All of us felt the increased pressure from the city of B_S. The workers had taken to breaking into private homes and carting off family pets to the pound. Held there pending payment of exorbitant fees, the scheme amounted to kidnapping for ransom. It became extortion when the city killed the captives after three days if the pet owner did not pay the fee. Highly illegal, the thugs had the full backing of the city administration.
A year ago, we were three care givers.
Fanny housed 21 dogs in an abandoned building and searched the dustbins to give them good food. They were as children for her and they returned the affection.
Nava doted on cats keeping 30 in her home and caring for 100's more in her neighborhood. She and her husband owned a restaurant, which meant plenty of leftovers for them.
Trouble in Eden
Unfortunately, the business soured and the couple had to move to a neighborhood where the people hated cats.
All of us felt the increased pressure from the city of B_S. The workers had taken to breaking into private homes and carting off family pets to the pound. Held there pending payment of exorbitant fees, the scheme amounted to kidnapping for ransom.
It became extortion when the city killed the captives after three days if the pet owner did not pay the fee. Highly illegal, the thugs had the full backing of the city administration the courts and the police.
The corruption was solid. No citizen had been able to free his animal without paying a big penalty.
Fanny Nava and I came to earn the wrath of the public employees.We maintained large numbers of the strays against all comers the killers of helpless animals. Along with the house pets, we sheltered a number of mean beasts unimpressed by uniforms dogcatchers and police.
Nobody on either side took prisoners. When they captured one of our animals, they exterminated it immediately.
Day of Infamy - 27 September 2004
At ten in the morning the dogs I shelter in two units gave off tremendous howling and barking. My single volunteer in residence observed the invaders breaking the iron gate next door. As three of them wore police uniforms, my worker decided an emergency call was fruitless. Also, the three city workers wearing masks indicated it was not a social call.
By the time they had entered my garden they had broken through seven locked doors and gates. A dogcatcher was already bleeding from the leg as he lassoed my guard dog and dragged her to a waiting van.
Realizing they were conquering borders in front of a witness the police asked my volunteer for keys to the two units. After he professed to have none, they invited him outside and then began to probe the windows with wooden sticks. They prompted a neighbor to break the door to the second unit standing beside him to avoid observation.
Soon, they shot the six dogs with knock out darts only one avoiding them running through my garden with a dart dangling from his side. The assailants with a long history of cruelty hunted him down two blocks distant.
When I arrived the criminals had left the dirty work almost complete. A.L., the neighbor who broke into the second unit, expressed his regret that the nine dogs in the first unit had escaped sure execution. As my cats had escaped over the roofs, he hoped the invaders would close that avenue of escape the next time they attacked.
The seven dogs captured and in harm's way, I quickly confronted Dr. Z. head of the City Pound. Knowing my appeal had to go through the totally corrupt District Court, he set the ransom at $1,000 and gave me three days before he killed the animals. Even if I paid it,he would continue holding them for 60 days certain death.
Already, my friends lacked food and water. Hungrily, they devoured the provisions I had brought. Even so, they seemed to sense my worry and consternation. How could I save them?
Seeking Justice in a Police State
It stands to reason. Any Jewish lawyer with a sense of justice will suffer discomfort [at least] working here. If he couples that with a yen to practice law, his only choice is to leave Israel. Similarly, any American who comes here has legal problems in his country.
An Israeli judge rises only to the highest level of his personal corruption. The filthiest judges rise to the top refuse in the sewer.
Largely, this arises from the ancient Jewish habit of incest. It has left them with a bloated sense of their importance and intelligence.
Exploit the weaknesses
The first good advice came from a very poor woman who had lost three dogs to the city. She had gone to a new court set up for indigents lawyers not required. When they saw she had no money to steal, they gave her back her dogs.
The big break came from a young Arab lawyer wise to the Jews. He ignored the lies and the threats to focus on their criminality.
A longer story is at http://catzmali.faithweb.com/
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tweeting While in Detention
'China: Tweeting a detention experience'
by Oi wan Lam, Global Voices
Yesterday, Guangzhou blogger Beifeng went hiking with a number of friends in Baiyun mountain. Some of them were wearing a Tee-shirt that carry a slogan from Xinhua Daily in1946 that says: one-party rule will bring disaster everywhere. It is a communist party slogan against the former ruling party Kuomingtang. The group of people were interrogated by six police and brought to the police station for further investigation. The tea-time lasted for more than eight hours and Beifeng reports on the process via twitter. Here is a translation of his tweets:
Some people with the t-shirts that carry the slogan of past "Xinhua Daily" are interrogated by six police. They are on their way to climb Baiyun mountain.
