Wednesday, December 26, 2007

American Goy's INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM SERIES: History of Violence - Real Life Edition (with bonus Icelandic and American material!)

One thing that I, as a European, have noticed since coming over here is the respect, morphing even into fear, of uniformed police in this country. People really fear the uniform.

You can see this every time when you drive on a highway, where the legal speed limit is 55, and once people spot a parked police car on the side of the road, everybody, and I mean EVERYONE, slows down to about 40 miles per hour. Just to not provoke a sleeping bear I guess...

Here are my own experiences.
I once parked a car at the airport curb, and went inside to search for a friend of mine who was late. Big mistake. After about 20 to 40 seconds, I saw a tow truck maneuvering, angling to hook my car up. I ran out, and said: "Hey, I am here, I am leaving now", at which the tow truck driver speeded up, bumped my car so that it shook, and hooked it. I asked him why he hit my car, and he did not deign to answer, but his cheshire cat smile told me that he really enjoyed the situation.

What can I say, the man must have loved his job.

About 15 seconds later police show up. Six officers surrounded me; one of them was an older gent, probably 50 years old. He looked normal. the rest of them - sunglasses, hands on their guns/nightsticks, barrel chests, muscles bulging. The words steroids rage come to mind. Fortunately, as one of the young bucks started screaming at me about me having a problem, the older gent told him to take it easy, that there does not seem to be a problem here, and for me and him (the officer) to calm down.

As the tow truck drove away with my car, I asked the older policeman how can I get it back and how much it will cost me. He explained to take a rail train to a station, where I will be able to pay the fine at the impound lot, and also the price. I thanked him for his help and was no my way. The young bucks looked disappointed with this peaceful resolution - and bored.

I believe that if not for the older cop, I would be on the ground, with a knee on my neck, being handcuffed and arrested for "disturbing the peace". I owe him for the fact that I was not clubbed and/or tasered and/or arrested. The storm troopers in black sunglasses looked really annoyed that the older cop resolved the situation calmly and professionally without them getting to do their "fun stuff".

Next scenario. It was late weekend night, the street is a famous one here for having a zillion bars, nightclubs and pubs, and I was drunk. I totally forgot where exactly the bus stop is to take me home. Spotting a group of police chatting near a police car, I walked up and asked them if they knew where the bus stop was.

Their reaction was shock.

Who is this piece of shit that DARES talk to them. The stormtrooper heads did not deign to look in my direction. A woman cop walked in and asked what the problem was. I told her; she explained to the best of her ability on where she thought the bus stop was. She asked for confirmation from the steroid rage brigade whether what she told me was correct; she got a shrug of the shoulders for a reply. Meanwhile a little crowd of 5-6 people materialized, to see what the problem is, because when the cops are involved there is always a problem. I mean, really - asking a cop for help? In THIS country?

A friend of my ex girlfriend was taken out of a nightclub, taken behind the alley and viciously beat up by the bouncers. We are talking hospital visit bad. Cops showed up, chatted up the bouncers, laughed, watched as the guy was kicked a bit more, left.

And things are getting worse.
Remember, everything changed after 9/11. And I do mean, EVERYTHING...

