I mentioned a transphobic incident on this site two weeks ago ( http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2006/05/339645.shtml) as part of an essay on solidarity. This morning, I received a call on my bus radio to "report to the station manager"--so I did. Only there was no station manager in the room--just two cops. Tri-Met had arranged for a trap for dangerous ol' me.
"You're under arrest," they said. "What for?" I asked--because after two weeks, and especially considering the outrageous aggression I had suffered then, I hadn't expected anything further to come of it. "You know perfectly well," they said. It didn't make a lick of sense to me. I thought of KBR's new concentration camps. I started to bolt (I have panic disorder); irrationally, I wanted to call for help. They tackled me, so now I'm charged with resisting arrest--and with "menacing."
Yeah, "menacing"--whatever that is. Someone threatened me with her gun two weeks ago, I successfully evaded death, and now I'm a "menacer."
I will say this, though: the cops and guards acted in an exemplary manner, once I was cuffed and led through my workplace to the cruiser and th city jail. I was put in an "isolation cell" for a few hours, which beats the hell out of being put in with the men. The strip-search was cursory.
Now I get to sell my house or whatever, and get a lawyer. The moral of the story here is, always lick the boots of Republicans gratefully. Not.
I don't feel safe anywhere, at anytime, period. Is there a country that offers asylum for queers?