Police officer numbered 018356 is most active.
The police officers want to take them to the police station, but they don't want to go. There is a tension.
Both sides are taking video of each other, the police officiers then ask us to delete the video.
The slogan on the t-shirts is "one party rule will bring disasters everywhere".
Now all of them are invited to Baiyun police station. You can call up for further inquiry.
The reason for taking us away is to check our I.D and the police station of Baiyun branch is located at Guangyuen Chong Road 805.
I didn't wear the t-shirt, I went there to climb the mountain.
Nine of us are brought to the police branch. We are in a big room and there is no police officer there nor CCTV. From time to time, police officers walk pass the door. Probably they are waiting for the city police officers. We are making all kind of jokes in the room.
Still sitting in the police station. A undercover police walks in and asks us about the source of the slogan and asks if we are willing to write down our names. Two of us write their names down. The rain is very heavy outside.
Police comrades are having meeting, and there is only a police officer attending to us. We are bored. A friend is reciting poem from the Bible. Some fall asleep.
A friend just walked out from the police station front door. Ha, this is so funny.
Now the Baiyun police branch close the front door. Remind me of a saying "it is not too late to fix the cell after the sheep has run away". This is hilarious.
The atmosphere is becoming tense and there are more police. They want to keep us for dinner. We ask them to give a reason for detaining us.
Now the eight of us are sitting in the stair way at the front of the police station, passer-by can stop and watch and take picture of us.
An undercover takes us to a meeting room in the second floor. A senior police officer wants to see us. Up till now there isn't any procedural step taken.
Now they are taking note.
The reason for the written interrogation record is disturbing social order.
I left the police station 20 mins ago. Have been detented for 8 hours. Other people should be fine, will report on that later. However, Yeh Du has to stay and have tea (being interrogated) with security police.
“Fucking revolution”
Other people were asked to change into their new clothes and leave the old ones in the police station. I asked them to write a detention slip if they want us to leave our clothes. The police officers refused to do so. After a long negotiation, I took off my clothes and brought the old one home. But I had to wear the new one. I gave them money for the new clothes, they refused. I asked if I could just walk out without clothes, they wouldn't let me. By the way, the t-shirt that I wore had the slogan "Fucking revolution" with Lenin and his middle finger.
This is my first "tea-time" experience. Totally out of my expectation.
In their written record, I asked them to write down at the end: As a tourist in Baiyun mountain, as a citizen in this country, I feel regret that the police had detained me for more than six hours under the circumstance that I have not broken any law. I wish the country can respect every individual's freedom and will not let such incident happen again.
At first they asked me to change the clothes and I asked them to issue an official reciept for object detention. A police said if the object is a propaganda, they would destroy it. Later they suggested to cut it into pieces and brought the scissors in. I still requested the object detention slip. A police officer was getting angry and I told him that it was nothing personal. Then they consulted with the higher rank officers and eventually I could keep my t-shirt.
They asked me why I need the object detention slip, I said because I would get back my clothes.
Probably they could not think of any excuse to detain us, that's why they did not take away our mobile and eventually let one of us escaped. They had two hours meeting and then printed out a question outline. They must have consulted with higher rank police officials to figure that out. I told them that the whole incident would turn into a joke.
Yeh Du is now back home. All eight of us are back home safe.
As the time line of the tweets are not clear, Beifeng added more details in his blog:
The first tweet was written at 14:40, 19th of July. We arrived at the Baiyun police station at around 15:15. The written record started at around 18:00. 8 of us did that separately. I finished at 21:00. Because I insisted to have my clothes back, I stay longer until 22:55.
by Oi wan Lam, Global Voices
Yesterday, Guangzhou blogger Beifeng went hiking with a number of friends in Baiyun mountain. Some of them were wearing a Tee-shirt that carry a slogan from Xinhua Daily in1946 that says: one-party rule will bring disaster everywhere. It is a communist party slogan against the former ruling party Kuomingtang. The group of people were interrogated by six police and brought to the police station for further investigation. The tea-time lasted for more than eight hours and Beifeng reports on the process via twitter. Here is a translation of his tweets:
Some people with the t-shirts that carry the slogan of past "Xinhua Daily" are interrogated by six police. They are on their way to climb Baiyun mountain.
Police officer numbered 018356 is most active.
The police officers want to take them to the police station, but they don't want to go. There is a tension.
