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My
28-hour ordeal in police detention
Ndamu Sandu
July 23, 2006
http://www.thestandard.co.zw/viewinfo.cfm?linkid=21&id=4155
I got wind that
members of the Combined
Harare Residents- Association (CHRA) were marching to
Town House to protest against the collapsed service delivery in
the city so I put aside what I was doing and headed for Town House
where I saw a group of protesters waving placards crossing Jason
Moyo from Rezende Street.
As riot police
moved in, most of the demonstrators fled leaving behind their posters.
But 15 CHRA
members who had been arrested were ordered to sit on the tarmac
while police officers brandishing batons and armed with teargas
canisters waited for a truck to ferry them to Harare Central Police
Station.
I began interviewing
an official from CHRA who had escaped arrest. Meanwhile police were
ordering people who had gathered to disperse. I saw three baton-wielding
police officers charging at onlookers. One officer in plain clothes
seized me from behind and said I was under arrest.
I showed him
my Press accreditation, issued by the Media and Information Commission,
but he wasn-t interested. Other officers were holding onto
Godwin Mangudya, a journalist from the banned Daily News. We were
shoved into a Defender truck and thus I began my sojourn as President
Mugabe-s guest.
When we arrived
at Harare Central an officer asked for our details, which were duly
taken down. We were ushered into a small room near the reception.
There were already 16 people there. One officer came over, took
down our names and said all the 19 people in that room - including
Mangudya and myself - were being charged under the Public
Order and Security Act (POSA).
At 7PM we were
called to another room for our supper from well wishers. At 8.30PM
we were ordered to go to the fourth floor for a roll call. The process
took 30 minutes. We then went back to the reception area to surrender
our belongings and shoes.
Around 9.30PM
it was time to go to the cells, barefooted. I wondered what crime
I had committed to deserve such degrading treatment! All the cells
were full. There were 18 of us in the unlit and smelly room.
At 6AM on Thursday
everyone woke up for another roll call and then our breakfast. The
police had not taken statements from us. I asked one of the officers
what I was being charged with.
He said I was
part of the demonstration that wanted to remove the government.
When I told
him that I was a journalist he said: "mupfana kwaunoshandira
hakuiti (young man you work for the wrong institution)."
In the meantime,
my colleagues at work were assured by acting Information Minister,
Paul Mangwana, that I would be released as soon as possible. At
1PM we went to the reception for our lunch. Then we left for the
Law and Order Section. That was the first time we were allowed to
meet our lawyers since we were arrested. I was called to the office
of the Officer-in-Charge where Detective Inspector Mavunda sat.
There was an
old-fashioned typewriter in front of him, which would have proudly
sat in any museum. I suspected the old machine was not working for
when he interrogated me, he was writing in a diary. I sat on the
other side together with my lawyers Lawrence Chibwe, and Wilbert
Mandinde from the Media
Institute of Southern Africa (MISA). Mavunda asked for my Press
accreditation. I told him that it was in the lockers. When we returned
Mavunda scrutinised the accreditation card for five minutes. He
phoned The Standard to verify whether I worked for the newspaper.
When he got the confirmation after masquerading as my relative,
I saw Chibwe shaking his head in disbelief.
I went back
to the small room where my co-accused were paying $250 000 admission
of guilt fines. The charge: contravention of Section 7 (b) of the
Miscellaneous Offences Act. I paid mine under protest.
We went back
to the lockers and collected our belongings. At 5PM I left Harare
Central after spending 28 hours there.
I imagined George
Charamba, information secretary; talking about image building and
wondered whether my arrest was not another own goal by our beleaguered
government.
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