Hastings (Chief Inspector Simon Yates)

I recently detailed further abuse and aggression at Eastbourne rail station. I’ve also made two visits to Hastings this year, and while I haven’t received quite the same aggression from the train station staff there, their behaviour has been odd, although not initially.

In February I spent a week there, and passed through the station a few times. There was nothing unusual or anything about the staff behaviour to even suspect that I had been pointed out to them. But on one occasion as I passed through, there were three police officers standing there for whatever reason. All three looked decidedly uncomfortable when they saw me. From that point on, the staff did start acting strangely, and on a couple of occasions aggressively. I don’t know if the police pointed me out that day or said something to the staff, or among themselves that the staff overheard, or if a staff member may simply have noticed the odd reaction of the police as I passed them.

One very strange incident took place invoving a male staff member at the station. However, on my second visit, he ignored me whenever I saw him, so I will not detail it here, unless something changes on a future visit to Hastings.

More disturbing was my second visit to Hastings, although this time it was not the rail station staff (who all pretty much ignored me). Rather, it was the behaviour of the police themselves.

On my first or second day, I was passing through Hastings center and two male police officers passed me. They appeared to recognize me, and as I passed them, I’m sure I heard one of them call me an ‘arsehole’. 20 minutes or so later, I passed them again, and this time one of them – an Asian male – made an exaggerated show of looking suspiciously at me, then turned to his colleague and angrily said something to him, then looked back at me again.

Over the last 17 years of this, in a dozen different countries, I’ve experienced this at least a hundred times from both police and security guards. They appear to be trying to ‘tell me something’ (me, a paraonid schizophrenic). I suspect they are trying to claim that the reason I am ‘being looked at’ is because I ‘attract attention’. In other words, the reason why I’ve been apparently subjected to closer scrutiny in 12 different countries for 17 years than ISIS terrorists and cartel bosses and the like, pointed out to hundreds of security guards and even shop staff who abuse, mock, and intimidate me, whilst throughout those 17 years being gaslighted into believing it’s all a delusion existing inside of my head, is because….. I get slightly agitated sometimes at all of this.

Well, that’s cleared that up then! After 17 years, I finally ‘know’!!!!

According to the provisions relating to torture (including psychological torture) in the Crimanal Justice Act of 1988, a public official such as a member of the police who is convicted of the offence of torture faces a life sentence. He or she could also face life imprisonment for misconduct in public office. He or she could also face conspiracy to torture charges, as well as aggravated harassment charges. The police could also be sued for multiple serious breaches of the European Human Rights Act.

The Chief of Sussex Police is Jo Shiner. The Chief Constable for Hastings is Simon Yates.

Several times I sat outside Costa Coffee or Cafe Nero, enjoying the warm weather. Trying to relax, trying to breathe in the sea air, trying to live in the moment just briefly, trying to forget this 17 year ‘delusion’, trying to forget my mother’s slow and painful cancer death, trying to forget my brother’s painful cancer death just several months ago. On each occasion a male and female police officer happened to stand in the center next to their mobile ‘police station’. Each time, they repeatedly looked at their watches and then sadistically grinned whilst looking in my direction or theatrically ‘looking past me’. On one occasion, the male and female officers were talking to a tattooed man who appeared to be a member of the public. As I finished my drink and walked away in the opposite direction, I heard somebody shout – “what do you think you’re doing?”.