Moxyland - Lauren Beukes [11]
-- Participating in unlawful, unlicensed protest march.
-- Loc: Parliament.
-- Defuse. R5000 fine. 24H disconnect.
> 29/12/2017 - CA 415 Defacement of corporate property.
-- Loc: V&A Mall Christmas display.
-- Defuse. 24H disconnect. 16 days corporate service.
> 18/7/2017 – CC 279 (a) Public disruption.
-- Loc: Vanguard Drive, Langa. Defuse.
> 22/11/2013 CTTD 80 unpaid underway fare fines.
-- Amount settled in full.
> 4/2/2008 CSP 121 (Juvenile) Possession of narcotics with intention to distribute.
-- 150 grams nitra- amaldrine (street name Bliss).
-- Sentenced to eight months in Boys Town juvenile fa- cility.
-- Six months probationary surveillance.
> 17/10/2006 CVC 3A (Juvenile) Breaking and entering.
-- Loc: 28 Roberta St, Bonteheuwel.
-- Suspended sentence.
OFFENCE______________________
CC 279(a) Public disruption
(offence time) 11h23
(offence date)
17/9/2018
(location)
Stones Pool Hall,
181 Long Street
(conjoined with)
CC 592 (b) Aggravating behaviour
OFFICER’S NOTES:
Disruption alert logged 11h20 from Stones Pool Hall (Premises ID
33CBD-Long181). Officer and Aito /379 responded. On arrival found subject shouting threats and acting in aggressive manner.
A scan of the subject’s SIM ID register revealed that the subject has recent priors including previous public disruptions and a juvenile record.
Subject failed to respond to officer’s verbal warning or warnings uploaded to his phone.
Activated a defuse to subject’s phone. Defuse < 200 V. Non-lethal voltage. Defuse lasted approx 2.5 minutes.
Subject adequately subdued.
Officer left premises without further incident. Subject’s SIM logged on SAPS watch-list for period of twenty-four hours.
Temporary disconnect.
'Sorry, Ten,' Ashraf says, flicking his screen back to show me. The log is already live on SAPS.co.za, and this is what's so truly fucked up, that government inc. thinks this level of transparency automatically rules out repression. If it's all out in the open, it has to be above board.
'But what did you expect?' Ash says, like this is the time to be griefing me.
'Fuck!' He flinches as I slam my foot into a cold-drink can, sending it clattering down the street. At least it's not a Ghost can – that would have been too much. skyward* is going to be seriously pissed.
The worst is confirmed when we get to the entrance to the D-line underway stop on Wale Street and my phone won't scan. Or, rather, it does scan and blocks me outright in response to the police tag on my SIM, to the tremendous amusement of the leisure-class kids overdressed in their ugly expensive clothes. Bastards. Bastards. Bastards. I suck at my palm, which still stings, even if it's stopped bleeding. At least the fucker didn't mace me, else every biogen dog in the city would be trailing me like I was a bitch in heat.
We cruise down Adderley towards the station, past the Grand Parade, and the blaring logos and adboards squatting on the façade of the old library like parasites. And what really grinds me is that it was supposed to be ours for Streets Back. We'd rounded up a bunch of kids from the Castle Street shelter with this plan to do graffiti murals. It was a way of letting them make a mark on the city that usually filters them out like spam. It was all legit. We had the permits and everything, with a small development grant Ash set up, from an Italian org complete with our own Italian liaisons. It all got fucked up, though. The Italians came out to make a documentary of the whole spiel, and then got all pissy when it wasn't happening. Like it's my fault we ran out of money.
First up we had to pay for chatter flyers, because how else are you going to reach illiterate kids who can't read a poster? So the audio chips were crazy expensive, then the freebies we got from the paint company were all reject stock, broken nozzles, dried-out paint, two years past their expiry date. By the time we'd bought our own paint and masks and overalls and food for all the kids who showed up instead of just