On the 8th may, Wed, I went to dataran at 7.10 pm to stand vigil and came across the barricades. I was about 5 ft away when an Indian possibly a plainclothes policeman shouted at me to get away in a loud voice. When I asked him why, he asked me not to talk.
Quite immediately another person this time a uniformed policeman by the name of Zulkarnain shouted at me in bahasa to get out from there. When I looked at him and asked him why since I was already outside the barricades he said he could arrest me.
When I asked him why, he got 2 policeman to escort me into the police black maria that was nearby. I sat inside and the double doors were locked. When I tried to use my mobile phones I was shouted at by the same man to turn off my phones otherwise I would be taken to the police station. I managed to send out some smses by which time I was asked to come out of the truck and ushered into a patrol car with a policeman sitting on either side of me and taken to the Dang Wangi police station.
Quite soon both my mobile phones showed network busy and could not call out. Then I was continuously shouted at by several malay policemen who asked the reason for my being at dataran. I did not speak much to them. When I spoke in english I was again shouted at by more of the personnel that as a malaysian I should speak in bahasa to them.
I demanded to be released but no one bothered to hear me.
At about 10pm one man in baju malayu and songkok came and abused me further even to the extent of saying that it was a big mistake to have allowed indians to stay in this country. Soon after I told them that if they were not going to give me a reason or to arrest me or return my ic that I was going to walk out of the room and go home. To this, the man in the songkok whipped out a pair of hancuffs and hung it on the door knob and shouted that if I dared to walk out he would handcuff and arrest me. My 2 bolls dropped an inch and I sat down.
About 10 min later one person came and returned my ic but said nothing. Since no one said nothing I got out of the room and ran for my life.
This is my story. I was glad when I got home. Took me a day to recover and mull over the happenings and decide to write to you.
This is not the first time I have been to police stations but the experience is not nice at all, so I can sympatize with you and your family.
Sir, you take good care.
gtbrown
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