From another message board – Police Shakedown!!! Cabo San Lucas

[Fulano’s comment: The woman who who wrote this story on TripAdvisor is a 25-year old registered nurse from Amarillo, Texas.]

Police Shakedown!!!-long story
May 29, 2013, 4:23 PM
Just returned to the states from Cabo, we were there May 23-27, 2013. I’m writing to inform, to warn, and hopefully get some valuable advice on any action I can take, if any. I went down with 6 other friends, ages 24-25, we stayed in 3 seperate rooms at Estancia Real de Los Cabos which is conveniently located a short walking distance from downtown area. We had a great trip overall really, we snorkeled, parasailed, and had a good ol’ time.

Our last night there, my boyfriend and I were walking back to our hotel, our first mistake was not waiting for the rest of our friends but we were ready to call it a night and our hotel is literally around the corner. The street is well populated with people just like us walking around, we didn’t feel in any immediate danger. We stopped by a taco stand on that main street there that was on the way to our hotel, I’m hoping one of you cabo experts can help me figure out the name of it, I know its to the left of that club Fahrenheit, and it has purple benches in front of it to sit and eat your food. We were approached by a bald mexican guy, shiny bald head, black facial hair in a goatee, stocky build, spoke perfect english but had a “vato loco” vibe, claimed he was from Tijuana. He actually approached while we were in line for the tacos and was making small talk about how good the tacos are and recommended a certain way to have them made, all was good.

We sat down at the bench to eat, as we were finishing up, he walks up and asks if we enjoyed the tacos, then follows with an offer to sell drugs. We decline and start walking away, he continues to pursue us trying to basically intimidate us into buying drugs, we continue walking away, he gets pissed, pulls out his cell phone and is following us. Well, there is construction going on down the street our hotel is on, so it is very dark with no cars going up and down it. So we try and play it safe and walk into club Fahrenheit where more people will be around, hoping he would lose us in the crowd. We went in the bathroom one at a time, just so we know he doesn’t try to come in and follow one of us into the bathroom, and then promptly walk out the doors hoping he’s found someone else to harass by now.

Soon as we walk out the front door, a police officer puts his hand on my boyfriends back and leads him towards a four door police truck that has a back door open waiting for him. My boyfriend, who is white but speaks a little bit of spanish, asks in spanish ‘what is going on’, and the police officers (2 of them) just keep repeating to “get in the truck”. I speak pretty good Spanish, my first language is English, but I am definitely able to communicate effectively. I begin asking the policemen the same questions and they are getting more and more impatient and louder, repeating to “get in the truck NOW”.

My dad is from Mexico, I’ve been to Mexico several times throughout my life, even lived there before, so believe me I KNOW what these Mexican police are capable of doing, and it is not pretty. Since these policemen didn’t identify themselves, ask for our identification, or even state their reasoning to “get in their truck”, we had a horrible feeling. They finally start claiming that we bought drugs, and they “have it on camera”. We told them what really happened, and that we are GLAD its on camera, so that we can prove it to them. They tried taking my boyfriend only, and I would not let go of him, for all I knew it would be the last time I saw him, or they were probably going to beat the crap out of him for his money.

I told my boyfriend NOT to get in the truck and I told the policemen, he will not go with him, this is wrong, and they know its wrong. They slapped handcuffs on him, I’ve never seen my boyfriend so terrified, it was so sad. I insisted they take me with them, I told them they couldn’t leave me alone here with that drug dealer, and wherever he goes, I’m going. So we both got in the truck, one cop sat to the right of me in the backseat, and the other was driving. Then, out of nowhere, the wildcard pops up. Some man, that speaks both english and spanish, light complected, pops his head in the drivers side window and tells the cop he saw everything, we are innocent, we didn’t buy any drugs, etc.

He’s going back and forth with the cop, then the cop starts driving off, and that guy yells “don’t worry! I’ll be at the police station, I witnessed everything!”. Thank the good Lord, the police station was only a couple blocks away, I feared they would take us to some isolated place instead. Then that guy that claims he witnessed comes running up, and continues telling the policemen what happened. The policemen are still intimidating us, saying we are lying, saying they can detain us for however long they want. The wildcard asked us “are you being 100% honest, you didnt’ buy a single thing?? I’m putting myself on the line here for you guys, you need to be honest”, we assure him, and the policeman tells him if they find anything on us, he will go to jail with us.

