King of the animal

What Lukashenko does in Belarus is called fascism

About the door of the autozak and make people on their knees crawl to her.

Draw red crosses on the backs of captured. Or pour white paint on their heads. If they accidentally shed paint on the car, wipe the victims with their heads. This is noted by those who should be especially beaten in the department or isolator.

They put people on the floor in auto -zaks in layers, one on the other, the other on the third. There is nothing to breathe from below, beat with batons on top. If those who are below are suffocating and asking for help, those in black, yell at them: "Silence!"

And doctors, engineers, businessmen, artists, athletes see the berets of the punisher, who were compacted to the human mass, go to the human mass.

“Another detainee with a broken head on the road became bad, he lost consciousness, we knocked, talked about it, but they only said that“ this is the agitator. ” They picked him slap in the face ”(Yuri, 23 years old, all quotes - from the materials of the Belarusian human rights center“ Spring ”. - Ed. ).

They take for a long time and eventually bring.

“There we heard how we brought another party. Screams stood hellish. These were "swept." They beat with fists, batons, legs, berets, used a stun gun. ”

This does not mean that at the entrance to hell, only the swords are beaten. Beat everyone. “One riot police beat the guy to his death for his surname look like Tikhanovskaya -“ Tikhanovich ”. (Vladislav Solovey, 28 years old, kindergarten teacher).

“A guy with a bloodied head who stood nearby asked if he could wipe my blood about me.”

“There they pulled me out into the street, where eight riot police officers began to beat me in the head, groin, and in the kidneys, in general, throughout my body. I asked them to stop, but it started them even more ... I lost consciousness after I got into the left part of my face, hitting my head against the wall. ” (Ilya, 18 years old).

In the department, a person is handcuffed to a chair and beat. “Do you want to go to the toilet? When you free yourself, then you go ”(Dmitry Mishakovsky, 39 years old).

People are driven to the insulator and with sticks. They are forced to crawl on the floor on karach.

In the yard of the prison, people with their hands are raised to the wall for an hour, for two, three. Those who give up his hands, besides, rushes Bugay in a black balaclava and beats with a rubber club.

Bag-purple dents, smudges, stripes remain from the blows on the body.

Hundreds of people stand in the courtyard of prison on all fours. Hours. Or resting their heads on the ground. Who could not stand it raised his head - they beat him.

Hundreds of naked people are sitting under the open air for hours on concrete in anticipation, while they begin to call them one at a time for a survey and beat. Or stand against the wall for 15 hours in a row.

“People asked for medical care. A paramedic came, as I understand it, a local employee, and began to beat people. She said: "I will cure you here now, there is nothing to walk in the square."

“When I asked for medical care, an employee ran up to me in a T -shirt with the inscription OMON, hit my head and asked:“ Help? ” (Maxim Dovzhenko, 25 years old).

"Do you smoke?" The response of the prisoner is not important, with any answer, extinguish a burning cigarette on his palm.

Athlete? Four hundred squats.

They give food on the third day. Water for the fourth. There is no toilet paper.

One bucket of 134 people. Instead of a toilet.

27 people are tamped into a camera intended for four. Or 30. or 34. There is no air. There is a stink, sweat and fear. People grab the mouth that is motionless, stale that hangs in the chamber instead of air, and lose consciousness. And outside the wild screams come.

“Under our camera brutally beat a person. They said that they told him before the beatings: "We will now show how to love riot police." Then he was brutally beaten, and he screamed accordingly. They told him: "Shout that you love riot police." He screamed. And they said: "Shout stronger, stronger." He just screamed in agony. Then he fell silent. And we realized that something happened to him. They specifically beat under our cameras so that we could hear it. ”

And the kter of the Gorky Zhdanovich Theater, who stood up during the dispersal of the protest march for a woman (as Sergey Mokhnatkin did once in Moscow) was put for 9 days. There is no space, slept on the table. He read to the cellmates "Eugene Onegin", sitting at the parashi.

Elena Levchenko, the famous basketball player, the only Belarusian who played in the professional league in America, the only best center of the World Championship in the country, participated in protest marches. She was arrested at the airport when she was going to fly for treatment. Instead of treatment in a European clinic, a camera without heating and hot water, where a person is more difficult for a person than others. Accustomed to comfort in America, where a shower is taken twice a day? You will do without a shower for 15 days.

In Gomel of the Orthodox priest about. Vladimir, who came out in a single picket with the poster “Drinking Nice Gwalt!”, Which his children painted him (he has six), is planted for 10 days. Then they release, return their clothes, allow you to breathe a sigh of relief, anticipating fresh air, meeting with the family and all that warm and good, which is called life, and give another 15 days. Again, the same gabe training, the same cop meanness: to lure with freedom - and immediately take it away.

This is not just local police operations, not just certain cases of cruelty and violation of the law. This is a focused and large-scale military capacity against Belarusians. It occurs everywhere, on the avenues and in the yards, in Minsk, in Gomel, in Grodno, in Novopolotsk. It was declared an impostor who seized power - all awarding to everyone pooping, vulgar in all his manifestations, type. He was offended to the depths of his perverted soul by the ungracious people, who voted not for him, but for a housewife, and decided to take revenge on the people and break the people.

