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To update this incident on Tuesday night July 28th, J.W. was visited at his residence by the police. The police served J.W. with a trespass notice to the university. The notice was in fact not signed by the University. This amounts to a targeted expulsion of a perceived troublemaker with no evidence of any crime being committed other than resisting his surveillance at the hands of campus watch.
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Earlier today Campus Watch tried to detain my brother on the seventh floor of the Richardson building. The only justification they had for wanting to hold him agaisnt his will was that they believed he looked to be a 'criminal'. My brother knows his rights, so quickly told them that their desire to do so essentially amounts to entrapment, and so, they legally have no powers to hold him. J. then repeatedly told the two security monkeys in question that he had reasonable grounds to be in the building irrespective of the fact that he is not currently enrolled in the University of Otago because he was in the building for the purpose of obtaining information about courses he is looking at possibly taking next year. He then presented said security monkeys with several 100-level course outlines he had gained from the Department of Anthropology, only moments earlier, in an attempt to quell their disbelief. The alpha-male of the two security monkeys involved then stated J. must wait where he is until he has other security monkeys from Campus Watch go to the Department of Anthropolgy and 'check out' his story. Because the alpha-male monkey was barring J. from entering the lifts and the baby monkey was blocking his access to the stairwell, J. then pulled his cellphone from his pocket and informed them he was going to phone his lawyer so as to call their bluff. The youngest of these two apes then snatched the phone from his hand and stated this would not be necessary and that everything would be sorted out as soon as other primates from this pack could get to the Department of Anthropology and corroborate his story. How J. got the phone back I don't know, however, upon his doing so he left the building. Following this, I walked down from the eighth floor of the Richardson building where I had been seeking legal advice (oh, the irony) and entered the scene of the altercation which had just taken place. They then began asking me if I was the brother of J. W., to which I immediately asked, 'why?' They then told me that they have to monitor the movement of 'known criminals' on campus and began to justify what had occurred due their recognising J. from Campus Watch monitoring of the 4.20 smoke-ups held on the Union Lawn. I retorted with ‘well, if he is in fact a known criminal, you are in fact a known tosser’ and got in the lift to go and find my brother. I found him at the main entrance to the Richardson building with several others who are also involved with 4.20. We decided to counter the force which they tried exert over J. by making a show of force of our own. We all took the lift to the seventh floor and the discussion which took place was as follows;
‘Know your fucking role! You have a clearly defined role and it is not of one where you can attempt to use those powers bestowed upon an officer of the law! You are not a fucking cop! You are a fucking monkey security guard and nothing more! Furthermore, I find the actions you took only moments ago to be absolutely appalling. You do not have the right to detain a member of the public on University property under assumptions you used to attempt to do so today. My brother had reasonable grounds to be in this building and even presented you with evidence to prove them.’
‘I AM A FORMER POLICE OFFICER! I WAS A POLICE OFFICER FOR TWENTY YEARS!’
‘Yes, monkey but that doesn’t necessarily translate into your having an understanding of the law. You merely enforced the law for twenty years. You obviously don’t understand the law at the level of which we do, or you wouldn’t have fucking attempted to pull the shit you just tried on with my fucking little brother! Stop dragging those knuckles along the ground when you walk you fucking monkey! Suck a cock!’
We then exited the Richardson building and stood by the Union Lawn only to observe the pack of monkeys grow in size as they vigilantly monitored our movements over the course of the next half an hour. My brother ended up relaying these events to Abe Gray, who in turn, advised that he go and lay formal complaint with OUSA. He has done so, yet my rage is still seething.
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