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Father and Daughter Held At Gunpoint For Driving A Rental Car; DPS Claims Officer Was Justified

Williams, Arizona (VN) – On Thursday, August 11, 2016, Ken Walton was traveling east on Interstate-40 toward the Grand Canyon with his daughter safely buckled in a car seat beside him in the rental vehicle they had taken from San Francisco. He had noticed an Arizona Highway Patrol car driving behind him for a mile or so when the officer flashed on his lights. Walton pulled over, rolled down his window and waited for Highway Patrol Trooper Oton Villegas to approach the vehicle.

To his surprise, Officer Villegas inched toward the vehicle on the passenger side with his gun drawn. When Walton had noticed the officer approach the side of his car, he saw that the officer had his gun pointed at him with his daughter in the line-of-fire. The officer ordered Walton to lower the passenger window. Being in an unfamiliar vehicle, Walton was struggling to find the button for the passenger window while keeping his hands visible to an officer who is threatening their lives.

Walton’s 7-year-old daughter rolled down the window. “I explained that we were in a rental car, that we had no weapons, and I was having trouble figuring out how to roll down the front passenger window from my driver’s side door,” Walton recounts.

As his daughter struggled to lower the window further, the officer pointed his gun directly at her and ordered her not to move. The officer then ordered Walton to exit the vehicle. He exited promptly with his hands raised in the air. The officer stepped to the driver’s side of the vehicle ordering Walton to face away from him.

Officer Villegas shouted at Walton, who was still facing away from the officer with his hands in the air, “Get your hands away from your waist or I’ll blow two holes through your back right now!”

However, the officer did not shoot. Walton obeyed orders to back up and kneel; he was placed in handcuffs and held against his will in the back of the police cruiser. By this time, more officers had arrived at the scene.

Ken Walton arrest
The official reason why Walton was stopped was because the rental car he was using had its front license plate lost or stolen, and this was reported to the Nevada DMV. This data point created the groundwork for a wild assumption that the rental vehicle occupied by Walton was stolen. Somehow, this is alleged to be a justification for holding a man and his 7-year-old daughter at gunpoint, threatening their lives, at least in the opinion of Department of Public Safety Capt. Damon Cecil.

“The bottom line is, our trooper did everything correctly,” said DPS Capt. Damon Cecil.

Think about that. If an officer can make an assumption that is not founded in evidence, he can and likely will, be vindicated by his superiors for threatening the lives of factually innocent people!

This is incentivizing our police to murder innocent people. There is no other interpretation by the statement of the officials of the so-called “Department of Public Safety” in Arizona.


Read the entire Facebook post from Ken Walton, posted at approximately 1 AM Friday morning below:

“Tonight, I was arrested at gunpoint by an Arizona highway patrol officer who threatened to shoot me in the back (twice) in front of my 7-year-old daughter. For a moment, I was certain he was going to kill me for no reason. I’m alive, and I need to share the story. PLEASE SHARE IT, because I have an important reason for staying up past 1AM to write it down.

Here’s what happened:
My daughter and I are from San Francisco, on vacation, traveling through the Southwest. Today we were driving from Hoover Dam to the Grand Canyon in a Toyota Camry we’d rented from Fox Car Rental in Las Vegas. In Williams, Arizona, as I exited Interstate 40 to head north toward the Canyon rim, I was pulled over by an AHP officer who’d been tailing me for a couple of miles. I hadn’t been speeding, so I wondered if perhaps the car had a broken taillight or something. I rolled down my window and waited.

Suddenly, the officer rapped on the rear passenger side window with his pistol. My daughter, who was sitting inches from the barrel of his gun, jumped with fear as the officer yelled at me to roll down the front passenger window, his service weapon pointed directly at me. I knew something was terribly awry and I tried to remain calm, keeping my hands visible as I slowly fumbled for the window controls in an unfamiliar car. My daughter rolled down her window and I explained that we were in a rental car, that we had no weapons, and I was having trouble figuring out how to roll down the front passenger window from my driver’s side door. The officer didn’t listen, and kept yelling louder and more insistently, ordering me to comply with his request as he leered at me down the barrel of his pistol. My daughter panicked and tried to get out of her booster seat to reach forward to roll down the front window, and the officer screamed her at her not to move as he pointed his pistol at her.

