Drunk Woman Explodes on Me Over Filming in Public — Drops Bomb Threats
Drunk Woman Explodes on Me Over Filming in Public — Drops Bomb Threats
When you’re a journalist with a camera in your hand, you never really know what the day is going to bring. Sometimes it’s peaceful — you capture architecture, a few street shots, maybe exchange a polite word or two. Other times, the camera seems to act like a magnet for chaos. My latest trip to Deerfield Beach was a perfect example of that.
This wasn’t just another audit. It was a journey that started with the quiet stacks of the Percy White Library, moved into the salty air of the beach where I met an unforgettable character, and ended at Deerfield Beach City Hall with a reminder of why I do this work in the first place.
Buckle up. This one has it all: libraries, sand, city officials, and a drunken woman who thought yelling about bombs was a winning argument against the First Amendment.
Chapter 1: Starting at the Percy White Library
If you’ve never been to the Percy White Library, it’s tucked right into the heart of Deerfield Beach as part of the Broward County Public Library system. Named after Percy White, a long-time community leader who believed in access to knowledge for everyone, it’s the kind of building you walk into and instantly feel the weight of public purpose.
That’s where I began the day — not with drama, but with curiosity. Libraries are government buildings, and as such, they’re public spaces where the First Amendment is alive and well. I walked in, camera rolling, checking out the space and making small observations. People were reading, staff were busy helping patrons, and there was a calm atmosphere that reminded me why public institutions matter.
I didn’t encounter hostility there. Nobody told me to shut the camera off. No one screamed about privacy. Instead, it was a subtle but important reminder: sometimes government gets it right.
But I didn’t come to Deerfield Beach just to quietly film library shelves. The day had more in store.
Date of Audit: August 4, 2025
Physical Address: 837 E Hillsboro Blvd, Deerfield Beach, FL 33441
Phone: (954) 357-7680
Website: broward.org/library
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Chapter 2: A Stroll by the Beach
Leaving the library behind, I headed toward the shoreline. The beach in Deerfield Beach is beautiful, with its pier, palm trees, and that wide-open view of the Atlantic. It’s also, like any beach in Florida, a place where you’ll find every type of person: families, tourists, fishermen, joggers, and occasionally… someone who’s had way too much to drink.
I was moving along with my camera when she appeared. Staggering a bit, eyes glassy, voice already raised before she even fully engaged. You could tell from the first few words that this was going to be a scene.
And oh boy, was it.
Chapter 3: “You Can’t Film Me, I’m a Muslim!”
The second she locked onto the camera, it was like lighting a fuse.
“You can’t record me — I’m a Muslim!” she declared, her voice sharp enough to cut through the ocean breeze.
It was such a surreal moment I almost laughed out loud. Religion has no carve-out from public photography. The First Amendment doesn’t say, “Congress shall make no law… unless someone really, really doesn’t want to be filmed.” Yet here she was, insisting that faith was a legal shield against the lens.
Her argument didn’t stop there. Her volume grew. Her arms flailed. She paced like she was in a courtroom drama, delivering testimony to an invisible jury.
And then, without missing a beat, she dropped the bombshell — literally.
Chapter 4: When Ranting Turns Into Bomb Threats
“You can’t film me… we can bomb you.”
The words hung in the air like a bad smell. People nearby froze, some with disbelief, others with nervous laughter. You could see it in their faces — Did she really just say that?
Yes. Yes, she did.
That was the tipping point where this wasn’t just a funny drunken rant anymore. It became a bizarre, uncomfortable moment of realizing that someone had casually referenced violence in the middle of a beach day.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t stop filming. In fact, I steadied the camera more. Because here’s the truth: if I’d shut it off right there, if I’d walked away, this would’ve become nothing more than hearsay. Instead, I captured it — raw, unfiltered, undeniable.
Chapter 5: The Crowd Joins In
She wasn’t ranting in a vacuum. Other beachgoers couldn’t help but react.
“You’re drunk!” one bystander shouted, summing up what we were all thinking.
“I’m not drunk!” she shot back, wobbling a little as she tried to stand tall. Her words slurred, her logic spiraled, but her confidence never wavered. In her world, she wasn’t drunk at all. She was the hero, standing against the tyranny of… a guy with a camera.
People gathered, watching like it was street theater. Some laughed, some shook their heads, others pulled out their own phones to record. For a brief moment, the whole beach became an audience to a show no one had bought tickets for.
Chapter 6: Why I Don’t Walk Away
A lot of people would have packed it up right there. Who wants to deal with a drunk, unpredictable stranger shouting threats?
But here’s the thing: if I walk away, what’s the lesson? That whoever yells loudest gets to dictate the law? That being uncomfortable overrides constitutional rights?
That’s not how it works.
I wasn’t creating a disturbance. I wasn’t harassing anyone. I was documenting a public space. She chose to walk into the frame and create a scene. And because she did, it turned into a teachable moment — one that shows exactly why First Amendment audits are important.
Chapter 7: From Beach Chaos to City Hall Calm
After the storm of that encounter, I made my way to Deerfield Beach City Hall.
Walking up to the building was like hitting reset. The clean lines of the architecture, the official seal, the American flag waving — it was the opposite of the chaos at the beach. It reminded me why I do these audits: to test the boundaries of government transparency, to ensure the places funded by taxpayers truly are open to the public.
Inside, the atmosphere was calm. Staff went about their work. Citizens came and went. No one screamed. No one made bomb threats. No one tried to tell me I couldn’t film.
It was a grounding reminder: while individuals might lose their cool, the institutions themselves often know the law. City Hall didn’t melt down when the camera rolled. They understood — this is public, this is allowed.
Chapter 8: The Bigger Picture
Looking back, the day felt like a three-act play:
Act 1 (Percy White Library): The calm opening. A quiet reminder of public resources at work.
Act 2 (The Beach): The chaos, the confrontation, the bomb threat. A reminder that free speech is messy and often uncomfortable.
Act 3 (City Hall): The calm resolution. A reminder that our government buildings belong to the people and can withstand scrutiny.
Together, those acts told a story that was bigger than just a drunken outburst. They showed the spectrum of public life — from order to chaos to order again — all under the umbrella of constitutional rights.
Chapter 9: What Would You Have Done?
Here’s where I turn it back to you.
Imagine standing there with a camera. On one side, a drunk stranger shouting threats. On the other, curious onlookers waiting to see what you’ll do. Would you have stood your ground? Would you have kept filming? Or would you have turned the camera off and walked away?
For me, the answer is clear. I film because documenting matters. But I want to hear from you. Drop your thoughts in the video’s comments — I read them all, and I’m curious where you stand.
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Date of Audit: August 5, 2025
Physical Address: 150 NE 2nd Ave, Deerfield Beach, FL 33441
Phone: (954) 480-4200
Website: https://www.deerfield-beach.com/
Legal Disclaimer
All individuals captured in this video and described in this blog were filmed in publicly accessible areas where no expectation of privacy exists. The interactions documented are matters of public concern and are protected under the First Amendment of the United States Constitution.