Poet and activist's account of arbitrary detention, beat-down and torture by the Hayward, California police, ironically after attending rally protesting the killing of Oscar Grant by Oakland police.
Raul (Curly) Estremera reports
(too long to paste in full, but well worth reading)
I was ordered to put my hands on the two marks set wide apart on the tall desk. My left hand held up my pants after they had removed my shoes and belt. "Put your (expletive) hands on the desk!" re-canted the guard. I tried not to look at him and addressed the female guard before me and behind the desk-"If I let go of my pants, they will fall down". "Put your hands on the two marks now- and spread your legs", commanded the guard (which I will refer to as the torturer from now on). He reached out to my knees and pulled my pants down exposing my buttocks and genitals to the two police women and the other guard. I looked to the Latina looking guard with the smirk on her face and whispered just below my breath "pendeja". My torturer suddenly went into physical animalistic hysterics and like a beast grabbed and twisted both my arms up into the back of my neck, holding them there while pushing up and down, torturing me as he used profane language. He then smashed my chest against the edge of the desk and violently slammed my head onto it.
The blow to my head converted a low ringing tinnitus in my right ear into a high decibel piercing pitch. I slid into a vertigo attack. As the room began to spin, and my legs wobbled, I was dragged to a small cell and thrown into the wall with the door slamming behind me.
Beginning to experience the onset of a full attack I remember thinking "oh God Allah, they're going to kill me here".
Raul (Curly) Estremera reports
(too long to paste in full, but well worth reading)
I was ordered to put my hands on the two marks set wide apart on the tall desk. My left hand held up my pants after they had removed my shoes and belt. "Put your (expletive) hands on the desk!" re-canted the guard. I tried not to look at him and addressed the female guard before me and behind the desk-"If I let go of my pants, they will fall down". "Put your hands on the two marks now- and spread your legs", commanded the guard (which I will refer to as the torturer from now on). He reached out to my knees and pulled my pants down exposing my buttocks and genitals to the two police women and the other guard. I looked to the Latina looking guard with the smirk on her face and whispered just below my breath "pendeja". My torturer suddenly went into physical animalistic hysterics and like a beast grabbed and twisted both my arms up into the back of my neck, holding them there while pushing up and down, torturing me as he used profane language. He then smashed my chest against the edge of the desk and violently slammed my head onto it.
The blow to my head converted a low ringing tinnitus in my right ear into a high decibel piercing pitch. I slid into a vertigo attack. As the room began to spin, and my legs wobbled, I was dragged to a small cell and thrown into the wall with the door slamming behind me.
Beginning to experience the onset of a full attack I remember thinking "oh God Allah, they're going to kill me here".
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