- Posted October 14, 2013 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Everyday racism: Your stories
Part-7 - Zambia-Police-Investigation
We did stay in this rather small office for about an hour, after completing the police-questioning the computer-wizzard puts all devices (computer, digital cameras, etc) into a bag and he keeps this bag with him, and he does not accompany us when we leave the office-room. The other officers and I then move to the major building, and there we went to the ‘reception-room’. There at the entrance of the police-station-building I had to handover my valuables to Mr. Bwalya (>police officer). Again I did sign a paper that lists all of my valuables that I did just handover.
The police-officer keeps my passport, visiting-visa, cash-money, banking-cards, etc. I must as well take off my shoes. He puts all these things into my black bag, and he later brings this black bag into the office of the ‘officer in charge’.
I do ask the police-officer for the first time if I could telephone to the swiss-embassy in lusaka, but the officer answers that in the afternoon we will have plenty time and I could give a telephone to the swiss-embassy in the afternoon.
I can take toothbrush and toothpast and soap with me when I later must go into the cell.
Then dressed only with a shirt, shorts and socks I am guided into the prisoner-cell !!
I’m quite shocked about this event and about what did happen that morning, I feel adrenaline in the blood..(>it is the first time that I’m arrested and put into the cell!)
In the big prisoner-cell I do meet my collegues (> other arrested persons). Altogether we are 11 persons in the big prisoner-cell. It is now maybe a little before 09:00 hours.
Not much time later a police-officer opens the massive door of the big prisoner-cell, he turns the key inside the heavy lock and he slowly opens the door – all of the arrested persons are now quietly and we all are curiously looking to the open door-space – the officer comes inside he looks to the ‘muzungu’ and he says that I should follow him and I should come outside.
The police-officer now tells me that I will once again drive with the police-pickup to my house, they must look for some other evidential material at my house! I can get my shoes and then I mount to the laoding area of the pickup in the behind. 2-3 police-officers stay with me in the in the load area of the pickup, one of them is armed with a machine-gun, 3 officers sit in front. We swiftly drive towards my house in Chishipula Village.
When we arrive already quite some people are awaiting us there – but soon there is a rather big crowd of people standing around my house , so I’m astonished and surprised – maybe as well the police-officers? The commanding officer (>not Mr. Bwalya) is looking for the tripod and as well for the torch (flashlight)...these devices must be important to them !
Meanwhile the crowd of people outside is becoming bigger and bigger (>almost as many people as at a local football-game!). It is somehow a potential dangerous situation, if these people would start to be activ and aggressive, the few police-officer maybe wouldn’t have that a big chance (but one of themis armed with a machine-gun) – there are considerable more people here then in the very early morning (but already very early in the morning the situation was potentially dangerous) – but I’m only a ‘muzungu’ so that is probably the reason why there doesn’t happen anything, but who knows what could happen when I only was a popular ‘black person’ !! (> the police are brave civil servants).
The commanding officer asks me if I know somebody who could look after my house as long as