Both sides are taking video of each other, the police officiers then ask us to delete the video.
The slogan on the t-shirts is "one party rule will bring disasters everywhere".
Now all of them are invited to Baiyun police station. You can call up for further inquiry.
The reason for taking us away is to check our I.D and the police station of Baiyun branch is located at Guangyuen Chong Road 805.
I didn't wear the t-shirt, I went there to climb the mountain.
Nine of us are brought to the police branch. We are in a big room and there is no police officer there nor CCTV. From time to time, police officers walk pass the door. Probably they are waiting for the city police officers. We are making all kind of jokes in the room.
Still sitting in the police station. A undercover police walks in and asks us about the source of the slogan and asks if we are willing to write down our names. Two of us write their names down. The rain is very heavy outside.
Police comrades are having meeting, and there is only a police officer attending to us. We are bored. A friend is reciting poem from the Bible. Some fall asleep.
A friend just walked out from the police station front door. Ha, this is so funny.
Now the Baiyun police branch close the front door. Remind me of a saying "it is not too late to fix the cell after the sheep has run away". This is hilarious.
The atmosphere is becoming tense and there are more police. They want to keep us for dinner. We ask them to give a reason for detaining us.
Now the eight of us are sitting in the stair way at the front of the police station, passer-by can stop and watch and take picture of us.
An undercover takes us to a meeting room in the second floor. A senior police officer wants to see us. Up till now there isn't any procedural step taken.
Now they are taking note.
The reason for the written interrogation record is disturbing social order.
I left the police station 20 mins ago. Have been detented for 8 hours. Other people should be fine, will report on that later. However, Yeh Du has to stay and have tea (being interrogated) with security police.
“Fucking revolution”
Other people were asked to change into their new clothes and leave the old ones in the police station. I asked them to write a detention slip if they want us to leave our clothes. The police officers refused to do so. After a long negotiation, I took off my clothes and brought the old one home. But I had to wear the new one. I gave them money for the new clothes, they refused. I asked if I could just walk out without clothes, they wouldn't let me. By the way, the t-shirt that I wore had the slogan "Fucking revolution" with Lenin and his middle finger.
This is my first "tea-time" experience. Totally out of my expectation.
In their written record, I asked them to write down at the end: As a tourist in Baiyun mountain, as a citizen in this country, I feel regret that the police had detained me for more than six hours under the circumstance that I have not broken any law. I wish the country can respect every individual's freedom and will not let such incident happen again.
At first they asked me to change the clothes and I asked them to issue an official reciept for object detention. A police said if the object is a propaganda, they would destroy it. Later they suggested to cut it into pieces and brought the scissors in. I still requested the object detention slip. A police officer was getting angry and I told him that it was nothing personal. Then they consulted with the higher rank officers and eventually I could keep my t-shirt.
They asked me why I need the object detention slip, I said because I would get back my clothes.
Probably they could not think of any excuse to detain us, that's why they did not take away our mobile and eventually let one of us escaped. They had two hours meeting and then printed out a question outline. They must have consulted with higher rank police officials to figure that out. I told them that the whole incident would turn into a joke.
Yeh Du is now back home. All eight of us are back home safe.
As the time line of the tweets are not clear, Beifeng added more details in his blog:
The first tweet was written at 14:40, 19th of July. We arrived at the Baiyun police station at around 15:15. The written record started at around 18:00. 8 of us did that separately. I finished at 21:00. Because I insisted to have my clothes back, I stay longer until 22:55.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A Human Rights Abuse Victim Speaks
Sixteen Years in Chains
An illegal hold order has detained me in a Middle Eastern country for 16 years. I have committed no crime. Indeed, it was the 'host' nation that deprived me of human rights. All I received from 35 appearances in civil courts were several beatings that made me blind for four years and crippled me for life. They are guilty of violating 26 of my human rights as described by the 1948 UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
After I appealed to my native country's Embassy, the employees there notified my host's Interior Ministry. The Ministry issued an interrogation order on me and the Police chased me. Although I eluded them, they made a behind the back decision to make me a citizen. Then, the host Parliament enacted a new law that dual citizens had to pass a Police check to leave the country.
Suffice to say I will leave this place only in a coffin.
I have met scores of victims in similar situations. Most of them are dead.
Many human beings resist slavery and abuse in every way they can. Sadly, most of these efforts end in death. We are no match for the apparatus of the modern state.
Abolish slavery!
