This is the first part of the story of my imprisonment by the FTAC. It covers my arrest and admission to hospital.
On the 10 November, 2008 between 11am and noon the police came banging on my door. This was the begging of a nightmare experience that showed just how evil the Labour regime is.
Earlier that day I had attended a meeting with a job broker called Work Directions. These are part of the nonsense of supposedly helping people get back to work. All their ‘advice’ consisted of was that there is a dark pool of hidden vacancies and all one had to do is send out speculative applications. I said that this was nonsense and that they were useless and left is some distress. On the way home I admit that I was a little in tears; there is no hope of me ever returning to work. After I had left, work directions had telephoned the police reporting my distressed state. After I had got home I put the coffee machine on and changed clothes to do the housework. I got the vacuum cleaner out, but sat to do the e-mail as I had my first cup of fresh coffee.
Then came the knocking on my front door, but I have a policy of not answering my door unless I am expecting a caller; I just ignore them and generally they get fed up and go away. The police were having none of that and carried on banking on my door and it sounded like they were about to break it down. I went to the door and told them to stop banging and to go away. Obviously, they declined that invitation. I had to open the door otherwise they would have broken it down. At which point they stormed in demanding where the gun was. I have never had a gun; I despise the things. The policeman said that they were told that was armed. I said they were talking nonsense and I said that they were free to search for one. Recognising that they could not get away with that lie, the policeman gave up on that line.
We moved from the hallway to my lounge. I sat at my desk and resumed drinking my coffee. The policeman then ‘invited’ me to go with them to a hospital; I declined. In the frank exchange of views that followed the police office said that they could get a warrant to forcibly remove me from my home. I invited them to do so and asked them to leave. The officer made a start towards the door, but halted and retuned. He then said that he wasn’t going to do that, but he was going to arrest me for breach of the peace instead. He told me to put my shoes on quickly and go with them. I asked if I may change my clothes as I was not appropriately dressed to leave the flat (the clothes I was wearing were those I use for housework etc: dirty and worn out), but he refused to let me. I was not allowed to take anything with me, no wallet or any other money, without my distance glasses, no telephone, or anything else. I had my keys and coat at that was it.
The police showed no concern about leaving my flat in a secure condition. The backdoor was unlooked; the coffee machine and other electrical equipment was left running as was the central heating.
I was marched down the stairs and out the main doors of the block. Once outside the building the police officer then said that I was now no longer under arrest for breach of the peace, but now being detained under section 136 of the mental health act. This is a clear abuse of police powers. Section 136 can only be used in a public place, not for removing someone from their home. The police abused the breach of the peace arrest to get be outside so they could use Section 136. I was then thrown into a van and the door slammed on me.
The van drove for some way before arriving at what I assume was Homerton Hospital in Hackney; I was never told where I was. I was kept in a room with two officers for several hours before I was interviewed by some medical person. During that time the police officers decided to confiscate my flat keys. I do not know if she was a doctor or a nurse; frankly I didn’t care. She asked me numerous questions, but I was not very forthcoming with responses. After the questioning finished the police officers left and I was moved to another room and left. There I remained until about 6pm. They would not admit to that hospital. I understand that it was because I did live in Hackney, but Tower Hamlets. Sometime after 6pm I was bundled into a minibus with an escort and driven to the Royal London hospital casualty department.
At the Royal London, after a sometime sitting on benches I was thrown into a room with a security guard outside. There I stayed for well over two hours before anyone bothered to see me. I was interrogated by three doctors. It was clear from their line of questioning that they had been given a false story by the police about where I was when the arrested me and what I was doing. One line of questioning implied that they thought that I was some sort of vagrant because of the state of my clothing. My explanation that those were my clothes used for dirty jobs was dismissed out of hand. It was clear that they were under instructions to detain me. After these doctors were finished I asked if I might go to the lavatory and the doctors agreed. Every time I had asked before, the security guard refused to let me. Even when I was allowed to go the door had to remain open with the guard watching me. I was left for another hour before being moved on to a third hospital.
I arrived at the Mile End hospital sometime after 10pm. I was taken on to a secure ward, dumped in a chair and told to wait. There I stayed for an hour or more before they could find me a bed. At about midnight I was allocated a room. This ward was to be my prison for nearly five months.
At no point during those twelve hours was I offered any food or drink. I had no opportunity to speak to any legal representative. No explanation of what was happening was given. Once someone is detained their human rights are suspended and they can do whatever they want to you.
The next part of the story will detail the first month of abuse I suffered at the hands of Doctor Ferdinand Jonsson. It will cover the personal degradation I was subject to and the lies to the appeal tribunal by Jonsson and the nursing staff.
