Londoner videos "anti-terror" stop-and-search

[djshiva]

http://www.boingboing.net/2008/08/19/vi ... on-vi.html

[psyolopher]

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

Is this from a song or sumthin?

[djshiva]

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

Is this from a song or sumthin?

it's "god save the queen" by the sex pistols.

[pk-]

this is written by a geezer of iraqi descent from another forum i piss about on, who's lived in london since he was about 3 or 4. he's a bit of a dickhead, so i'm sure when he says things like 'i asked politely why i was being searched' he actually said 'WHY?! WHY?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!' or something, but nevertheless it's a reasonably good read.

he's a keen photographer & 'airsofter'

I was meeting a friend in town for dinner (An ex boss of mine, a good friend) on 12th May 2008, I had nothing else to do that day, so I thought id head into town early and take a walk with my camera (A large Nikon D300). I dropped my car off at Wimbledon Park, in the free cark park zone, and got the tube in.

I got the district line to Westminister, and decided to go for a wonder, through Horse Guards Parade (I like the open space and the gravel), maybe through St James Park, and Hyde Park, then id catch a bus to where I used to work to meet my boss. On that day, it was around 30 Deg C - it was very hot and a lovely day (this is an important fact).

When I was walking through Horse Guards parade, an armed police officer wondered upto me (Well, he could have just been patrolling, who knows?), so I just start speaking to him - I ask him the usual stuff like hows he doing and hows his day going, he says its really hot and he wishes he was at home instead of out here in this heat, carrying all his stuff (He had a rather large MP5). I ask him how long does he have to stand around in this heat(*), he says a few hours yet, I ask him cant you hide in the shade(*), he says no he can’t. He asks me if I have any ID on me, I ask him why he wants it. He says he’s going to perform a stop and search on me, and could I please escort him to the bollards on the other end of Horse Guards Parade.

I didnt think much of it at this moment in time, as iv been stopped and searched before. He orders me to walk, infront of him, to the bollards. While I turn towards the bollards, I hear him call over the radio that he needs urgent armed assitance “on the dust” (which im presuming is the codeword for the gravely bit of horseguards parade). While I start walking, I turn around and ask him what was up, he says to face forwards, to keep walking, to keep my hands visible and to always stay infront of him. I notice his thumb has moved to the trigger selector on the MP5, and im worried.

We get to the bollards, and he says to keep my hands on the bollard, and to keep my feet apart. I try to turn around to ask him what is wrong, he shouts at me, telling me not to turn around, to keep looking forward. About two minutes later, 3 Diplomatic Protection Group (DPG) SUV’s turn up (Red police cars in London, incase your wondering), and a bunch of armed officers get out. All this, while Officer Maybury (Or as I like to call him, Shit-For-Brains) is standing about 8 meters away, with his mp5 in a firing position, albeit not pointing at me.

The first thing one of the other armed police officers do, is cuff me, forcefully and rather painfully. They ask me if I have any ID on me, I tell them in my left pocket in my wallet. They ask if I have anything I shouldnt have on me, I tell them I have a covered syringe (I am a diabetic afterall), and a swiss army knife on my keyring.

They empty all my pockets out, and have a look through my phone (which im not sure if its legal or not), and they notice a picture of a man (dressed in a womans dress) on the tube. They also see a tube map in my pocket, and a railway map in my other pocket, with a circle around Wimbledon railway station (which is the closest railway station to me). They also see pictures of other things on the tube (I took a photo of an advert on the tube, so I can buy the book later on, which I did), and other misc things, like me dressed in my combats for my airsoft.

Continued in part 2….

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While the search of my person was going on, they asked where my car is, I told them. They asked what the vehicle reg of it was, and I told them the first part, and the fact that I wasnt sure about the 2nd part (WGX or WXG? I know theres a X and a G in there). At that point, Officer Shit-For-Brains said to his Sarge “I think hes lying, everyone knows the reg of their car”, then wondered off.

