Like every other woman I know who has accused former KCKPD detective Roger Golubski of sexual coercion, Jermeka Hobbs shares her story of meeting him at what she considers the lowest point of her life. Now 44 years old and working as a hotel maid in KCMO, Hobbs reflects on the time when she was 26, pregnant with her fifth child, struggling with a crack addiction, and living with a violent boyfriend.
The incident that led to her encounter with Golubski occurred on January 5, 2006. That day, her boyfriend physically assaulted her, causing her serious injuries. The following morning, after receiving medical treatment, Golubski arrived at her grandmother’s house and claimed to be investigating the case. Despite no official reason for him to be involved in an aggravated battery case, Golubski took advantage of the opportunity that presented itself.
When Golubski saw the drugs in her bathroom, which were in plain sight, he immediately shifted his focus on Hobbs. He leered at her, making explicit sexual comments, and gestured towards the drugs. Prosecutors later revealed that Golubski targeted women who had experienced trauma or legal trouble and were unlikely to report his actions due to their vulnerabilities. These women were unlikely to be believed if they did come forward.
Those who support Golubski have argued that his attraction to Black women was not a crime. However, Hobbs did not feel the same “liking” that others claimed. What sets her apart from the rest is the number of people in her life who were aware, to some extent, of the relationship between her and Golubski. This disgraced detective served the KCKPD for 35 years, from 1975 to 2010, before being charged with rape, kidnapping, and sex trafficking.
According to Hobbs, Golubski never explicitly threatened her life like he allegedly did with other women. He didn’t warn her that her body would end up in the river or that her loved ones would be harmed if she spoke out. However, Golubski had a different method of control over her. He had something to hold against her, as he could easily pin criminal charges on her. This would inevitably impact her children as well.
During their first encounter, Golubski gave Hobbs his business card and told her to be ready when he called. This routine continued for several years. Sometimes he would pick her up, and other times he would summon her to the police headquarters. When she arrived, the other officers present seemed aware of the situation but did nothing to intervene. It bothered Hobbs that a detective couldn’t recognize her reluctance to be there.
The pair would then get into Golubski’s police car, right in the parking lot where anyone passing by could see. In most cases, they would silently drive through a circuit with minimal traffic. Not once did Golubski ask her how her day was or engage in any conversation beyond showing her stacks of photos. These photos consisted of deceased women, some of whom were homicide victims. Hobbs questioned why all of Golubski’s cases seemed to involve women.
One of the unnerving aspects of their drives was the specific locations they would visit. They would often pass by locations such as the Quindaro Ruins, the Memorial Park Cemetery where babies were buried, a blocked-off street on Brown Avenue, and the Delavan Apartments where Golubski was allegedly involved in a sex trafficking conspiracy. Hobbs felt that Golubski’s purposefully selected these places, possibly considering adding her picture to the collection of deceased women.
For years, Hobbs lived in fear, convinced that something terrible would happen to her. As a police officer, she expected him to help her after enduring abuse, not subject her to additional torment. These drives always led them back to Golubski’s impeccably clean house in Edwardsville.
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