Yadkinville, North Carolina is No Place To Visit , If You Are Poor, Disabled ...

15.02.10

My husband and I left our home in Glade Valley, North Carolina on a sunny day in Sept.09 to go visit his mother, who was hospitalized in a city outside of High Point, NC on our way, we have decided to stop in a small town that was Highway 40, called Yadkinville, and go into a pharmacy barrier to buy a card for her. We were dressed appropriately for a visit to the hospital and were sympathetic to the clerks in the pharmacy. We bought our membership card, face painting and a soda, then emerged prior to park my Ford F150 1992. We climbed into the truck and lit a cigarette and opened our soda.We wanted to moderate a bit before we journied in High Point. After resting a bit, I cranked up the truck and headed towards High Point. As we pulled out of the parking lot, a light may come behind us. I shot a gas station neigboring, and an officer immediately left his patrol car, approached my window and ask "What did you people do in this pharmacy?" He gave us no remonstrance to get us out, and before we knew there were three municipal police officers and a deputy sheriff who surround us.The policeman who pulled me, asked me to leave the cockpit and took me around the back and I emptied my pockets. He then asked me what was in the truck, and said: "As far as I know, you could have one million dollars in there" The officer took me behind the instrument while some Some of the other officers began searching the truck, the other officers questioned and searched my cancellation, which is disabled by a traumatic brain injury, is blind in one eye, and took five shots.I tried to explain to the officer who made me in the back of the truck that my budget was not good, but he refused to listen. He told me that I had a fake label, changed the registration and title and no insurance. I presented evidence to him that I did not, and he laughed and told me that my mandate, insurance card and registration means nothing. He took my label, the other officers left my truck in a mess, and my wallet and credit cards that we bought for my stepmother. After receiving the tickets for something I was not guilty, they left us stranded miles from home and miles from the hospital.We ask them if they would give us a hassle to the DMV to buy another tag, they refused, so we walked to the DMV in the hot sun. The clerk at the DMV was very hateful to refuse to make me sign my contact to my husband if we could get a tag. I ended up having to call Raleigh from a cell phone, and they had to leave his mark we buy another woman tag.That treated us as bad if not worse than the officers who shot and we searched .

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