Im not sure how long I was standing for, but my feet started to hurt, so I asked if I can sit down. The officer who was holding me up just pushed me down onto my knees, on the gravel, and didnt really do anything more. I asked him again if I can sit down on my bum, because my knees hurt, he huffed and sighed, and picked me back up (Serves you right for shoving me, you wanker), and dragged me over to a police van and plonked me down on the door opening bit, and ordered 2 armed officers to make sure “he dosent do a runner” - lets see, 6 armed officers with glocks, one guy with an MP5 and they think im gunna run, while in handcufs?

After 5 or 10 mins of Officer Shit-For-Brains walking around showing various people things on my mobile phone, he approached me and said “Were going to be arresting you on Suspicion of a Section 58 - Possessing information likely to be of use to terrorists. Were doing this, because we cant really fully investigate this on the street, so it makes sense to arrest you. You dont have to say anything … ” etc etc etc, the standard caution.

They took me around the back of the same police van that I was sitting down in, and it had a tiny cell, they opened it up and shoved me in there. About 2mins later, they ordered me out, and undid the cuffs, and replaced them with another pair of cuffs, and did them really tight, to the point where my hands were throbing with pain. I told the police officer this, and he told me “Dont be a pussy”, and shoved me back in the “cell”.

Once I was in the back of the police van, they drove off, at speed, from Horseguards Parade, to Belgravia Police station - with my arms locked behind my body, practically sitting on them, it was very very painful, and I kept sliding around the back, knocking bits of my body on stuff, the 2 police officers sitting in the back of the van didnt give a flying monkeys, how lovely of them.

Once we got to the police station, I was still sitting in the back of the van, waiting, must have been for about 10 minutes. Once they decided to let me out, there were 4 PCSO’s waiting around, 5 police officers, and 4 armed officers who were waiting around, incase I decided to do a runner, inside the locked compound. I was marched upto the custody desk, infront of the custody sarge (who was a black african, approx 40 years of age), and tells him the following story

“This male approached me, on the dust, asking about police patrol routes and patrol times. He had suspicious wires hanging out of his tshirt, had bulky pockets (Had a bottle of coke in there which the fucker could see, which I took a fucking drink from infront of him), and was sweating suspiciously. I asked him what his intentions were, and I was not convinced by his story. I stopped and searched him, and found possible articles relating to terrorism on him”

The custody sarge replied with “I am authorising your detention”, then proceeded to “process me”.

After doing the usual name address occupation thing, they took me into a small room, where the two armed officers were present, with the custody sarge, and they proceeded to take every single piece of clothing off me and go through, very thoroughly everything I had on my person. They went through my wallet, they took my oyster card and wanted to see where I was going and where I had been. They took my credit cards, and proceeded to call the credit card company to see what I had spent my money on. They took my ring off my finger, saying that I could hurt one of them with it. They took my medicalert chain off my neck, saying I could strangle myself or a police officer with them. They took my shoes and took out the inner sole from it, saying that I could have hidden something in there.

They took the tissues from my back pocket (which i had sneezed into repeatedly, because of my hayfever), and said they would run tests on it. They took all my tescos reciepts (I used to visit tescos at night to buy sandwhcihes), and said they will cross reference these with my credit card.

At one point, I was taken into another room, under armed guard, and I was fingerprinted (Palm, each finger, the side of my hand and the back), and DNA was taken (swab from inside the mouth).

I started asking them questions, like “Why dont you have your guns with you?” - turns out they dont take them into the custody suite, incase I try to grab it. I kept asking them questions, because I was scared shitless and no one was talking to me, and after a while they started to relax. I heard them slagging off Sir Ian Blair saying he was a limp wristed wanker, and his handshake is that of a little girl. I dont think police officers are supposed to say that, esp infront of someone they had just arrested.

After documenting 40 something bags of my stuff (they split everything up), they took me into a cell with 3 police witnesses, and an armed police man, and made me remove all my clothing, and made me bend over, to make sure I didnt have anything shoved up my arse. I hope you got a nice viewing there guys! And sorry about farting!

They gave me white clothing, and marched me back into the custody suite, where the custody sarge asked if i had any medical problems - I told him I had diabetes, and that I wanted to see a doctor, he said that would fine no problems, and asked me to sign the bit of paper that said thats the only thing that I suffer from.

