Credit: Kyle Monk /The Washington Post

Credit: Kyle Monk /The Washington Post

These days we regularly talk about the terror many black people feel stepping outside of their home, with threats of police brutality at every turn, but the story of Fay Wells reminds us that sometimes that danger can come knocking right at our door.

To fully grasp what Wells experienced when she locked herself out of her apartment before heading to a soccer game September 6 you have to hear the details in her own words, just as she told the tale to The Washington Post. Here is how Wells describes the ordeal after she returned to her home a few hours after the soccer game and had a locksmith open her apartment for her.

I was inside my apartment and slipping off my shoes when I heard a man’s voice and what sounded like a small dog whimpering outside, near my front window. I imagined a loiterer and opened the door to move him along. I was surprised to see a large dog halfway up the staircase to my door. I stepped back inside, closed the door and locked it.

I heard barking. I approached my front window and loudly asked what was going on. Peering through my blinds, I saw a gun. A man stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointing it at me. I stepped back and heard: “Come outside with your hands up.” I thought: This man has a gun and will kill me if I don’t come outside. At the same time, I thought: I’ve heard this line from policemen in movies. Although he didn’t identify himself, perhaps he’s an officer.

I left my apartment in my socks, shorts and a light jacket, my hands in the air. “What’s going on?” I asked again. Two police officers had guns trained on me. They shouted: “Who’s in there with you? How many of you are there?”

I said it was only me and, hands still raised, slowly descended the stairs, focused on one officer’s eyes and on his pistol. I had never looked down the barrel of a gun or at the face of a man with a loaded weapon pointed at me. In his eyes, I saw fear and anger. I had no idea what was happening, but I saw how it would end: I would be dead in the stairwell outside my apartment, because something about me — a 5-foot-7, 125-pound black woman — frightened this man with a gun. I sat down, trying to look even less threatening, trying to de-escalate. I again asked what was going on. I confirmed there were no pets or people inside.

I told the officers I didn’t want them in my apartment. I said they had no right to be there. They entered anyway. One pulled me, hands behind my back, out to the street. The neighbors were watching. Only then did I notice the ocean of officers. I counted 16. They still hadn’t told me why they’d come.

Later, I learned that the Santa Monica Police Department had dispatched 19 officers after one of my neighbors reported a burglary at my apartment. It didn’t matter that I told the cops I’d lived there for seven months, told them about the locksmith, offered to show a receipt for his services and my ID. It didn’t matter that I went to Duke, that I have an MBA from Dartmouth, that I’m a vice president of strategy at a multinational corporation. It didn’t matter that I’ve never had so much as a speeding ticket. It didn’t matter that I calmly, continually asked them what was happening. It also didn’t matter that I didn’t match the description of the person they were looking for — my neighbor described me as Hispanic when he called 911. What mattered was that I was a woman of color trying to get into her apartment — in an almost entirely white apartment complex in a mostly white city — and a white man who lived in another building called the cops because he’d never seen me before.

After the officers and dog exited my “cleared” apartment, I was allowed back inside to speak with some of them. They asked me why I hadn’t come outside shouting, “I live here.” I told them it didn’t make sense to walk out of my own apartment proclaiming my residence when I didn’t even know what was going on. I also reminded them that they had guns pointed at me. Shouting at anyone with a gun doesn’t seem like a wise decision.

Wells said she demanded all the names of the officers, but was mostly ignored. One sergeant assured she’d be provided with names and badge numbers of every cop who appeared on her premises while two other officers tried to deflect the severity of the situation, asking: Wouldn’t you want the same response if you’d been the one who called the cops? Wells told them absolutely not. Her neighbor had a similar reaction when she confronted him and asked if he understood the gravity of what he’d done when he called the cops on her. He casually told her he’d never seen her before and then said “go f-ck yourself.”

A month later Wells still hasn’t received an accurate list of all of the officers on the scene, despite multiple calls, visits, and e-mails to the precinct. What she has, however, are nightmares stemming from what happened to her.

The trauma of that night lingers. I can’t un-see the guns, the dog, the officers forcing their way into my apartment, the small army waiting for me outside. Almost daily, I deal with sleeplessness, confusion, anger and fear. I’m frightened when I see large dogs now. I have nightmares of being beaten by white men as they call me the n-word. Every week, I see the man who called 911. He averts his eyes and ignores me.

In an editor’s note, the Washington Post confirmed the sketchy police work of the officers on scene and their lack of follow-up, writing:

The Santa Monica Police Department told The Washington Post that 16 officers were on the scene but later provided a list of 17 names. That list does not match the list of 17 names that was eventually provided to the writer; the total number of names provided by the SMPD is 19. The department also said that it was protocol for this type of call to warrant “a very substantial police response,” and that any failure of officers to provide their names and badge numbers “would be inconsistent with the Department’s protocols and expectations.” There is an open internal affairs inquiry into the writer’s allegations of racially motivated misconduct.

Just another day being black in America, huh?

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  • I don’t want anyone to say nothing about all cops are good anymore

    What this Sister have gone through is an outrage.

    I can’t mention what I truly want to mention on this story because of obvious reasons. Other than that, I will not sugarcoat my language here. What we see is tyranny. No black woman and no human being should be treated in this fashion at all. The officers never initially identified themselves. They acted belligerent and treated the Sister as a criminal when she wasn’t a criminal. She was an innocent victim of police brutality. Also, this story refuted respectability politics forever. I get tired of people saying that if black people just obey the law and respect authority, then no police brutality will come about. hat’s a lie since innocent black people have been the victims of harassment, abuse, and other forms of oppression for a long time. This happens not only in America. Yes, I will go there since I have to kept it real. Yes, you know what I’m going to mention next. This police brutality happens against black people in France too with stop and frisk measures (which is a throw back to what the Nazis did to Jewish people in Europe and what our black ancestors experienced during the 19th century). The white neighbor is a punk for cursing out a black woman.

    This event shows the face of not only white racism, but of police brutality. Cops have an epidemic of many of their members doing terrorism in American society. Crooked cops by definition are terrorists and they should be treated as criminal terrorists. The neighbor is wrong for lying and promoting false stereotypes. The neighbor didn’t apologize to the woman, but used profanity against her. That neighbor is total coward. A black woman has every right to live her life without oppression. We have to fight evil constantly. The major point is that the Sister deserve solidarity, support, and justice.

  • Chazz A

    First of all, thanks to the Most High that Ms Wells was not killed by these cops.
    As for the racist neighbor that called 911, he should be thoroughly investigated, including the 911 recording, it would be interesting hear exactly how he described the alleged incident. 19 cops dispatched to a burglary call seems suspicious.
    There have been a lot of these types of 911 calls from whites specifically targeting black people across the country and some of those incidents ended violently.

    • Mariposa Sedosa

      It actually sounds like he may have said that the person had a weapon or an “object” or that he “feared for his life”. People in the know say this so the cops will expedite the call. Otherwise they wait for hours if the cops even show up at all. Oftentimes the cops will show up hours later or not at all depending on other calls they prioritize. I’ve seen lots of cops show up to a call but almost always where physical violence has occurred, i.e. a murder. But even then 19 cops might be excessive, unless you included crime scene investigation.