An illegal hold order has detained me in a Middle Eastern country for 16 years. I have committed no crime. Indeed, it was the 'host' nation that deprived me of human rights. All I received from 35 appearances in civil courts were several beatings that made me blind for four years and crippled me for life. They are guilty of violating 26 of my human rights as described by the 1948 UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
After I appealed to my native country's Embassy, the employees there notified my host's Interior Ministry. The Ministry issued an interrogation order on me and the Police chased me. Although I eluded them, they made a behind the back decision to make me a citizen. Then, the host Parliament enacted a new law that dual citizens had to pass a Police check to leave the country.
Suffice to say I will leave this place only in a coffin.
I have met scores of victims in similar situations. Most of them are dead.
Many human beings resist slavery and abuse in every way they can. Sadly, most of these efforts end in death. We are no match for the apparatus of the modern state.
Abolish slavery!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Human Rights Rare in Middle East
Human Rights Laws Not Enforced for Anybody in Israel
Israel ratified the 1948 UN Declaration of Human Rights, but implementation of it is rare for Jew or Gentile. Over 60 years of warfare Israel became a Police State, and the authorities work with judges to discourage dissent. After three devastating attacks on our homeless shelter, a sweet young Judge advised me to go to European Courts to press for human rights. She lost her job for saying that.
We may agree that Palestinians have a right to eat and to heat their homes. The Israeli authorities maintain the Palestinian loses these rights when he lobs mortar rounds over the wall. Indeed, most Jews do not wish any contact with Arabs and the wall is emblematic of that.
Both peoples could stay at home and tend to their own business.
Israel ratified the 1948 UN Declaration of Human Rights, but implementation of it is rare for Jew or Gentile. Over 60 years of warfare Israel became a Police State, and the authorities work with judges to discourage dissent. After three devastating attacks on our homeless shelter, a sweet young Judge advised me to go to European Courts to press for human rights. She lost her job for saying that.
We may agree that Palestinians have a right to eat and to heat their homes. The Israeli authorities maintain the Palestinian loses these rights when he lobs mortar rounds over the wall. Indeed, most Jews do not wish any contact with Arabs and the wall is emblematic of that.
Both peoples could stay at home and tend to their own business.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Inside a Riot
Inside a Riot
What is It Like to Be Inside a riot?
Quickly, you will absorb this is not a Dog and Pony Show for visiting dignitaries.
'Belarus: Freedom Day Protest'
by Veronica Khokhlova, Global Voices
On Tuesday, March 25, police broke up an opposition rally in
LJ users dranik80, ialeks, coipish posted very vivid photo reports from the March 25 rally - here, here, and here.
LJ user mmpbel, 30, posted a lengthy and detailed account (RUS) of his experiences at the rally and, later, inside a police bus:
[...] When we approached
People started moving towards
Very close to the bridge, the formation halted. Must have been because of the police standing in their way. We stood for a few minutes. I saw [opposition leader Anatoly Lebedko] walk forward, to do something about it. After a while, those at the head of the formation began to turn around. At the same time or a bit earlier, a police bus drove towards the bridge. Then things began to move fast. I saw cops in helmets run. Young people with the banner began to reposition themselves quickly, in order to be at the head of the formation again. Someone was hurriedly hiding away a fishing rod with the flag. A guy who carried the banner turned around and called out a female name, but then someone screamed "Andrei!" and I saw a girl being grabbed and dragged to the bus. Quickly, people began to disperse. I've been in a stampede before, but it was the first time that cops were chasing me. Hesitantly, I also began to move faster, still not really believing this was actually happening. As
I understood it, they were mainly seizing young people with flags. [...]
[...] I felt it was all over and decided to try reaching the monument to [Belarusian poet Yanka Kupala monument, [to lay flowers]. [...] I moved towards the bridge again. There was a police bus standing nearby, and from its window, a detained girl was making a Victory sign with her fingers. Young people stood next to the bus - possibly, friends of those who were detained.
[...] A few ordinary [not riot] cops stood at the park entrance. I asked one of them: "Is the park closed?" He said, "Yes." [...] As I walked down
I decided to leave the park through the exit guarded by the police. [...] I had nothing on me that could make them suspicious. There was a bus I'd already seen there. [...] A cop came up to me [and told me to get out.] [...] Another cop came up to me and said: "What are you doing here?" I [exclaimed, in Belarusian]: "Why are you talking to me like that?" (normally, I speak Russian, alas). (I do look very young, but hate it when rude strangers address me [informally], especially the uniformed ones.) And here it began. The cop grabbed me by the jacket and dragged me to the bus, screaming something. [...] The road was slippery, I almost bumped into the bus. [...] They pushed me inside, hit me in the stomach, there were screams, and orders to show them what was inside my backpack. It was all being done just to scare me, without any system to it. The bus was small and narrow, there were about a dozen cops in it. Perhaps this explains why the blow to my stomach was weak. [...] A co
p called me to the back of the bus, searched me there, but didn't look into my backpack. Told me to sit at the back seat. Then they forgot about me.