They took me to see the medical examiner, who asked for my handcuffs to be removed, and asked the armed police man to leave us alone “because I dont think this one is going to be a problem”. He told me he didnt care what I had been arrested for, and it was none of his business, but his job was to check my health. He checked my blood sugar, and saw it was a bit high (9.3 or something), then asked out of curiosity what I was arrested for. I told him Section 58, he rolled his eyes and said “Oh that one again. Loads of people get arrested and bought here for that”, and then said that probably contributed to my high blood sugar.

After a chat with him about my insulin, I was dragged back to the custody suite, when I was offered something to eat - I told them I really didnt feel like eating something, they said theyll put a sandwhich aside for me.

They took me to a cell nextdoor to where my stuff was located, and locked me up. I sat on the “bed” for about 10mins, when the custody sarge came to check up on me, and asked if I wanted a cup of tea or coffee, I told him I didn t want anything, adding “thankyou very much”, which made him smile, and I could see the pang of doubt in his eyes when he felt sorry for me.

Another 10mins gone by, when 2 guys in suits (people from Special Branch) turned up - I stood up to greet them (its manners you see), the armed police officer accompanying them shouted at me to sit down, so I did. Special branch asked what I was doing etc etc etc (I went through the whole story with them too), and they asked why I had a picture of a firearm - I told them it was my airsoft gun, that im a registered skirmisher, but they asked where it was located in my house - I told them. They asked which key on my keyring opened the door, and I told them. I then asked why did they want to know, they said they were sending an armed team to my house to search it and find the weapon. Thats when I got really defensive and said they had no right and that im a registered airsofter, to go check on the database that the govt set up. They said “We’ll be back” and wondered off.

They came back 5mins later, and they asked for my number, because they wanted to talk to my parents - I gave it to them. Im not sure why they asked for it, since I gave it to them already. The asian guy pointed to an older thin white guy and said “Hes doing you a favour ok, so dont fuck us around. He dosent have to do this, but he thinks you are genuine, ok? Is there anything else youd like to tell us?” I said “Yeah, im really sorry iv gotten into trouble and im really sorry for getting this far” - actually I was fucking livid because the fucking wankers locked me up for no reason!

Continued in part 3…

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After my little chat with the Gestapo, I was once again locked in my cell, doing nothing, awaiting their return with baited breath. The custody sarge came by a few mins later, and was just checking up on me, said he was responsible for my welfare and said I seemed like a nice person.

While I was sitting on the side of my bed, in my white clothes, with my head in my hands, I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and I knew they were coming to my cell - I was the only one in the cells, from what I saw earlier. The door unlocked, and the two special branch twats walked in, flanked by Shit-For-Brains and the custody sarge.

The older, white special branch person had a seat next to me, and told me that he’d called my parents and advised them of my situation. He told them that they HAD to dispose of ALL of my airsoft weaponry, and that they were to take it to the nearest police station. He told me that I MUST dispose of all of my combat gear, and that I MUST NOT play airsoft anymore. He said that im a smart enough kid and I will find something else that I will find interesting.

They also tell me that they will be keeping an eye on me from now on, then he and his asian counterpart departs the scene.

The custody sarge tells me to come to the adjacent cell to pick up all my stuff and my clothes, he starts cutting open the evidence bags and hands all my stuff to me. While I was getting dressed. Shit-For-Brains was staring at me, and I ask him for some privacy while I get dressed, and he just scoffs at me. While I put on my underwear, I bend over towards him, and I let another one rip, saying something like “Well I tried to warn you”.

When I was “signing out”, Shit-For-Brains told me about the phone call whitey had with my dad earlier - it went something along like this:

“So he had a chat with your dad, and your dad asked when can he come pick you up. He (whitey) said in 2 years, then your dad started crying”. A second pause later, then Shit-For-Brains started laughing about it, saying something like “Its funny, your dad started crying”.

Hes lucky he didn’t have his gun with him. I would have shot him and kept shooting till I ran out of bullets, or someone killed me.

Just before being let out of the police station, Shit-For-Brains told me “Had you not been soo compliant, things would have been different”. I asked him how so, he said “Had you not have been soo compliant, I would have shot you, and you would have died”. I asked him what did I do wrong, he said “Look, lets face it, suicide bombers are Asian. If I had a choice between you and him (pointing to a white colleage), id shoot you every time”.

