It is illegal in D.C. to enter or attempt to enter any private dwelling, public building or other property or to remain within such property without lawful authority and against the will of the lawful occupant. ”Private dwelling” is defined as a privately owned house, apartment, condo or any other building used as living quarters. The maximum penalty for this offense is a $1,000 fine and 180 days of imprisonment. D.C. Criminal Code 22-3302.
When I arrived after work, I joined a few friends near the front of the stage. There was a crowd of about 400, sitting on
Lion/Tiger Hill, trying to beat the sun, waiting for the band. PTM came out at 6:30 and a few of us stood up to welcome them. A few boo's came from the back, we chuckled among ourselves and sat down. The band got through the first few songs with a few members of the crowd bobbing their heads back and forth. I was floored. I'm a pretty timid guy and my set of dance movements is mostly limited to the sway and the sway with clap but this was something else. When the second verse of Evil Friends hit, I was done. I stood up again, hoping to gradually bring more from the crowd up with me. The boo's came for a few seconds, and a police officer came up to talk to me.
"Sit Down."
"Sir, I'm here for the music, I intend to stand."
"Come with me."
"I'm here for the music, I intend to stand."
"Come with me."
A second officer approached me, and then a third, and the first officer grabbed my wrist. I took a few steps toward the stage to place both of my hands on the barrier.
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why."
There was no verbal rudeness on either side. The tapes start rolling here. The cuffs came out, the band stopped playing and tried to diffuse the situation. I kept asking what I was being arrested for, but recieved no answer. As they pulled me away, I clung onto the chained fence, and one of the officers brought me to the ground in a headlock. They piled on top, my legs still between the links of the fence. After a minute they got the cuffs on me.
They lead me to their office, asking for identification, address, etc. I refused to answer any other questions. I stopped asking what I was being arrested for since by this point it was obvious they were trying to figure that out themselves. There was a "what now?" presence in the room with all the officers looking at each other from time to time. They needed something, they couldn't release me without making the arrest justified. 20 minutes passed with me trying to make awkward small talk.
As the band was finishing the set, they lead me out, sat me in their van, and drove me to the metropolitan police station. As they transferred custody, I asked the metropolitan police again what I was being arrested for.
"That is not our job, the zoo police handed you over".
"Yes sir, but I need to know what I’m arrested for to comply."
The metropolitan police were in the middle of re-cuffing me, and placed their hands on me to move me (maybe for a search?), I didn't follow their cue, and was promptly wrestled to the ground again. I felt a sharp pain come from my side around the rib area. They sure know how to hurt you just enough so to not leave a major mark. They cuffed me in two pairs of cuffs and sat me in an empty cell. I could feel my hands starting to numb. At least two hours passed. I could hear distant conversations: "we're running out of time", with the words "zoo police" repeated over and over again. I kept asking for water as I still hadn't had a drink since my arrest. One of them came out and started questioning me again. "I'm not answering a single other question until I go to the hospital." The officer saw the swelling on my hands, the scratches of my face and knees and arranged a transport. They kept the cuffs on, but loosened them.
My first drink of water was past midnight at the hospital. My cuffs were taken off when I was brought back and fingerprinted around 2:30 in the morning. That was the first time I heard the reason for my arrest: Unlawful Entry. That's right. Unlawful Entry in the middle of the day in the Metropolitan Zoo. The officer doing the fingerprinting laughed with me when I told him the story... "haha zoo police".
My girlfriend picked me up from the station, we got ihop, and went home as the sun rose. If you're outside, stand up, sit down, whichever, just enjoy the music.