Somehow I was able to get the window down, and then the officer ordered me to exit the car with my hands up. I did so slowly and with my hands raised as high in the air as possible, and as he came around to the driver’s side of the car he screamed at me to face away from him, as if I were doing something wrong. (I didn’t know this was the protocol for being arrested at gunpoint.) Then, as I had my hands in the air, he yelled, at the top of his lungs, in a voice I will never forget, as my daughter looked on in terror, “Get your hands away from your waist or I’ll blow two holes through your back right now!” My hands were high in the air as he said this, and I was not in any way reaching for my waist. I was utterly terrified. I’ve heard stories of police yelling out false things like this before they unjustifiably attack someone as a way to justify the attack, and I thought this was what was happening to me. I braced for bullets to hit me and all I could think of was my daughter having to watch it happen and being left alone on the side of the highway with an insane, violent cop.

The bullets didn’t arrive, though. I followed every order of the officer as slowly and deliberately as I could, very slowly backed toward him, got to my knees, was placed in handcuffs, and was thrown inside the back of his car. By this time many more officers has arrived, and I could see a couple of them talking to my daughter.

Why was I arrested? The car I was had rented had previously had its front license plate lost or stolen, so the car rental company reported this to the Nevada DMV. The Arizona highway patrol officer, who looked up my plate number while he was tailing me, misinterpreted this Nevada DMV report as meaning that I was driving a car with a stolen license plate, and somehow this prompted him to approach me at gunpoint and threaten to kill me in front of my little girl.

After a few minutes he released me from the handcuffs, and since I knew the truth, I called him out for over-reacting, and told him he had no reason to threaten to shoot me. He stood by his story that I had made a threatening movement toward my waist, and I said it wasn’t true, and he said this wasn’t the place to discuss it. He let me go attend to my daughter but continued to “detain” us for another 20 minutes as he talked to his supervisors, presumably plotting damage control.

I got his card, his supervisor’s number, the case number, and the cards of other officers on the scene. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it. My daughter is traumatized. She said she wanted to cry to the officers who were comforting her, but she was afraid they would get mad at her. As we drove the final hour to our Grand Canyon hotel, she told me she was confused, because she thought the police were the good guys, and she didn’t know why the officer said he would kill me when my hands were in the air. I tried to come up with an explanation but I struggled for words.

I’m not sure why I’m writing all this down. Maybe it’s because, as I sat in that back of that police car and heard the AHP officer learn the truth from his dispatcher – that the man he’d just captured at gunpoint and threatened to murder was totally innocent – I realized it was very possible that the only reason I was alive was because I am a scrawny 48-year-old white man wearing a Micky Mouse t-shirt and cargo shorts and hiking boots. The officer that arrested me was so pumped up on adrenaline and eager to get a “bad guy” that he could barely control himself, and if I’d looked just a little bit more threatening to him – because I was black, or young, or long-haired, or tattooed, or didn’t speak English – I believe he might have pulled the trigger.

If you are a person who has ever looked skeptically at the claims of Black Lives Matter, or others who talk about police violence, I urge you to consider what happened to me and put yourselves in the shoes of others. I just survived a bizarre gunpoint situation in which I was as innocent as Philando Castile, who was not as lucky as I was. We live in a society where anywhere and everyone can have a gun at any time, and police are responding with fear in dangerous ways. I got lucky tonight. My daughter and I made it to the Grand Canyon and I’m going to try to salvage what’s left of our vacation. Many others – because of the color of their skin or the way they look or because of simple bad luck – did not meet the same fate.

Administrative notes:
I may not be able to respond to your comments or PMs or tests about this post. The kiddo and I are OK, and looking forward to hiking the Grand Canyon tomorrow. I’m going to try not to spend much time on facebook after I post this, and cell service here sucks.

I’m thinking about taking legal action against Arizona for this. I’m really mad about it. Perhaps it’s a waste of time, but I feel like I need to do something to try to protect others against officer Oton Villegas, even if it costs me a lot of money in legal fees. If you have any advice about this, please contact me directly.

Love you all.” – Ken Walton

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