Private Enforcers?

Posted: March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized

February 2014

We attended a peaceful protest earlier in an attempt to save one of our friends, a retired,widowed Lady, from eviction from her property. Her home.

All we were asking of the Court Bailiffs was to produce a Signed court warrant and signed EX96 form. One would expect that if the bailiffs had the correct paperwork they would produce it. Wouldn’t you?

The Bailiffs arrived half an hour before the time of eviction but sat around as if waiting for the ‘official’ start time.

Eleven of ‘us’ where in attendance, standing peacefully outside the property, two bailiffs three locksmiths just down the street. Our friends spokesman (full power of attorney) asked the bailiffs for sight of the paperwork, the bailiff refused. It appeared to be a stand-off, the locksmith making phone calls, the bailiffs making phone calls. For over an hour the situation remained the same. Then…..

Over the horizon came the cavalry. Two Police Vans, two Police cars. TWENTY TWO Police OFFICERS, not Constables, OFFICERS. Tooled up and ready to rumble, ready to enforce the UNSIGNED warrant, on behalf of the bailiffs and, the BANK.

Oh, the police were ever so polite, to begin with, chatty, smiling, even praising one of the Lad’s ‘old car’, behavior we use to expect from coppers. One of them looked like a refugee from the some ‘sixties hippy commune, “been working undercover see, innit?” Undercover? looked as if he’d just crawled out from under the bed covers, unwashed, unshaven, matted shoulder length hair, a fuckin disgrace to the uniform, a complete lack of respect for the position he holds. I had to ask, ” are you a male or female, with your unkempt locks and disheveled appearance, hard to tell see?” “And did you have to borrow the hat, off someone with a bigger head, to get all that mess under it?” Of course one of his mates came over to defend him, “… no need to be rude, just lets keep this pleasant.” “And who are you to take offense on his behalf?” I asked. “Are you one of the professionally, terminally offended?” “Yes” she says, “offended on my colleagues behalf.” Do Fuck Off will you.

Then at a signal from their boss, the bailiff, the attitude of the police changed, almost as if a switch had been flicked, turning on THUG MODE. The arrival of Sergeant Thug seemed to to be that switch. Dark complexion (sun bed) , slicked hair, immaculate ‘five o’clock’ shadow, freshly pressed uniform, could have been an icon/ poster boy for the GAY police officers association, a don’t fuck with me kinda guy, I’ll show you fucking peasants whose in charge here kinda guy, a no-nonsense shoot to kill kinda guy. A Gay Judge Dredd kinda guy. CUNT.

Up the drive they march shoving people out the way, even stole the camera off of the ‘Official community press’ man. There was no stopping them, a ‘blitzkrieg’ of Black boots and Hi-Viz, making way for the bailiff and the locksmith to ‘just do their job’. In they rush all of ’em, as if its some drugs bust, some manhunt for Osama bin liner. Trampling all before them, no decency, rifling through rooms and cupboards, don’t give afuckingshit, don’t care that everything inside are the treasured possessions of a lifetimes work. “Na, fuckem, don’t pay your debts on time, ‘syour own fuckin fault, it all belongs to us now.”

“Is this what we asked for? Is this what we deserve?

Warrants without a signature of liability, police acting on the orders of a BANK, where are we heading, indeed where have we arrived?

The Locksmiths then proceed to remove all the windows and doors, to replace them with perforated steel plates. Just whats needed, wind and rain pouring in to ruin a perfectly good house, I despair.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.