I wasn't even involved in the protests. I was just passing by. But some cop in riot gear grabbed me and ripped off all my clothes. Then they bent me over a wooden barrier and a bunch of them took turns on me. They entered me in places that had never been entered before. But the worst part was, the protesters, the ones who'd been running away from the cops, they all stopped to watch and film what was happening. But not a single one offered to help. No one could do a thing. Not with dozens of cops lined up to take something that wasn't even theirs ... my innocence.
But he didn’t stop there. He pulled my bra down so that it was underneath my boobs. I could feel the cold air rush up against my warm flesh as they jiggled and bounced free. After he groped them both a couple times he reached back down and took the bra in his hands, then ripped it right in half.
When some of the other cops saw what he was doing, they took one of the wooden barriers and set it down right in front of me. It was like they done this before. They knew exactly what to do, and they knew no one would stop them.
There was a part of me that hoped that someone might do something. Anything. But I knew deep down that wasn’t going to happen. I knew no one was stupid enough to try to come up against a group of cops that were armed to the teeth. I knew everyone around me was just as scared of these assholes as I was.
Just before I was bent forward over the barrier, I watched as the two cops in front of me removed their helmets and some of their gear. The smirks they had on their faces made me sick. It was like they knew exactly what I was thinking, and how vulnerable I felt. Not only did I have my arms behind my back, so I couldn’t struggle or get away, but even if I could, there was nothing I could do as no one would believe me. No one would care what a random young woman said against a group of the city’s finest.