Posted on | August 24, 2025 | No Comments
Devon Hogan Flanagan (right) in Newport, Rhode Island
This was one of those “viral video” stories that I was going to let pass by without comment, until I got the details from Miranda Devine’s column in the New York Post. First of all, you have to know that this incident took place at “the upscale Clarke Cooke House,” which just happens to be the swankiest restaurant in Newport, Rhode Island. Reservations are required, and apparently Devon Hogan Flanagan and her friend from college days, Veronica Hannan, got so drunk and rowdy that management asked them to leave. Everybody knows that Flanagan works for the state Attorney General’s office — because she kept shouting “I’m an AG” while they were putting her in cuffs — but her friend Hannan is also rather upscale, with a corporate job in New York.
This is great publicity for Pepsi https://t.co/I5s7dCDqQL pic.twitter.com/Z6qkphdcSI
— Greg Piper (@gregpiper) August 20, 2025
Like a dozen other similar incidents I’ve watched on YouTube, the only reason anyone got arrested is because they refused to do what the cops told them. It’s like those “sovereign citizen” idiots who think they can litigate their rights during a traffic stop. No, son — just take the ticket and go to court. In the case of Devon Flanagan and Veronica Hannan, all they had to do was leave peacefully, but they couldn’t seem to do that:
The incident unfolded around 9:51 p.m. last Thursday, Aug. 14, when Flanagan, 34, her friend from college Veronica Hannan, who’s a senior manager at PepsiCo, and Veronica’s poor husband, financial adviser Dan Hannan, were asked to leave Clarke Cooke House for reasons unknown. Judging by the belligerence of the women, it’s not hard to guess why.
The bodycam begins as police arrive to find the women out in front of the restaurant. Flanagan, wearing a short red jumpsuit, is wagging her finger and demanding that the officer stop the bodycam: “Protocol is you turn it off if a citizen requests you turn it off.”
(First, notice the time — it’s not even 10 o’clock yet, and they’re already so hammered they’re getting thrown out. Second, no, it’s not “protocol” for cops to turn off their bodycam any time a suspect requests it.)
The cop tries to be reasonable: “So they want you guys to leave. Let’s just leave. Let’s make it easy.”
But Flanagan is determined to pull rank. Veronica, in a yellow body-hugging satin dress, keeps telling the cop Flanagan is a lawyer.
Poor Dan implores: “Can we all talk?” He is nattily dressed in a brown suit, because Clarke Cooke House, judged by Food & Wine Magazine as “by far the most sophisticated restaurant in Newport,” has a dress code: “Gentlemen, please, jackets required.” . . .
(See? It’s a swanky place in a swanky town. Newport, Rhode Island, isn’t Gainesville, Georgia, and the Clarke Cooke House is not Pelican Pete’s Tiki Bar. A certain level of decorum is expected.)
“OK, so you’re trespassing so we gotta leave now, unless you want to be in handcuffs,” the cop says.
“We’re not trespassing,” Flanagan responds sternly, as if she is lecturing a witness in court. “You haven’t notified us that we’re trespassing, number one.”
“What did I just tell you,” says the cop. “You’re trespassing. Let’s go. I don’t want to arrest you guys.” . . .
(He’s giving them the choice — you can go peaceably now, or you can go in handcuffs later. Your choice.)
But no, Flanagan was going to teach this cop some respect.
“You’re not going to arrest us. Number two, the protocol is …”
She keeps lecturing him. Veronica wags her finger in his face. Poor Dan is squirming in the background.
“Your protocol is if I ask you to turn off the bodycam, you have to turn it off and that’s your protocol,” Flanagan insists, infuriated that this cop isn’t obeying her instruction
“She’s a f–king lawyer so she knows,” says Veronica.
The cop’s patience is wearing thin. “Well, that’s bulls–t lawyer stuff so that’s not true. We gotta go.”
Flanagan lets fly with her trump card: “I’m an AG. I’m an AG.”
“Good for you,” says the cop. “I don’t give a s–t.” . . .
(Yeah, gonna be the handcuffs, isn’t it?)
The last we see of Flanagan is in the back of the cruiser shrieking: “Buddy, you’re going to regret this. You’re going to regret it. I’m an A …”
The door slamming in her face before she gets out the 12th “I’m an AG” is one of the most satisfying moments in bodycam history.
Cut. Scene. But wait — there’s one more thing:
Charles Glasser at Instapundit points out that Flanagan’s friend Veronica Hannan “is carrying a Chloé Woody Medium Canvas Tote. It sells for $1,390.00 at Bloomingdale’s.” My wife doesn’t have a $1,300 purse. Does your wife have a $1,300 purse? And you know what? I bet that cop’s wife doesn’t have a $1,300 purse, either. All these progressive types want to lecture us about “white privilege,” well, here’s a textbook case. The cop ought to have tased these snooty bitches, and called it “social justice.”
Flanagan’s boss, a Democrat who worked in the Obama administration, is not too happy with his employee:
Special Assistant Attorney General Devon Flanagan, who was arrested for trespassing, was placed on paid leave after the incident while the Rhode Island Attorney General’s office reviewed the matter. Starting Monday, Flanagan will go on unpaid leave, the office told Fox News Digital. . . .
In a subsequent radio interview after Flanagan’s arrest, Rhode Island Attorney General Peter Neronha called it “inexcusable behavior” that will likely result in “strong, strong sanction[s].” . . .
“I’ve got 110 lawyers. She embarrassed all of them. . . .
“I’m not sure what she was thinking. Clearly, she was not thinking straight,” said Neronha. . . .
“She’s humiliated herself,” Neronha added. “Regardless of what happens vis-a-vis her employment with us, she’s going to have a long time coming back from this. It’s just really unfortunate.”
Maybe she could learn to code . . .
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