The cops were constantly chatting, joking, and appeared bored. Talked on the phones with their wives, explained to them that they were at an "event." [...] They were cursing constantly. [...] They were discussing the cars they'd bought.
After a while, there was some screaming, the door opened, and they pushed in a tall, skinny guy of about 30 years of age. There was intimidation again, [they ordered him to drop to the floor.] [...] They took him to the back of the bus and searched him. Found an asthma inhaler [...]. Ordered him to sit next to me. Two women were brought on the bus after him (it looked like they didn't push them in). One of them was the guy's mother, the other was her friend. They looked very refined [...]. The mother asked to let her son go, spoke of his and her own poor health (she had heart problems), was asking who was in charge. No one listened to her, the one in charge didn't respond. Someone said that they'd violated the law on mass events, entered the park that was closed for repairs, had [anti-government] flags with them, were calling to the violent overthrow of the [regime]. The mother was begging the cops, tried to argue with them, was asking to be allowed to step out for some fresh
air, to call the relatives. They refused to let her do any of it. [...] We were ordered to switch off our phones.
[...]
Things were quieting down and the cops were getting bored.
A cop who looked like he was in charge came in and ordered the women and the guy to leave [...]. [...] They were not allowed to take their white-red-white umbrella with them.
I was left alone again. I felt like a Red Army soldier imprisoned by the fascists. Hatred and the feeling of complete helplessness. If they took me to the forest to shoot then, I wouldn't be very surprised. There was no sign of any legal rights whatsoever.
The bus began to move [...]. [Then it stopped.] [...] [I was told to get up and go.] I got up and went. [...] The cop in charge, standing by the door, called to me [...]. I came up to him. He hit me on the ear near the back of my head. I heard laughter coming from the bus. I turned away, the door closed, and the bus drove away. [...] I switched on my phone and called my wife. It was around 8:30 PM by then.
It did occur to me to file a complaint with the prosecutor's office, but I didn't consider the idea for too long.
LJ user annie-minsk, 21, described (RUS) what it feels like to be at a rally in
You do not feel fear when you find yourself in the midst of everything - the police, people, flags.
No, you harden even more. Tears, fear and shaking hands are long forgotten, replaced with [...] a wicked smile and cold calmness of a convicted person. [...] You're no longer shy and stop [using the polite form of address]. [...] Your blood fills with adrenalin. Everyone is equal here, everyone [is your buddy] - welcome to hell!
When you look at the photos on the web the following morning, you feel it all again. As if you're back there. Back into this dirty, wet, nervous mess made up of people, cameras, fat riot cops with brass knuckles and unruffled traffic cops. And the groaning of the black-clad bastards [riot cops] - "Reh-eh, reh-eh" (this is how they scream when they are pushing people, in order to move in sync) - it doesn't horrify you anymore, not as much as it did then, the first time, in the cold March of 2006 [a GV translation from that time is here]. Then it seemed wild. Monstrous, inhuman. We hoped for the better, believed it was just a threat. They'd scare us and let go. And everyone would go home, and there'd be kitchen talk, and someone would write about it in LJ.
I've heard one and the same question so many times: "What are you trying to accomplish with your rallies?" My reply is, come, have a look, find it out. And don't bother me, because we won't understand each other anyway.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Police State Life
Police State Life
Two years ago Miriam complained a relative had threatened her. She invited the Police to her home. They asked her for identification.
After she showed them her sister’s driver’s license, they arrested her and took her to the station. Seven Police Officers stripped her naked to search her bodily cavities for contraband. She spent the night sleeping in the nude on the cold of a jail cell floor.
Two teenage boys searched for food near a security fence. The border guards shot them to death.
An Internet user re-published freedom of religion articles on his blog. Local clerics condemned him to death.
High government officials have sold nuclear secrets for at least 12 years. The culprits used a 2001 gag order to obstruct an investigation. It is forbidden to disclose any information about this to the public.
These atrocities occur in the democracies as well as the despotisms with alarming regularity.
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