“People like this shouldn’t reproduce”

How an anarchist and a child were caught by garbage

Initially, the cops picked on a group of punks who were playing something shitty on acoustics because of their “unkempt appearance in a public place.” The anarchist Lolita, who sang along with them, tried to explain that she and her friends were not breaking any laws, no one was drinking, they were not interfering with the passage of citizens, and in general she was walking with a stroller along a pedestrian street... But this did not work with the garbage, and after a few minutes four of them were dragging Lolita by her arms and legs into a patrol car. In the video, you can hear Aurora screaming from the stroller after her mother - she is only two years old, but she will be afraid of garbage all her life. After Lolita was released from the department with a report for swearing, she told No Future what happened to her at the time of her arrest and how she was treated at night in the department. We recorded her monologue.

When the cop got to us, I swore , as a Russian does, involuntarily. I didn’t tell him to fuck off, I said something like: “yes, fucked up”... Or: “yes, fucked up.” He grabbed me by the jacket and said: “Now we’ll write you a report, come with us.” And I see that my baby is running away - she seemed to be running around, playing among us - I go up to her and take her in my arms, and two cops on both sides just hold me by the jacket. I didn’t even have time to put her in the stroller, I didn’t have time to do anything... And I have Aurora crying because she’s scared. She feels that I am scared too. I have a very shaken psyche, and it’s very easy to drive me into hysterics. I started sobbing, sat down on the ground, hugged my daughter to somehow calm her down. She sees that I’m sobbing, she’s also sobbing, I don’t let her go. The only plus is that the cops moved away because they saw that I was already sitting on the ground with the child.

More cops arrived... They said, like, give the child to your friends, now come with us, sign everything and leave. And I’m hysterical, I’m in denial. I won’t sign anything, under no circumstances, like, get out of here, all that... For about five minutes maximum, I sat with my daughter and held the stroller, and then a group of people started dragging me away. I hear Aurora screaming in the stroller, I cling to the stroller, I don’t want to let go, I feel like they grabbed me by the legs... They put handcuffs on me - that’s why there were marks from the handcuffs on my hand. I kind of stand up and say: “Now I’ll sign everything, just let me go.” I hear out of the corner of my ear, one cop says to another: “fill her with pepper.”

They doused me and I felt bad. I felt really sick. I was in some kind of pre-harvest state. They shoved me into a car... They took Aurora away... In the police station, the handcuffs had probably not been removed from me for about an hour. They didn't let me see Aurora. She was, it turns out, in the corridor, and they took me into the office.

Let's interrogate me, I'm shaking. They started talking about some drugs: “Have you not used drugs for a long time?” I tell them: “I’ve never used drugs, conduct an examination.” I insisted on medical and psychological. Psychological - to confirm that I was hysterical, that I was driven to the point. And the medical one is to prove that I was sober and not on drugs. They said: “We will not carry out anything.”

They searched me, they took off all my laces, all my jewelry, earrings, they undressed me... they called witnesses... they searched me specifically. Maybe they were looking for some kind of drugs. Then mine arrived and took Aurora home from the department. My family was told that I was locked up for two days. I was given bedding. None of my rights were explained to me, of course.

They threatened that they would take my child away from me. I quote the words of one cop: “People like her shouldn’t reproduce.” He was probably hinting that I was an anarchist. They saw the signs. I have a sign of anarchy hanging on my neck, anarchy on my back, punk hoy... They understand that I am an anarchist, and there were a lot of jokes in this direction. Like: “Here is your freedom, now you will sit in a cell.”

The conditions there are disgusting. The monkey is still the same! The toilet is absolutely crap. How can I, a girl, go there? It was still a quest. It's very cold there. I'm most likely sick again. I couldn’t sleep for half the night because I was hysterical, then I passed out.

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Lolita was released from the prison the next day. At the same time, she recorded multiple injuries received during the arrest: sprains from handcuffs, abrasions and blue marks from Musko fingers.

Aurora is now afraid to go to the garden , she has trouble falling asleep and has hysterics every day. Her mother hopes to find a good psychologist and lawyer so that her daughter will not be taken away from her garbage, as they have threatened.

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