I recently returned to the UK for a week. I spent a couple of days in Hastings, and the rest in London. I had been there several times in the past. Just like every other town and city in Europe for the last 15 years, the police pointed me out to security guards, and they or the police, in turn pointed me out to staff, to mock, intimidate, abuse, and threaten me – somebody suffering from paranoid schizophrenia. Just as in shopping centers from Oxford to Athens, the security guards in the Hastings Priory Meadow Center would abuse, mock, and intimidate me on each visit. Several years ago on my last previous visit to Hastings, I went into the Boots store in the Priory Meadow after staff and the TSS security guard had clearly appeared to be recognizing me and acting abusively, with my smartphone recording in my back pocket. I captured the security guard grinning behind my back, apparently oblivious to me recording him, and saying something to the woman at the make-up counter, to which she looked at me and laughed. I uploaded the video to YouTube and within a week or two, it had been taken down with no explanation other than as a response to a privacy complaint, presumably by the Met/Sussex police. In the following months, the police then doubled down on their torture and used it as an excuse to go into dozens or more shops and point me out to staff with encouragement to abuse, insult, and threaten me.
The head of police in Hastings, Sussex is Chief Inspector Jay Mendis-Gunasekera Jay.
The head of Sussex police is Chief Constable Jo Shiner
According to the Criminal Justice Act of 1988, a police officer who commits the offence of psychological torture shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for life.
On this visit to the Priory Meadow Center, my first in 3 years, there was a different member of staff apparently acting as security guard at the Boots pharmacy, and he did not have a TSS security uniform on. A young black male, he visibly recognized me as a I walked past. Every subsequent occasion I walked past, he was standing there and looked anxious when he saw me, but each time tried hard to look stoical and disinterested. That can’t be said for the security guard patrolling the center. An older black, rotund male, I saw him a couple of times, and on each occasion, he did the classic theatrical ‘I’m not looking at you, I’m looking at everybody’ routine, whilst trying and failing not to smirk.
The security company that patrols the Hastings Priory Meadow Shopping Center is VSG Security, and their CEO is Raymon Grocott.
A Hastings Priory Meadow security guard
A Week In London
I spent the rest of the time in London. I stayed at the Hotel Ibis, where the psychopathic pigs had clearly pointed me out to security on a previous visit, and I had consequently been abused and mocked, and even threatened by them, whilst trying to care for my cancer stricken dying mother. On this occasion, the police, finally now aware after 15 years that some of their senior officers are heading towards prison for life, had clearly advised them to be more circumspect. A female Muslim guard, who I had not seen on previous stays, clearly recognized me and looked almost ashamed.
I had a couple of disturbing experiences walking along High Street Kensington. Twice a police car stopped in traffic in front of me in the direction of Hammersmith, and the driver and his colleague, made not only no pretence of the fact that they recognized me, but laughed at me. One was particulary disgusting. A fat female evil looking pig openly stared and laughed at me theatrically. They may be telling security guards to lay off the torture, at the request of their bosses, but individually they are still clearly rotten to their sadistic inhuman core.