“Am I Being Detained?”: Sovereign Citizens and the Battle Against Reality

Box of chocolates

For the past few weeks I’ve been enthralled by the sovereign citizen movement. They’re a delight, a confection, a box of bonbons filled with the finest and rarest flavors of conspiratorial lunacy. My favorite flavor, the one I want to examine in depth, is sovereigns’ dogged insistence on using methods that fail.

And fail.

And fail.

Sovereigns end up in court a lot. They turn routine traffic stops into six-officer pile-ons and tasings. One-day court hearings turn into years-long fiascoes with multiple stints in jail for contempt. Every contact with authority, no matter how minor, becomes a chance to assert their principles and their unique legal theories.

And they routinely, inevitably fail in court, are found guilty, and go out to do it all over again.

Among themselves, they spin the facts. Every case that hasn’t reached an absolute, unappealable conclusion is a future win. The few cases sovereigns have managed to win on the merits–despite, not because of, their legal theories–are proof that their theories are correct. Resounding failures are proof of government corruption, and allow the sovereign citizen to make additional charges against the state. But when it comes down to it, all they get are broken car windows. So, so many broken car windows.

They have their horrifying side. The violent end of the movement is responsible for a staggering number of police deaths, and the Southern Poverty Law Center lists sovereign citizens as one of the most dangerous groups in America. Those aren’t the ones I’m interested in. The sovereigns I want to analyze are the “Am I being detained?” crowd, the everyday drooling idiots getting their windows smashed on highways and byways across the world.

Explaining what sovereign citizens believe is daunting. There are multiple flavors of sovereign citizens, and they trade ideas freely without ever quite turning their beliefs into a coherent whole. Rather than diving in, I’m going to start by giving you a sampler.

“I overstand everything, I don’t understand anything.”

One of the weirdest things about this video is that that’s not actually drunken nonsense. In sovereign-citizen word magic, to understand is to stand under–that is, to consent to another’s authority. Statutes aren’t binding unless a person consents, so when a police officer or court official asks you whether you understand something, they’re asking you to consent to their authority. No consent, no authority. The guy’s so drunk that he passed out in his car at a light, but he still remembers not to fall for the cops’ sneaky linguistic tricks.

If you burst out weeping when a cop cuts your purse strap, you’re not going to make it as a sovereign citizen.

Calling the police “good sir” doesn’t soften them up much. Neither does telling them you’re the one in control. And strangely, they don’t think they need your consent to arrest you.

Coming in the numinous and evanescent future: Analysis.

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