The Law Still Applies To You, Bro
I was a police officer. About fifteen years ago, a girl came in with a complaint that her boyfriend had been sending her a stream of harassing messages after she broke up with him. They weren’t threatening in nature; they oscillated between a few different angles.
Message: “Baby, I love you! Give me another chance!”
Message: “You’re nothing but a cheap w***e and left me to be with someone else!”
Message: “I just swallowed a hundred sleeping pills. I hope you’re proud of yourself!”
Message: “Let’s be adults and talk this out.”
It was serious enough to warrant law enforcement becoming involved when it escalated to the point that this gentleman was actually buying new SIM cards to continue to harass the young lady after she’d blocked him for the umpteenth time.
I went ahead and placed the first warning call.
Me: “…if you continue to contact her in any manner, you will be arrested for harassment. Have I made myself clear?”
Ex-Boyfriend: “You can’t talk to me like that! I’m in a wheelchair!”
Me: “Your disability is completely irrelevant. And—” *extra pleasantly* “—we do have cells and services in the county jail that accommodate inmates who are disabled, as per the Americans With Disabilities Act!”
Ex-Boyfriend: “This is how you treat disabled citizens?”
Me: “It’s how I treat citizens who are breaking the law! Now, again, I am giving you a fair warning. You will be arrested if—”
Ex-Boyfriend: “I’m gonna call my lawyer. You have no right talking to someone in a wheelchair like this. He’s the best lawyer in [City], and he’ll have your badge!”
Me: “You have the right to have a lawyer represent you if you’d like, if you’d rather not speak to me.”
Ex-Boyfriend: “I’m just saying, I’m in a wheelchair, and you will treat me with respect!”
Me: “Do you understand the warning we are giving you?”
Ex-Boyfriend: “No, I don’t understand any of it. Explain it to me in detail.”
Me: “Okay, we’re not going to play games with you, so why don’t you have your lawyer call this office? My name is Officer [My Name], badge number—”
Ex-Boyfriend: *Click*
He then contacted the young lady from another number with, “How dare you call the cops on a man in a wheelchair?! You should be ashamed of yourself!” And so on.
It took a restraining order to send home the message that his wheelchair wasn’t a license to break the law. And as I was told by the serving deputy (whose forceful, powerful voice and intimidating stature had earned him the nickname “Bull”), the guy tried the “You can’t do that! I’m in a wheelchair!” rebuttal on him and was immediately shut down.