Recently an Icelandic woman came to the US for some Christmas shopping and do all the other things that tourists do.
What happened next was unbelievable. In her own words,
"Last Sunday I and a few other girlsbegan our trip to New York. We were going to shop and enjoy theChristmas spirit. We made ourselves comfortable on first class, drankwhite wine and looked forward to go shopping, eat good food and enjoylife. When we landed at JFK airport the traditional clearance processbegan. We were screened and went on to passport control. As I waitedfor them to finish examining my passport I heard an official say thatthere was something which needed to be looked at more closely and I wasdirected to the work station of Homeland Security. There I was toldthat according to their records I had overstayed my visa by 3 weeks in1995. For this reason I would not be admitted to the country and wouldbe sent home on the next flight. I looked at the official in disbeliefand told him that I had in fact visited New York after the trip in 1995without encountering any difficulties. A detailed interrogation sessionensued. I was photographed and fingerprinted. I was asked questionswhich I felt had nothing to do with the issue at hand. I was forbiddento contact anyone to advise of my predicament and although I wasinvited at the outset to contact the Icelandic consul or embassy, thatinvitation was later withdrawn. I don't know why. I was then made towait while they sought further information, and sat on a chair beforethe authority for 5 hours. I saw the officials in this section handleother cases and it was clear that these were men anxious to demonstratetheir power. Small kings with megalomania. I was careful to remaincompletely cooperative, for I did not yet believe that they planned todeport me because of my "crime". When 5 hours had passed and I had beenawake for 24 hours, I was told that they were waiting for officials whowould take me to a kind of waiting room. There I would be given a bedto rest in, some food and I would be searched. What they thought theymight find I cannot possibly imagine. Finally guards appeared whotransported me to the new place. I saw the bed as if in a mirage, for Iwas absolutely exhausted. What turned out was something else. I wastaken to another office exactly like the one where I had been beforeand once again a long wait ensued. In all, it turned out to be 5 hours.At this office all my things were taken from me. I succeeded in sendinga single sms to worried relatives and friends when I was granted abathroom break. After that the cell phone was taken from me. After Ihad been sitting for 5 hours I was told that they were now waiting forguards who would take me to a place where I could rest and eat. Then Iwas placed in a cubicle which looked like an operating room. Attachedto the walls were 4 steel plates, probably intended to serve as bed anda toilet. I was exhausted, tired and hungry. I didn't understand theofficials’ conduct, for they were treating me like a very dangerouscriminal. Soon thereafter I was removed from the cubicle and two armedguards placed me up against a wall. A chain was fastened around mywaist and I was handcuffed to the chain. Then my legs were placed inchains. I asked for permission to make a telephone call but theyrefused. So secured, I was taken from the airport terminal in fullsight of everybody. I have seldom felt so bad, so humiliated and allbecause I had taken a longer vacation than allowed under the law.

Theywould not tell me where they were taking me. The trip took close to onehour and although I couldn’t see clearly outside the vehicle I knewthat we had crossed over into New Jersey. We ended up in front of ajail. I could hardly believe that this was happening. Was I reallyabout to be jailed? I was led inside in the chains and there yetanother interrogation session ensued. I was fingerprinted once againand photographed. I was made to undergo a medical examination, I wassearched and then I was placed in a jail cell. I was asked absurdquestions such as: When did you have your last period? What do youbelieve in? Have you ever tried to commit suicide?

I wascompletely exhausted, tired and cold. Fourteen hours after I had landedI had something to eat and drink for the first time. I was givenporridge and bread. But it did not help much. I was afraid and theattitude of all who handled me was abysmal to say the least. They didnot speak to me as much as snap at me. Once again I asked to make atelephone call and this time the answer was positive. I was relievedbut the relief was short-lived. For the telephone was set up forcollect calls only and it was not possible to make overseas calls. Thejailguard held my cell phone in his hand. I explained to him that Icould not make a call from the jail telephone and asked to be allowedto make one call from my own phone. That was out of the question. Ispent the next 9 hours in a small, dirty cell. The only thing in therewas a narrow steel board which extended out from the wall, a sink andtoilet. I wish I never experience again in my life the feeling ofconfinement and helplessness which I experienced there.

I washugely relieved when, at last, I was told that I was to be taken to theairport, that is to say until I was again handcuffed and chained.Then Icould take no more and broke down and cried. I begged them at least toleave out the leg chains but my request was ignored. When we arrived atthe airport, another jail guard took pity on me and removed the legchains. Even so I was led through a full airport terminal handcuffedand escorted by armed men. I felt terrible. On seeing this, people mustthink that there goes a very dangerous criminal. In this condition Iwas led up into the Icelandair waiting room, and was kept handcuffeduntil I entered the embarkation corridor. I was completely run down byall this in both body and spirit. Fortunately I could count on goodpeople and both Einar (the captain) and the crew did all which theycould to try to assist me. My friend Auður was in close contact with mysister and the consul and embassy had been contacted. However, all hadreceived misleading information and all had been told that I had beendetained at the airport terminal, not that I had been put in jail. Nowthe Foreign Ministry is looking into the matter and I hope to receivesome explanation why I was treated this way."

This woman is petite, extremely beautiful, and has no criminal record. Yes, she overstayed her visa in '95, but she visited the USA after that without any problems. IF her overstaying was a big problem, the thing to do is to send her back to her own country. Deport her. Which was done...

But was it really necessary to treat her like a mass murderer? Why was she denied any form of contact with her embassy and friends? Why was she made to wait for hours on end, her legs cuffed and her hands cuffed to that? This system is inhumane, barbaric and designed to make the arrested feel helpless. Reading the comments at this site, there are several Americans gloating that they are happy that she was treated this way, as she broke the law, and everybody should be treated the same (Gestapo style) way.

To which I reply that I wish they and their children park their cars at the airport curb street and that when their car gets towed, there is no older, calmer cop but just the normal steroid stormtrooper brigade... After all, they BROKE the law...

