by Mingus Casey
Thursday 22nd November, 2007
I get busted the day after tomorrow.
Twenty cops with MP5's and Colt Carbine's, all jostling to target my head, my front door smashed down, a flash grenade rolled in, loud banging, I'm stunned and wondering what the fuck, it's 6:30am on Saturday morning, the entire flat dissected and trashed, every nook and cranny looked in, every spec of cleanliness destroyed and a damage bill that runs into the thousands.
The AOS people are amped up on adrenalin, I'm concerned about a stray round, I don't want to die, and these cops seem pretty brutal and crazy. One accidental discharge and that could be murder.
The dog is barking madly, and it grabs my ankle, a cop grins while I almost scream from the pain, tears start pouring down my face.
They say I'm a terrorist, that I'm planning to kill people, that I'm a dangerous psycho, they do it on Saturday morning because that's the only way they can hold me, they know as soon as I'm infront of a Judge I'll be released, there's no plan, there's no desire, and there's no need.
They could have come around with two cops instead, knocked on the door and invoked a search warrant, but no, these people believe in overkill and intimidation.
Thank god my girlfriend isn't here, she'd absolutely hate this and be terrified.
The media will explode, headlines saying "Innocent Terrorist Arrested" and the likes.
It all happens because some crazy person thinks I'm a suicide bomber or a jihadi muslim terrorist or a member of tuhoe or something doesn't it? What's it really about? What have I done? The cops can allege a million things, but without proof they have nothing.
They don't tell me yet, they just shove me around, cuff me violently, hit my head into the wall while they do it, and the corner of the door on the cop car, I say I have a headache while their processing me and they don't write it down.
They say they can hold me forever and they laugh at me.
They find a few things, everyone has a few things that are maybe a little dodgy, but nothing outright illegal, no proof to justify their actions, their hands are empty when it comes to evidence, and as the story unrolls it appears to the public that the Police are using the Terror Laws to target whoever ever pissed them off.
They look ridiculous, and regret it.
The only things they find are the camo clothing, the long bows and the staves, the kitchen knives in the kitchen, all legal, nothing wrong with possessing those, I say "No comment I want to talk to my lawyer" the whole way, and when I talk to my lawyer he says say "No comment, you want to talk to your lawyer" and I do that.
They say their going to charge me under the Terrorist Suppression Amendment Act, I say that I have the right to see an emissary from the German embassy, they shudder a bit and call the guy, he comes around on Monday morning, early, before the court appearance.
I make a full statement to him of everything the police have done and nothing that occured before hand.
They keep me in the police cells until Monday morning, nothing to do but stare at the wall and get bored, think to myself about what sort of criminal dickheads put guns to peoples heads for the hell of it without any evidence.
On Monday morning I'm put infront of a Judge and released, there is no evidence and they found nothing and detained me for close to 100 hours.
I probably suffer psychogical disorders now that I have had this done to me, and I will seek compensation.
The judge decides to be a dickhead, knows I'm quite sane and yet tries to mental health act me anyways. I get out of there so fast it's not even funny, first Section 16 application successful, out on Thursday morning a week later.
It's like their uncontrollable, and now the public sees it, they hate the cops, it doesn't matter, see that man wasn't a terrorist, more like a genuine pacifist, kind of like arresting people who care about snails in non violent ways, did they get their intel from, TCIL?
In the background, rumours start about me, that I know how to make bombs out of common cleaning materials, that I keep a pile of molotovs in the kitchen cupboard, that I have fully automatic weaponry, that I have anthrax in the kitchen, that I want to get a nuclear bomb and blow up Auckland, none of the rumours are true as the public learns, much to the police's disgust.
It's Chinese whispers, and it helps me get out, the story is so fantastic it can't be true.