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Why I don't trust the police also
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I came home after winning a pool match and I had had 4 drinks over 3 hours. I came home and me and my bro got into a argument about bills. I ended up with a glass in my head and my bro cut himself by being so wreck-less. I locked myself in the kitchen and contacted 2 family members what happened and I had been hurt. The argument ended, but there was a knock at the door and the Police had arrived. I identified myself, and I decided to wait outside in the Street.
Unknown to me at the time, but my bro had called 999 making out I was the aggressor!! He had also cut his hand from the cup he hit me with.
As fate would have it, I had very difficult Police officers who had made up their mind I MUST be the one in the wrong. Anyway, I remained calm and cooperative and gave my name, address and even DOB. The female Police officer insisted I gave my mobile number but I said I didn’t want to. She said I had to but I politely said I didn’t want to. She then threatened me the she would get it from me in the end at the Police station. I decline and she made out that I was being hostile and aggressive!
I was very concerned by the behavior of at least 2 officers that I called another relative to hint my concerns, and to instruct my solicitor to call me. Another male Police officer would not give me his name and wouldn’t keep still for me to take his ID number. He said he knew I was trying to note his ID number.
I later learnt that a male Police officer was told by a relative who I had called to the house, to have me checked at the hospital as I had a head injury, and the Policeman said he would get me checked out.
Several minutes later, the female Police officer later said she was arresting me under section 21. When I asked her to clarify what S21 was she said assault [which is incorrect to my understanding of the law]. I kept quiet and offered out my hands because I could hear whispering of whether to handcuff me or not. The female officer was angry decline the standard handcuffs that her male officer colleague offered. She requested the rigid block handcuffs.
She then frog marched me back and fourth in front of the neighbors, and eventually decided to get me in a Police car at the end of the road.
By this point I was feeling really unwell, and I did have strange symptoms, and communicated that I felt a little upset, and claustrophobic, and actually asked that the handcuffs be removed. The female Police enjoyed the moment and repeatedly pointed her finger in my face through the wind down rear car door window, and told me to "shut up. just shut up" with a loud voice. It was clear there was blood dripping from my head, and a large amount of my jeans from my head.
At the police station the fun began. There were 2 male officers and that female officer. I was accused by the officer at the front desk on being in a fight only last week [not true and never been arrested before]. I had one officer barking instructions at me as he wanted to search me, one male officer bombarding me with questions about myself. The female officer was trying to confuse me with the name of my solicitor and kept saying the name of my solicitor was someone other than what it was. When I described what I had drank, female officer turned to her male colleague and said how much she enjoyed a drink I drank.
Again, the Police got angered because I made the search easier by standing like Jesus on the cross. I even took my belt off which confused the male officer who then said he didn't want the belt off till the end because my jeans might fall down. I assured him my jeans wouldn't.
The female officer now decided to ask where a fresh blob of blood that dropped on my hand came from, I said my head! I attempted to scroll through my phone to give the telephone number of my solicitor but the female officer told me to turn the phone off which I did.
I was eventually seen by a doctor who I questioned why he was not wearing gloves when dealing with my open head injury, and he got concerned that I may have an infection, and asked me.
Things got better when the female black custody officer took over. I was led to a cell and I said I wanted to make a complaint about my treatment. My symptoms now got worse - it was like being drunk, and on a rocking boat. I had difficulty speaking and balance.
Sometime later, I raised my concerns to an Inspector who said to raise it with my solicitor later. I was led back to my cell and tried to rest but something was wrong with me.
I applied first aid in the cell, but when my symptoms got really bad I rang the bell. There was a significant delay before a male office attending me. I told him my symptoms and all he could suggest was a walk, and I declined.
I was eventually, photograph etc, and the male officer was probing into everything about me including my religion!
During my interview, my solicitor pointed out I still had glass in my head, and the inspector acknowledged it. It came clear in my head that the arrest time was 30mins incorrect, and that the police assumed I was the older brother based on build! After the interview, I mentioned I wanted to raise a complaint but my solicitor advised against it for now.
I was given my belongings back in a bag where it was no longer sealed but ripped open. Maybe the female officer wanted my telephone that bad!
After leaving police custody, I have 6 medical consultations, and medicine. I actually had sustained a concussion and bruising to a part on the inner ear/brain. It took 6 weeks before I was healed so u could imagine my ordeal when dealing with the Police where I was still cooperate and acted with dignity.
In my medical training, all open/glass head injuries should be checked at the hospital.
Several days later I received a leaflet for support for victims of domestic violence!!!
All I can say is, I believe if I was not as intelligent and coherent in spite of a serious head trauma, that some of the police would have beaten me. The only thing the police officers at the police didn’t do was run rings round me and excite me further. I told my friend that I felt like that scene in "the passion of the Christ" where Jesus is mocked and beaten the more he cooperated.
I am an intelligent ethic male but fair skinned. All officers were white except the African custody officer who spoke to me with respect. I don't walk around thinking I am a color, but this experience made me think would I have been treated this way if I was white?
I have now been told to raise a complaint by my friends who work for other Police forces including Police specialists who work in Professional standards.
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