A story among others.
We were there before the forty Vottem center closed, our hearts still hot news of rebellion in the camp Steenokkerzeel only last week, and the possibility of escape so close at hand. A noisy band, determined. Some people climb the gates, others are starting to tap it. One mouth and one mouth, firecrackers fart everywhere, fireworks are launched, there is one that does not leave, big explosion, it's nice to hear such a boom to a place so awful. Some residents leave their homes, the smile on his face. After the fire Steenokkerzeel last week, making it unusable two-thirds of the prison, some rioters had been transferred to Vottem, among others. Of the 150 undocumented who came to be violently evict a busy place at Anderlecht, 17 had been locked in Vottem, 5 already on the damn plane spoiler. We arrived a little after 17h, the enclosed had just left the yard, and we heard little feedback from within. When clips are flying over the railings, you can hear cries of joy. After a short half hour, hand in protest and are passed from prison guards to watch us in numbers, they are insulting all the names. The demonstration and continues down towards the Citadel, to cries of "solidarity with the undocumented, with the rebels," "Brick by brick, wall by wall, destroying all the prisons," "Freedom for all, That break wall. On two occasions, the road is blocked in an attempt to slow the cars a few cops who follow us. Some time before the chickens arrive, you cling together, we pass the dam. They try to stop a companion, it is hard. A cop gets a slap in the face. After the chaos, several cars of cops come from everywhere, some people are pressed to the ground, violently. Others were arrested nearby.
Soon after, I found myself trapped with a dozen other cops that have decided to remove from the street. Denial of the identity card. Refusal to answer them nicely. Handcuffed. In combination, we hear on their radio that a car had been deteriorating on the ground of the prison, there is a movement in the detention center. We spend a lot of patrols rushing towards the center. We do not not much more.
We land in cages cell of the police office of Herstal, this small village which also hosts the FN weapons plant that sends its arms around the world to kill the rebels. No luck, when the state is filling their pockets with big arms deals, it is not surprising that they are actually used. Hypocrites.
In the police station, they force some of us to dress fully, to make three inflections. Fliquettes had the desire to see the ass. The same fliquer that we had deeply humiliated when he was searched during the arrest (it goes into our pants, rubbing our breasts), is pleased a second time. A companion begins to holler, others respond. After, they try to take pictures, the first passing, resists fiercely. Four cops jump on him, arm locks, hair pulled out. She screams, others respond, tap the cell doors. She persists. No pictures. The cops are fed up and let go of the case. After, just a simple 'no', nobody is taking their picture. Like what pays the fight. After a few 'no, I refused, the cops are struggling even more to seek statements, even refusing to sign the declaration. Around 20h, we are all released.
Everything will go. Greetings Steenokkerzeel rebels, the rebels everywhere, the companions (Olivier, Dan, Ivan) who are currently locked in a Paris jail for their involvement in the fight against detention centers, against all confinements. Their struggle, like ours. "
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