Monthly Archives: January 2015

Arrested again today – for protesting at Masterton Hospital

Was so nervous about it this morning, but knew I wanted to do it, take the Bill of Rights to court.  So I went to Masterton Hospital knowing I was trespassed, got most of it recorded on Dictaphone around my neck.  Started singing, giving them a hard time, security turned up, came out with a written trespass notice.  I said I am ignoring it under the Bill of Rights, he said, it was just his job – nice guy.  Reassured him I was no threat to anybody just needed to be heard, he was all good.

Police turned up, two women, they were awesome.  Told them I had no intention of leaving, that under the Bill of Rights I was allowed to express myself any way I wanted.  I was peacefully arrested though freaked out when she said she was going to use the handcuffs, body went rigid and I almost had a panic attack.  She was pretty onto it with it and kept reassuring me.  Lucky I had put a stretchy bandage on my right wrist, didn’t hurt like it usually does.  She shouldn’t have used handcuffs, its not necessary.

Was taken back to police station, always an interesting ride and in through the back entrance.  Was processed, searched (that’s always fun), I hadn’t worn any jewellery etc cause I know how it works.  I have to appear in court Monday 9.30am, looking forward to it.  Met another officer, who fingerprints you etc, he was cool, just new to Masterton from Westport, knew brother in law – we both Coasters.  That made me feel better.  Basher came in one part of it to help photo and fingerprint me – NO FUCKING WAY.

There was no way I wanted to be anywhere near him, we just antagonise each other and that would have just upset everybody.  They were good about it and I didn’t have to – probably helps I have a complaint in about the Xmas Eve bastards.  They processed me in about an hour.  Last time I was in there I was singing and yelling and giving them shit, this time I was quiet and just did a few drum rhythms on my thighs and the bench.  The woman who arrested me – really cool chick, knew heaps about traumatised people from the way she handled me when I got upset and started freaking out a few times.

They had gone and got my car so I was let out the front door to my car and home.

Another good thing that has come out of it, other than challenging things in court, is I feel heaps better about police now I have had a couple of really good ones – it counteracts what those revolting ones did.

I told them part of the reason for doing the protest was in response to being arrested and humiliated outside the Supermarket in Greytown.  I think I had a bit of a flip out about that point, took all my strength to stop ending up curled up in a ball on the floor hysterical.  Fuck I hate that.

Feel so much more empowered.  I hope any activists reading this get an idea of how things might go when arrested for protesting and civil disobedience in New Zealand - but always expect the unexpected – the type of cop you get can change things a lot.  Do it, do it, do it – the feeling you get from it is worth it.  Just keep reminding yourself they ain’t going to eat you and getting arrested for wilful trespass is the easiest, most non-violent, way I have found of getting in front of a judge.  Hell come to Wellington to protest about appauling mental health services and we’ll get arrested together – would be heaps more fun with other people.

Trouble with me of course is I have little respect for authority, know my rights, am difficult to pigeonhole (label a criminal), especially when I’m singing and reciting poetry, or giving them the backstory and facts I know.  Also I have an indomitable will, part of being a dragon and Capricorn, and when I hit a policeman on a power trip who expects everybody to do what he tells them, it usually doesn’t end well.

Going to use the Bill of Rights as my defence and tell the judge I have been unable to get its protection and believed applying its principles to my case is appropriate in 2015.  Then going to talk about the situation I am in and the necessity to get as close to these people as possible.  Tell him about these people needing to see what was happening to people like me and in my community or they ignored it – which makes it worse.  Talk about mental health services being a torture wheel of hell, experimentation and brainwashing of the community.  Tell him all the things I have done to get care and the situation I am in with home, housing, income etc.  So we’ll see how it goes, might write up some notes to take.

 

Stay Stay Away – song dedicated to Wairarapa Police

Stay Stay Away

My voice shatters the silence
This shit I’m in is grave
If only you had listened
If only you’d stayed away

CHORUS
But you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing in the cells today

(stay, stay away)

As I sat there and I waited
Police could see the tears on my face
Of your time and my honour
It’s such as bloody waste

CHORUS
Cause you jumped in your car
And sped it my way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing this song today

My voice cuts through the silence
As you drove me home today
Wish you your tazer gone for good
With my life you would not play

You just jumped in your car
And sped it away
To me you’ll finally listen
And away you then will stay

(stay, stay away)

End

Awesome – love it - can’t wait to sing it outside the police station in next couple of days. They needn’t think I’m gunna sit back and just accept this treatment.

 

 

Arrested (sorry detained) by police again today outside supermarket – WTF

Get this phoned Stephen Joyce’s office about this new app to find out best job to get and I have decided on studying to be an ICT Business and Systems Analyst, high earnings, average education costs and high number of jobs.  Will help with my activism and have a couple of Victoria papers I can probably count towards the degree.  Only 3 years full time – hope I can do it.