There is a huge punitive operation throughout the country. 30 thousand people were subjected to repression. There are missing and killed.

Repression continues. Minsk includes columns of military equipment. Black detachments of punishers are built in the squares. Dozens close the metro stations. Disconnect the Internet. To break the resistance of the townspeople, they come up with know-how: they turn off the water in the protesting area of ​​the New Borovoy. You will walk dirty, you will smell and stink, you will stand for water in line with buckets and cans, will wash off the toilets from the mug. When people from other regions of Minsk begin to carry water in the area in bottles, punishers catch them, and take their bottles from them.

Then three street toilet are brought to the area, rudely, quickly not even painted, but smeared in white and red white, and put in sight in all.

Here are the toes in the flowers of the flag of protest. Use.

And nearby, a car with darkened glasses, because of which they vigilantly look at the eyes on the rat face of the gabash residid: who will say the word, who will be indignant-take it.

Enraged camouflaged armed cattle revenge Belarusians.

Patrols in the yards. The exit from the entrances on the passport. They take revenge on people for those week after week they go out in a peaceful protest, for the fact that they want changes, for defeating the dictators in the elections, for having hope and ideals, for considering themselves people. It’s not enough for them to beat, only break, only plant, only extinguish the cigarettes on the captive palm and tightened more than more painfully and tightly pull the hands abandoned on the asphalt behind their backs. There is little stupid violence for them. Berez on the back of the prisoner is not enough. There is little blow to the face. You still need to humiliate.

Therefore, they trample the flowers and put the candles put in the memory of the novel by Bondarenko, who were killed by them.

Therefore, in front of the captured people, they defiantly clean their berets with a white-red-white flag and throw it in the form of a dirty rag on the step of the car carrier.

In the Second World War, the Elorus suffered terrible losses. Historians are still arguing about whether every third, fourth or fifth resident of Belarus was killed. The burned villages and people - 628 settlements destroyed with the inhabitants - remained in the memory of people. This is a martyr, a people whose minds could not but remain terrible injury.

When I was in Belarus-and I have been there more than once-for some reason it always seemed to me that there was deep silence throughout the country. Maybe this is just a feeling of a resident of Moscow, accustomed to a continuous noise, Gamu and a rumble of a metropolis. Or maybe this is the silence of some other dimension-the silence of the country that did not recover from the bloody execution, the silence of the huge ash into which the invaders turned Belarus. Although the cities are rebuilt, and the neat facades of houses in the center of Minsk are glowing with pleasant colors, and swans swim in the ponds, all the same, behind all this cute, modest graternation of the hesitant, half -heated vision are black, charred ruins ...

The Germans carried out punitive operations against Belarusians in 1944. Who, what kind of nonsense dares again to arrange terror against this peaceful and calm people, in what schizophrenic head will the thought will come again and torture the martyr? Who will come to the point of releasing punishers in black against them, to such baseness, so that again, as it was already eighty years ago, to arrange raids on the streets of their cities on Belarusians, put them with faces, entwined with barbed wire, beat and torture them? Who will get to shoot them on the streets of Minsk and kill them with bullets and beatings, as the invaders once did? It cannot be that there is a person who will go to it.

So I thought so it seemed to me. There is a feature that cannot be crossed. What a naivety.

But I'm not the only one so naive. Teacher Tamara Montik turned to the deputy minister of the interior Gennady Kazakevich with a felt, human word. She remembered how she taught him what a smart boy he was, how he remained after the lessons to talk to her about the story, and asked him to be a man. “Gene, you cannot betray me. You cannot betray your family, betray your Belarusian people. Do not forget the lessons of history. This power is already dead ... ”But where and when, at what step of his career in organs, at what moment of his life did he cease to be a person? It was to him, Kazakevich, brought Maria Kolesnikov, who refused to leave the country,

And it was he who told her that she would “sew your shirts without teeth in the zone for the security forces.”

E , someone corders the streets and arranges raids if he launches his special forces imprisoned for cruel capture and murder on peaceful men and women if he rowing into prisons of demonstrators and passers-by, men and women, pensioners and disabled people, if it floods the streets of cities with gloomy, frightening vehicles intended for terror, if he throws from the country the Catholic Bephypis. The trade union leader, who won the presidential elections and many, many others, if he keeps his political opponents in prisons, if there are enough students singing the “Marseilles” of the “Marseilles” and disperses the marches of disabled people walking on crutches and walkers if its punishers are in black chains, hunting for Belarusians, then who he is, who is he such?

“When on August 9, the CIP* turned into one large basement of the Gestapo, the anti -epidemiological considerations did not excite anyone. When the judges right there, in the Gestapo basement, they made their decisions, continuing the maintenance of beaten, crippled people in cameras with exceeding the occupancy limit once every twenty ... ”Says Pavel Sapelko, a lawyer from the Vesna human rights center.

So this word appeared - Gestapo.

It was not me that I told him in a fit of hatred of punishers or in an emotional overlap, it was a man who sees all this with his own eyes, who hears the cries of exciting and tortured people, who knows in details and details the horror that occurs today in Belarus.

If the country has a complete, unlimited, unbridled power has a Gestapo, then what is happening in this country is called fascism.

*Center for the insulation of offenders, known as surrounding.