So at this point, I ask them why they haven’t attempted to search us for anything, so one cop gets out the car, goes to the side my bf is on, and searches ONE SIDE of his body only, and proceeds to start searching a black plastic bag that is on the seat next to my boyfriend, and my boyfriend starts telling him that was here when we got in, its not ours. But the cop continues to search the plastic bag, and I saw something was in there, but couldn’t make it out, and realized we’re screwed, they’re going to frame us if we don’t pay them. My boyfriend asks them what they want from us, they know this is wrong, do they want money?? They ask how much we have, and we had $100 each, one cop starts shaking his head “no”, implying that wasn’t enough. I said that’s all we have left, we leave in the morning, we don’t have any more money. The cop nods his head no. So I figure, they’re going to either beat him up, rape me, or just kill us and be done with us.

So I begin to pray, I’ve lost all hope, that’s all we have to offer and they’re not taking it. Then out of nowhere, the cop that’s sitting next to me, that hasn’t said a word this whole time, tells the other cop “lets just take the money, and leave them. They don’t have any more, they’re young”. So that’s exactly what happened. They drove off. Leaving us with that wildcard guy, on the dark street that the police station is located on. That guy walked us back to our hotel, talking the whole way about how its a shame this happened, blahblah, and even said “was it that guy from Tijuana?? the bald one?? gahhh I can’t believe it”, I don’t know, but a big part of me feels this guy was in on the whole thing as well. He asked if we were traveling alone or had friends, I didn’t trust him so I wasn’t going to answer, my boyfriend tells him we have friends. He walks us up to the front of our hotel, I ask his name, he gives us a business card. It says “Hector Aguilar captain-dock master Best fishing Charters”, has some phone numbers, and an email on it, and a picture that looks similar to him. He walks off into the night, and we walk in our hotel, we are crying/shaking, and the front desk guy just watches us walk by.

As we were walking to our room, I had the feeling we were being watched, turned around, sure enough the front desk guy came out from behind the desk and was watching us. Which is understandable, he saw two people walk by like they saw a ghost afterall. We open the door to our room, I look back again, and he puts his phone up to his ear. We’re paranoid, we already don’t trust anybody, and seeing that was unsettling. I ran to our room phone, and began attempting to call the states to get ahold of my parents so we can call the U.S. Consulate, we didn’t know what was going to happen next. After many failed attempts, I had no other option but to dial “0” which led to the front desk guy. I told him I need to call to the U.S., and I gave him the phone number, we were put on hold, then he comes back on the line “sorry, that phone number does not exist”, I asked him to repeat it back, he had correct, and I said its my dad’s number I know it exists, but try my mom now.

So we wait, same thing. This man is telling me my parent’s numbers do not exist. I hang up, and call our friends that are staying 3 doors down from us, tell them to get in our room asap. Thank God, my friend had an international plan on her iphone, I was able to use her phone to call my Dad, and tell him everything that’s happening. While I’m on the phone, my friend gets up to look out the peephole and says “there’s 4 big guys out there, they’re all facing this way”, there was nobody out there before, and at this time it is now 5:20a.m. While its possible that maybe these 4 big guys are workers showing up for day shift or something, we still are going to assume the worst, and be prepared for the worst.

So, my dad calls a couple taxi services in town, and they all insist that the hotel concierge call for us for some reason. So my dad calls the front desk guy at our hotel, and strangely enough, he assumes my dad is somebody named “Jose” and starts talking to him about something, my dad wishes he would have played along now that he thinks about it, but he told him who he was and straightened him out. My dad calls us back and says for all of us to stay in the room together, until the sun comes out and more people are out, then we all leave together.

That’s what we did. I’ve never been more scared in my life, you think of all these things you would do if you were in a certain situation, but when it comes down to it, its totally different. Now I wish we would have requested to go inside the police station, but to me at the time, all I saw the station as was some closed doors and walls for them to do stuff to us behind. I wish we could have done so many things differently, but you live and you learn. While I do not expect to get our money back, I’m wondering what can be done about this, if anything, so that the cops are reprimanded or at least to open up an investigation. While most of the Mexican police are dirty scumbags, I understand there ARE real and honest cops that want to get rid of these bad cops that give them such a bad name.

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The ethics of corruption

Published May 9, 2013 by Frederico Campbell
Translated by Fulano

Some years ago in Russia, in the former USSR, the Soviet’s were very worried about growing alcoholism among their workers. Brezhnev and his government companion — I don’t remember his name, but they used to work as partners, like policemen– held a meeting to deal with the problem and they decided — on the advice of publicists and experts — to place huge billboards at the factory entrances with just this single phrase: DRINK BEER.

They asked alcoholic workers to reduce their drinking, to reduce their consumption of vodka and not drink it every night, to drink beer. This request was not lacking in cunning. The leaders knew their people. They knew the Russian soul.

