I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m really not here.” If you don’t agree with a word I’m saying, I get very upset. I might even punch, kick, kick your ass.” I thought that meant his “fight.” The rest of us didn’t understand what he meant. We all didn’t have a clue. And I didn’t either.
We were in the lobby of the hotel at 11:30AM when the police, who had come to question us, showed up to take us into custody. One of the cops told us the reason for the request for detainment was because of our appearance. “They’re looking for a fight,” he told us.
We were taken to an interrogation room. The woman in charge asked a bunch of questions about that night’s activities. She suggested we all get some coffee first, and that would be our last question. I agreed, but she insisted that I did not have to talk, because I was innocent of the charges. I was then escorted to another interrogation room, which led up to another room.
The woman in charge then walked to a large table near the center of the room with several people standing behind it. They told all the people that we are being questioned. We sat at such a table and started hearing the conversations of one of the young girls. All but her two older sisters were around the table, with the rest still in the lounge. The woman continued to ask us questions, as if she was trying to figure out if anything was amiss. I was not surprised, because I had been in the room, too.
Eventually, the woman stopped asking questions and told us to speak. At that point, I could say with some certainty that this time I was sure the police were going to use force. That it was an interrogation in which they knew me. But none of us did anything wrong to deserve what was going to happen, so I didn’t care.
We stood there, waiting, listening, hearing and being told that the girls at the table must have been in a state of shock. The girls talked to me, about what they had witnessed, and what they heard. We even began playing a game called “what have you been hiding?” A while later, the girl who was lying down on the table was told what was about to happen and had to be ready. As soon as the girl was on the floor, the other girls grabbed her and dragged her down the hall to
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