The Gun Saga

After I got home, I had a long chat with my parents, who were, surprisingly, on my side. They told me that they had not taken my airsofting kit to the police station, and that I had to do it, because they didnt know where it was in my room. Fair doo’s then. So I packaged up all of my kit, and lugged it down to WImbledon Police Station, and asked to speak to an Inspector regarding handing in of some replica firearms.

The PC there was quite young and inexperienced, so radio’ed down for his Inspector to come down, then he asked if he could take a look at the kit. I had no problems with it, so he put on a glove, and started having a shifty around my rifle and pistol - he was amazed at how realistic they looked and he wondered how much they cost - I told him in excess of £1000 iv spent on it, and he was shocked that I was “willing to give it up” - I explained to him that I didnt really have a choice in the matter.

I explained to the Inspector (Inspector Fowler) that Special Branch told me that I HAD to get rid of my weapons tonight and that I cannot keep them. He was a bit dubious about this, and rightly so - he said that since I havnt actually committed a crime, they cannot forcefully take the weapon away from me - I can wilfully hand it in, but I was under no requirement to, and I would be perfectly within the law to keep it. I told him again what Special Branch told me, and he said he would call the station where I was arrested to get the whole story.

After a few minutes of being on the phone, he told me that I dont have to give in the weapon if I dont want to, and hes not going to force me to. He did say that if the other police station was willing to force me to take it, he would do it, but they were reluctant to. All they claimed was they ADVISED me to get rid of the weapon INCASE someone thinks they are real guns. He said that he went paintballing a few times and found it fun and enjoyable, and he said I can keep my guns as long as I kept to the law. He wished me a good night and wrote down this whole saga in his notebook, incase I got a follow up from Special Branch - he said he was willing to tell them that I had come in and he refused to take it. A top notch officer.

tl;dr : he nearly got shot for being brown skinned and holding a camera

[Pada]

If they search you under the terrorism act and find say.. weed and spray cans (only thing i'm gonna get caught with) can they arrest you for that even though you didn't get searched under suspicion?

[pk-]

yeah they can search you under suspicion of one thing and then arrest you on suspicion of another

[urigellar]

you're not supposed to be searched without them having reason to suspect you of something, which from my experience, that can mean innocently being in the wrong place at the wrong time...
If they find paint on you, they will arrest you, i'm quite sure it doesnt matter what they originally supected you of, which is stupid, because unless they catch you in the act, prosecution is unlikely.
with the anti terror laws, police can pretty much do whatever they want.

this documentary is worth a watch if your interested

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid ... +liberties

[Pada]

yeah they can search you under suspicion of one thing and then arrest you on suspicion of another

Well the whole terror thing is bullshit then. Complete bull shit.. terrorists have won as far as I'm concerned.


sure if they have a suspicion that your a terrorist then search them, but no suspicion at all and they can? fuk off. I'll riot before i'll carry an ID card

[pk-]

Well the whole terror thing is bullshit then.

http://business.timesonline.co.uk/tol/b ... 036231.ece

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/ ... claim.html

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7369543.stm

yep pretty much

most of the laws are carte blanche to do whatever the fuck they want

[slim]

I was a whitechapel station about a monh ago, and as i got off i saw some cops searching this elderly bengali guy, which kinda made me think "wow, discriminaion" but he seemed cool with it, if not a bit perplexed, so i walked on without really thinking too hard about it, then i saw close to a dozen cops inside and outside the station all searching people, pretty much anyone with a bag, including (i think) one of my anatomy lecturers from university.

I was going to ask what was going on, why they were doing that, but my experiences of asking that kind of question have never gone well, and plus if there was a big security issue i wanted to get the hell away.

Anybody else see that/know what was going on?

[elbe]

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

Is this from a song or sumthin?

it's "god save the queen" by the sex pistols.

Ban from playing at the coronation so rented out a boat and played on the Thames . True players

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money

turest words ever said, bout the only use she and her inbred family have

[slim]

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money

turest words ever said, bout the only use she and her inbred family have

France is the most visited country in the world... i say no more