Where is he? Where is my son?
Sir, please, your son is being detained for —
Yes, yes, I know. I heard. That’s why I am here to bail him out. Ttt. And you should be totally ashamed of yourselves. Arresting a group of seventeen-year-olds for peaceful protest.
Sir, your son and his friends were asked to move along several times, as they were disrupting the peace and making people feel very uncomfortable.
How? By holding up a cardboard sign and protesting a globally recognised genocide?
A cardboard sign showing support for a terrorist organ—
Showing solidarity for Palestine Action is not an act of terrorism. Good God, what has this country become?
Sir, as we have told your son and his friends, that demonstration was an illegal act of terrorism in accordance with —
Don’t you dare cite to me that absolute hogwash. Don’t you dare.
Sir... I will ask that you show us respect. We have a zero tolerance policy against harrass—
Yet your officers have no problems with harassing my son and his friends. Or old age pensioners. Very brave of you. Must feel good when that payslip comes in each month.
They were breaking the law! — I ask you not to film in he—
Oh, I’m not filming. I am live-streaming. And I will continue to do so until you release my son and his friends. I may also remind you that you will have to have concrete evidence of my son and his friends doing an act of unlawful intent to hold him here. Concrete evidence. And holding a banner doesn’t cut it. So... chop chop. Release my son and his friends... before I organise another little protest outside.
Is that a thre—
Yes, it is. So don’t try me. I’m a human rights lawyer.
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