate that is 41% higher than the national average. Perhaps, Officer Spool should have been taking his aggression out on that 41% instead of harassing innocent citizens.