On my way home from a "lovely London tapas" — it was quite lovely for “a London” — my friend, let's call him "Jimmy de Smitz", and I are on our way home, we walk to Farringdon station where an altercation is taking place, between one guy and a dozen or so of the "ol' bill".
I pull my iphone out for fun and snap a few photos, not really caring about the guy, who could've very well been in the wrong, but just to show my friends how lovely London cops are, and how so incredibly weak they are that it takes about ten of them to suppress one drunk(?) guy.
The next thing I know a couple of "the bobby", "the fuzz", a couple of greasy Philippino box spring hogs, surround me and demand I give them my brand new, shiny iphone — my phone costs more than half a pigs' weekly pay, gross — with all my information on it, for taking photos in a PUBLIC PLACE!!!
A few of them tried surrounding me and Jimmy was yelling at me to just walk out of the station. I couldn't be arsed to run away, just wanting to go home and sleep; however unwilling to give these vagrant, lowest rung of society, hired goons of the Blair/ Brown government's suppression of human rights types, my piece of the latest technology free of charge, one of the power hungry whores starts demanding I delete the photos.
stupid me for not thinking (see this isn’t a totally biased story, I also made an error) started deleting from the last photo and the iphone automatically goes to the next photo on the left. had i started from the most left photo of police brutality documentation, the photo of my bedroom wall would've come up and these sector 7G morons looking over my shoulder would have been none the wiser. Seriously I kept deleting each photo and each time she’d yell “DELETE IT!!!”
I was like, “Are you stupid, there’s more than one here I am deleting them!”
Then she demands my iphone again, “right if you’re not going to delete them, then give me the phone!”
We went back and forth like this till I had finished, I called Jimmy and we went through to the train platform. Then it had hit me and I became extremely pissed off for complying and not just running off.
I guess the thing that really grinds my gears is that goddamn London is the most surveilled city in the world, I probably could've palmed these fat sluggish drones from my presence and walked away; however with over 4 million cameras watching my every move what can you do?
Well I went home comfortable in the fact that I earn more than 4 times what one of these stupid low life bastards earns, my friends are real and people respect my profession more than they ever will accept these mindless lap dogs . Why do people hate cops so much? Try interacting with them.
With that i leave you with a couple more, recent, examples of police brutality on artists:
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