RagingInMiami Donating Member (1000+ posts) Wed Jul-16-08 10:09 AM
My night in jail after photographing police against their wishes
The most humiliating part of my arrest was not necessarily the way the five Miami police officers slammed me down on the hard sidewalk and bashed my forehead against the concrete. Nor was it the way they tightened the handcuffs on me until they cut off the circulation in my wrists. Nor was it the way one officer twisted my right wrist backwards until I yelled out in pain. Nor was it the way an officer threatened to taze me if I did not shut my mouth.
It wasnít even the way the sergeant taunted me at the precinct by saying, ďI donít know what police department youíre used to dealing with, but this is Miami PD and we donít put up with that kind of crap here.Ē
No, the most humiliating part of my arrest was when I was ordered into a small dark room at the Miami-Dade County Jail and ordered to drop my pants, bend over and spread my cheeks while a jail guard with a flashlight ensured that I was not smuggling any contraband into the jail.
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