Extrapolating from that scenario and that realistic example of governing, it might be reasonable for Mexico to do something like that with the deep-seated problem of corruption and its structural cause: impunity. Tone it down. Don’t steal so much. Steal half as much.

For example, if the untouchable and fire proof Humberto Moreira defrauded the State of Coahuila (by falsifying records of state congressional proceedings to obtain authorization for several bank loans through Cordero’s Revenue Department) of 32 billion pesos (US$270 million), well then, he could have done this for only 16 billion pesos, part of which could have, in any case, been enough to readily fund Pena Nieto’s campaign.

In Mexico, in practice and tacitly, corruption is allowed. It is almost impossible for anybody to go to jail for unlawful appropriation of public resources. A governor from Sinaloa used to say that the least amount a governor could leave office with, even if his state is very small and poor, such as Tlaxcala, is about $100 million dollars. Another former Morelos governor used to say that it was impossible not to become corrupted when they would place a plate full of money by your desk. That it is very easy in Mexico to use a government position to steal. Everything is designed for it to be that way. Neither the purchasing officers nor the administrative secretaries hesitate to inflate costs and negotiate with providers under the table. There are still no safeguards to tie their hands and dissuade them in every case with the threat that they will end up in jail. At most, they scare them with the shroud of death of disqualification (and they die laughing). Carlos Salinas stuck his hand as he pleased into the pockets of secret accounts. His brother and a so-called Fausto Ceja took suitcases full of money to deposit at CityBank. Well, they could have only deposited half and returned the rest.

The PRI is a well-oiled looting system. In fact, in the Chamber of Deputies they only have to account for no more than 30% of the annual budget of 800 million pesos (US$67 million), that the chimpanzees distribute as they see fit. It is not impossible that 40% of the annual federal budget is lost through embezzlement of public funds. Out of a billion pesos, some 400 million go into bank accounts, houses, ranches, buildings, and political campaigns. Public officials have a liking for land, condominiums, housing developments, in short, real estate. It’s how they invest their money. So then, tone it down. Pace yourselves. Don’t be such sons of bitches. Drink beer, not whiskey.

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Two bodyguards of Rosarito’s police chief beat up law student

Translated by Fulano from an article in Rosarito en la Noticia

Rosarito – Once again, police officers Juan Álvarez and Rodrigo Rodríguez Martínez, who are bodyguards for Playas de Rosarito’s police chief Francisco Castro Trenti, injured a law student with the brutality for which they have been characterized.

It all started last Tuesday at 4PM when Samuel Castillo Antonio, 21 years old, was heading to classes in Tijuana. He did not notice he was being pursued by a motorcycle with no license plates or flashing lights to pull him over when he arrived at the toll booths in Playas de Tijuana.

Upon arriving at the booths and waiting in line to pay, the motorcycle marked with number 07-008, driven by police officer Julio Cesar Reyes, intercepted him.

The officer arbitrarily blocked him off with his motorcycle, preventing him from moving until personnel from the Ministry of Communications and Transport told the police officer he was on federal land and he should call the proper authorities.

It was when a second unit arrived at the location, with the bodyguards for Rosarito’s police chief, Francisco Castro Trenti, that officer Reyes Ochoa asked the youth, “What do you do?” The student answered that he was a law student, for which Reyes said that right now you will see your laws…son of a bitch.

Then the youth was taken to the police station, but he was not taken before a municipal judge. According to the beaten youth, they handcuffed him and tossed him into the back of the police vehicle, meanwhile a police officer was sitting on top of him.

His martyrdom did not end there, on the contrary, his agony started again. When he arrived at the police facilities, they threw him to the floor and from there into a room which the police officer called the “Karaoke,” where they beat him.

While all this was going on, police officer Rodrigo Rodríguez, told him, “If I take off your handcuffs, do you want to take a shot at me?”

This morning, the victim appeared before the Public Trustee and filed a complaint against the abusive police officers. After being beaten they also invented an endless list of false charges against him.

There is also a complaint with the Public Minister for abuse of authority, which is investigation file number 1058/13/207/AP.

It is worth mentioning that these abusive police officers have prior charges of abuse of authority, injuries and false arrest. However, police chief Francisco Castro Trenti keeps them around, since they take care of his dirty work.

[Fulano’s note: Rosarito police chief Francisco Castro Trenti is the brother of Fernando Castro Trenti, who is currently running for governor of Baja California. Francisco Castro Trenti failed the mandatory confidence test for police officers, yet he remains the active duty chief of police for Playas de Rosarito.]