Anyway, I got upset because of being unemployed so long and everything that is going on, but I did not say I was going to fkn kill myself.  This guy phoned police, who not long after phoned me and said they were on their way round – completely freaked out, took off in the car, ended up at the local park until I had calmed down.  I knew I had to go back and face the music but my first reaction was to run, all I could think of was what happened on Xmas Eve, and these guys were on their way to hurt me.  Plus another possible showdown with CATT team.

I was away about 45 mins, decided to go home and on the way saw the police car coming out of a nearby street, my street, I decided to go and get something from the supermarket.  They had seen me and followed me, the got me coming out, were waiting for me, I saw the car arrived.  This was in front of all the staff, people I know, people who already dislike me because I don’t work and am called Crazy Jayne.  It was so fucking humiliating – even though they were reasonably ok cops.  Didn’t like the older one, they wouldn’t let me get in my car and follow them to the police station, they made me get in their car, threatened handcuffs the wanker – told him be better fucking not in a quiet voice.

I noticed when I was in the car one of them had a tazer – this is really threatening shit – how the fuck did the system get so fucked.  I am reminded of the verse ITS ALL BULLSHIT, RUN BY COCK SUCKERS, BACKED UP BY SOME VERY STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS!

So ended up in Masterton, singing my heart out, Why Am I arrested, Human Sewage and some poetry, very loud, heaps of echo, a prisoner gave me shit because I was annoying him.  Told him tough fucking shit I’ll do whatever I fucking want while I’m in this fucking cell.  Was there about an hour I think, taken home the long way, had to stop at Carterton.  Was ticking and rocking backwards and forwards, crying for most of the way, my head down and hands over my ears.  I couldn’t look out the window on the way back, what if someone saw me.  This is bullshit and I am going to fucking change it.  Already left a message for Brent Register and put a comment on Wairarapa Police site, now I’ve written a song.

Have been asked to perform at a gig in Wellington in a couple of weeks and I needed a new song, something not quite so dark, this will be perfect as no instrument, just voice.

Stay Stay Away

There’s a cold stoney silence
As I stand at my grave
If only you had listened
If only you’d stayed away

CHORUS
But you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing this song today

(stay, stay away)

As I sat there and I waited
They could see the tears on my face
Of your time and my honour
It’s such as bloody waste

CHORUS
Cause you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be sitting in the cells today

There’s a cold stoney silence
As you drove me home today
Wish you were gone for good
With my life you would not play

You just jumped in your car
And you sped it away
To me you’ll finally listen
And away you then will stay

(stay, stay away)

End

Awesome – love it

 

Must Stand Jerry, new song – dedicated to Jerry Mataparae – COWARD!

Must stand Jerry, yes you gotta know you must stand now
Must stand Jerry, now general, yes you gotta know you must stand now
Government’s running poor people down
Now its time to stop, stamp your royal foot on the ground

All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
One of these early mornings, you gunna be seeing our weeping eyes, yeah

National bought the news so you must stand – against their hate and lies
We’re coming round, poor child man and woman
Cause we’re hurt, and they don’t, hear our cries
Must stand Jerry, now general, yes you gotta know you must stand now
Government’s running poor people down
Now its time to stop, stamp your royal foot on the ground

All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
All you ever do is ride around Jerry (and hide Jerry hide)
One of these early mornings, you gunna be seeing our weeping eyes, yeah
Our weeping eyes, our weeping eyes
Our weeping eyes, yeah yeah, our weeping eyes.

End

The words are really flowing at the moment, especially after I was told by Jerry’s office yesterday that there was no way I would be allowed an hour meeting with Governor-General.  He couldn’t possibly see all the people who were making complaints like me, the line would be out the door and down the road. Bloody coward – he knows who I am though, I’ve sent letters and been protesting when he was opening Parliament – creep.  Good to know there are lots of people making complaints then and adds to my legal challenge about being able to look these people who are supposed to protect us in the eye.

Song also gave me idea for a Guerrilla Protest Mission to government house, near the Basin Reserve.  Will make sure I get there early and chalk the song plus some other comments I want to make about this COWARD.  Got to take my video camera and get some of this stuff on Youtube.

 

Poor stalker is abuse victim going through a rape trial – transferrance sux

Yip I’m the person she is transferring (transferrance is a serious mental health state) all her hate onto poor thing and she has a diagnosed personality disorder as well according to her website.

It must be hard for people like that to comprehend those of us who just have stress disorders and are not mentally ill.  Who have reports saying they are intelligent, don’t have a personality disorder and are not delusional.  From what I know about ‘transferrance’ what she is saying and doing to me is what someone has said and done to her.  I feel sorry for her, just proves the failure of mental health services to provide professional health care based on medical and rehabilitation models.

Have had to get the police involved and trying to work out how to have her blocked.  But she has set up her site in such a way that my name comes up?  It says on the self-help thing for wordpress that bloggers can say pretty much whatever they want on their own blogs, but there are definitely rules about saying violent or abusive things on other people’s blogs.

She’s onto it with the internet though, so I don’t know if the abuse I’m getting is just from her or from three different people.  I’m starting to think its just her, I’ll let the police deal with it and will contact WordPress about what she is doing.