I closed the door to my Cadillac in the parking lot of the U.S. Post Office in Carolina, Puerto Rico, having received a package addressed to me and ready to put the key into the ignition when I heard,
“Hands up! Freeze! Do not move!”
I looked up and turned to the passenger window in the direction of the voice, I was facing the barrel of a gun! I looked to my driver’s side and noticed more guns pointing in my direction, at my head! For a split second a thought occurred not to do anything which might remotely resemble an act of defiance as well as hoping no one holding a gun would slip or have an accident which would be to my detriment. I looked straight ahead and heard the words,
“Your life is going to change”, within the core of my soul.
My door was opened and I was helped from the car, quickly placed on the ground facedown. I heard several commands in Spanish and could tell they weren’t social amenities. I said,
“I do not speak Spanish.” I remember having the thought, I hope there isn’t any oil or grease to ruin my clothes. While lying there, my winged-tip shoes were untied and searched as well as my pockets. When helped to my feet in a standing position, my hands being placed behind my back and handcuffed, saying to the woman whose gun I first saw,
“You didn’t give me time.”
“Time for what?” She responded,
“To go to the police.” I said. Another officer, plainclothes spoke,
“Do you know why you are being arrested?”
“I assume it is because of this package.” I answered.
“Do you know what’s in the package?”
“I assume its child pornography.”
“You assume?” His voice emphasizing the last word.
“I have to. I didn’t open the package.”
The voice I heard was correct. My life did change that day. My own little voice said, “You’ll be home in time for dinner.” Wrong! I began taking my meals courtesy of the Bureau of Prisons, Metropolitan Detention Center, Guaynabo, Puerto Rico, a Federal prison located on this tropical island paradise, the last year and a half I now called home.