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Mauro Talini’s last bike ride

Translated by Fulano from an article in Milenio

Mauro Talini

Mauro Talini

Mexico – The relatives of Italian cyclist Mauro Talini, who suffered from Type 1 diabetes, were unaware that the athlete died Monday, May 13. They became worried when the GPS authorized by the Padre Kolbe International Association showed no movement on the course traced by the athlete in his route through Mexico.

The news of his death and that the body of the cyclist was embalmed in the Carrillo Funeral Home in the town of Carboca, Sonora was learned from the internet social networks.

Talini, 40 years old, was at kilometer 30 of the Santa Ana – Altar Highway, in Sonora, in his attempt to cross the American continents from South to North, with the goal of delivering a message of hope to people with diabetes, when he was run over by a truck whose driver fled.

Witnesses to the accident told Sonora state Attorney General agents, investigators and forensic doctors that the cyclist was dragged for more than 100 yards.

According to police reports, the cyclist was passing an area where there had been a battle between police and drug traffickers, and passed by a burned out patrol vehicle and dozens of armed police.

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South Korean tourist attacked, raped in Cancún

Translated by Fulano from an article in Sipse.com

CANCÚN, Quintana Roo – May 14, 2013 – South Korean tourist “M. H.,” 26-years old, was running on the bike lane around 3PM at kilometer 21 on Kukulcán Boulevard, when she was attacked by a subject who subdued her with a knife and raped her.

After the event, a general alert was issued to all police units to locate and detain the person presumed responsible.

The first police reports indicated that the tourist, who had arrived here a couple of days earlier on vacation, left the hotel alone to do some exercise.

The young South Korean headed towards the hotel Westin Resort, located at kilometer 20 on the bulevard, passed the hospitality center and entered an area of mangroves where there is not much police presence.

The foreigner went one more kilometer when she was confronted by a subject, who looked like a construction worker, who took a knife from his clothing.

The subject threatened her and took her into the mangroves where he hit her to stop her from screaming, then he raped her.

The attacker fled. The woman managed to leave the mangroves and ask for help from the police, however, the police were unable to locate the attacker.

The woman was taken by personnel from the State Attorney General and transferred to the Public Prosecutor to file a formal complaint.

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Canadian woman dies in fall from Cancun hotel balcony after drinking adulterated alcoholic beverages

Translated by Fulano from a news article in the Diario de Quintana Roo

CANCUN – May 8, 2013 – The results of the autopsy on the Canadian tourist who died in a fall from the second floor of the hotel in which she was staying determined that she was not under the effects of any drug, but from alcohol she drank in a nightclub in the Hotel Zone, which was adulterated and caused a strange sensation, leading to the tragedy. Regarding the events, the ministerial authorities, through the Office of Social Communication, reported they have started an investigation, 2219/2013, into the death of Sydney Taylor, 21-years old, which was accidental, and as of the moment have taken the testimony of three people who were with the deceased, her roommate and two others who were travelling with her.

These people indicated that along with the deceased, they went to the “Daddy-O,” where they consumed a quantity of alcoholic beverages until the deceased started to feel ill. So they returned to the hotel Gran Caribe, located on bulevar Kikilcán, at kilometer 11.5 in the Hotel Zone, where they were staying.

Once in the room, the young woman started to jump and run all over the room, but when she reached the balcony she fell off, with deadly results.

According to the autopsy on the body of the tourist, she had not consumed any drugs, but rather adulterated alcohol, which produced hyperactivity and caused her death.

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Sidney Taylor

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Fried bananas [Platanos fritos]

Fulano likes simple dishes. One of my favorites is fried bananas. The banana used is not the type you buy in the supermarket which you peel and eat. The banana used is called a “plantain” in English. In Mexican markets they are called “platanos machos.” They are large bananas and do not reach peak sweetness until they are very, very ripe, with the outside skin almost totally black. There are actually hundreds of species of bananas.

If you have never tried these before, you will be amazed at how sweet a banana can be. They are as sweet as candy.

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American murders a Canadian in San Felipe, Baja California

Translated by Fulano from an article in La Cronica

MEXICALI, Baja California – An American man accused of a murder committed in San Felipe, Baja California was freed after the judges reclassified the crime he was charged with, allowing him to be freed on bail.

The prosecutor accused William “N”, 63-years old, with murder in a fight in which John Alexander Blue, a 68-year old man originally from Canada, died. Both were residents of San Felipe, Baja California.

The events occurred the afternoon of last April 20, 2013, when both were presumably arguing about feeding some cats near Campo San Marcos, in San Felipe.

The State Attorney General filed a criminal complaint against William, under case 02/2013/16272, with criminal cause 636/2013.

The state judicial powers reported that the crime for which William was accused, and for which he was being held in prison, was reclassified to the crime of murder committed by excess during legitimate self defense.

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