The uppity Iceland government has the gall to officially complain about the treatment to its national.

Next story. Anne Gotbaum, a 45 year old woman, became irate when she was refused boarding a flight for which she was late. She was arrested, handcuffed, and taken to a holding cell.
As she was arrested, she kept screaming: ""I'm not a terrorist. I'm a sick mom. I need help!"

What an uppity woman - asking the cops for help!

Next, she choked herself to death, using her own handcuffs. According to the article linked: "It appears Gotbaum may have tried to get out of her handcuffs, which ended up around her neck". Yeah that's the ticket!

Now the amazing thing here is that here, in the Yoo Ess of Ey, nobody in the media or any other organization QUESTIONS this official story.

So I ask you, dear reader, especially if you are an American. Ask your spouse (or a friend) to handcuff you BEHIND YOUR BACK. Now, try to choke yourself to death. Try REAL hard...

See the video on Youtube.

Read the CBS News article, which quotes "Gotbaum was found unconscious with her hands "pressed against her neck area," police spokesman Sgt. Andy Hill said." Yeah yeah she choked herself. We get it!

Attorney Michael Manning, hired by the family has stated: '"She was handcuffed behind her back and shackled to a table," he said. "It doesn't make sense that she could have physically managed to strangle herself."'

Really? Well, too bad this story disappeared REALLY FAST here in the USofA. Because, obviously, the poor woman choked herself to death. Nothing to see here, move on now! I mean we were already told that this woman strangled herself, while her hands were handcuffed behind her back and she was shackled to a table. The nice man in uniform told us this - and the media dutifully shut up and started to graze again...

What do you think this is, Canada? The only difference between Yoo Ess of Ey and other countries seem to be that here, those stories are not pursued, or reported - much; there is no public outrage anymore. We simply accept that police need to vent a bit of aggression on an old man, or come into a home and beat up your mother, or maybe the cops just had a bad day and had to teach a woman how to kiss the pavement.

And quit mouthing off to the officers that you cant breathe. What, you think that is a right in the Constitution?

And why do people keep mouthing off to cops who are off duty? The officer just wanted to drink, after getting into a fight with another patron, and that bitch told him he should not drink anymore. She got what she deserved.

Of course, other good samaritans in uniform, showed up shortly after the incident, and according to the victim's lawyer,' "Terry Ekl, an attorney for Obrycka, claimed that after the beating, two of Abbate's friends showed up at the bar and offered her money for medical bills and lost wages if she agreed not to prosecute Abbate. A portion of the surveillance video showing them at the bar was released later.

"He was going to plant drugs in those people's cars in the bar and to harass patrons coming out and charge them with DUI if she went forward with her accusations," Ekl said last month.' - read it here.

I mean the guy just tried to relax and beat up a patron (and then the woman). Give the cop a break!

Americans - this will be a country we'll be living in. Soon.

Go about your business - nothing to see here!

And of course the people in uniform cannot be the unbalanced, sick in the head, ego power tripping maniacs who want to feel powerful to others and hurt them.

This soldier - a medic from Iraq - had it coming. Next time, stay in Iraq, you punk! I mean really, questioning a TSA officer at an American Airport? What nerve! Thank god our brave security men beat the soldier with a billy club and then tasered him for good measure!

Tasered him three times. I mean, soldiers coming back from a war are both uppity and dangerous and need to be taught respect.

The moral of the story is that the soldier cannot deploy back to Iraq BECAUSE of his injuries sustained by being tasered and beaten by TSA, and the people who beat him will be "investigated"... meanwhile they are still at their job at the airport. And the soldier has his ribs, in his own words, "caved in".

That's what you get for questioning authority in uniform in this country.

Don't do it! Don't get uppity with the uniform people! Don't ask for help! Don't claim your rights! Don't do it!

You could get tasered three times and beaten with a nightstick...

... or perhaps you might choke yourself to death while your hands are handcuffed behind your back and are shackled to a table....

Bonus just happened material:
Dont yell at a cop. Apparently by retreating before the female officer, the woman was doing a "passive physical resistance."

Now the officer says that the woman was threatening her and yelling; what I see is the woman backing up from the pursuing overlarge woman in uniform. She actually raises her hands up as she backs away from the officer (per TV FOX News video).

Of course the woman was irate, used abusive language, so obviously she deserved it - too bad the camera does not record sound...

Moral: in America, you ALWAYS must obey the man or woman in a uniform. ALWAYS. Without exception. Or you get tasered, or clubbed (or you choke yourself to death while... yeah you know the drill).

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