last night some friends and myself were at "buzz" in detroit and it got raided by the cops. we're talkin riot gear, guns drawn, kickin/punchin beating people for no reason other than to flex their muscle. they just raced through the door and started yelling at everybody and throwing peeps around. never said they were "police" or anything. it was written all over their gear but was kinda hard to read for some of the people that were being man-handled face down into the ground. they had us face down for about 30-45 minutes and then filed us one by one out the door. frisked us for weapons and told us to get our asses back to "white suburbia". they arrested a handful of peeps, mostly workers/promoters. what sucks is that they were clearly unorganized and on nothing more than a huge ego trip. i felt so sorry for the girls wearing tank tops or similar clothing. thankfully i layered up, but the ground was so cold. it was 0 degrees in detroit last night so you can all imagine how that must've felt! so, has anybody ever been in this kind of a raid? usually they just shut it down and tell you to get out. this one kinda caught me by surprise. even shittier is we were going to leave 15 minutes before this happened but we couldn't find one of our buds. oh well, typical cop tyrant bullshit. i just lost alot of what little respect i already had for them. peace n jiggy n shit...
cops raid @ "buzz" in detroit on 1-21
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The_One
Bluelighter
Are you sure it was the cops? I was at a party (X Trax) and the same thing happened, almost.
There was a big raid with riot gear on and shit, and they all had spotlights. No, not maglights, BIGGER. They were pushing people out and swearing at them, grabbing people and spontaneously frisking them. The same thing happened at WTMH in August. Detroit usually doesn't get broken up/shut down like that. It sucks.
I think that may have been like a gang squad or something. Maybe it was the same people who shut down the Motor City club under a sting operation. I heard D-town has a squad out for busting raves. Oh well. The last 8 out of 10 I went to went smoothly, so the cops can blow me.
Peace,
The One
There was a big raid with riot gear on and shit, and they all had spotlights. No, not maglights, BIGGER. They were pushing people out and swearing at them, grabbing people and spontaneously frisking them. The same thing happened at WTMH in August. Detroit usually doesn't get broken up/shut down like that. It sucks.
I think that may have been like a gang squad or something. Maybe it was the same people who shut down the Motor City club under a sting operation. I heard D-town has a squad out for busting raves. Oh well. The last 8 out of 10 I went to went smoothly, so the cops can blow me.
Peace,
The One
ya, i think it was gang/vice squad, they are a special ops unit of DPD. however they would've got themselves killed by stupidity had it been a bunch of real thugs instead of harmless partygoers. dumb ass cops. i was at WTMH also, this was much worse. i agree, usually no problems that's why this came as such a shock. oh well...party on!
It's nice to know that our tax dollars are hard at work protecting conservative America from the "evils" of raves, with no regard to human rights and freedoms.
How free are we really? Are we free to assemble peacefully and enjoy music? Do we have the freedom to speak our minds? Can we walk the streets of America without fear of harrassment and illegal searches? F**K NO!!!
I can understand (NOT!) the use of drawn weapons and excessive force employed by the Detroit Police Dept. Ravers are a dangerous lot; armed to the teeth with lightsticks, lollipops, binkies, flashing lights and a peaceful vibe.
My hat goes off to the police officers out there doing an honest, respectable and very thankless job. F**K YOU to those officers that are on a power trip; employing racist and abusive scare tactics to hamper the rights of those you are sworn to protect.
It's time to open your eyes people. We are our own worst enemies. Everyone speaks of "unity", but where is it? "Take it back underground" others say. Why? So your rights will continue to be violated? Know your rights as a citizen of America. Speak your piece, vote and file complaints of rights violations to the departments and governments responsible for these raids. 2000 complaints of abuse in a Mayor's office is quite an eye opener.
You do have the power to institute change...DO IT!!!
MC
Just a thought: Maybe the promoters should say a prayer during a party, then we could claim freedom of religion. Hmmmm, I am thinking they would just disregard that right too!
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How free are we really? Are we free to assemble peacefully and enjoy music? Do we have the freedom to speak our minds? Can we walk the streets of America without fear of harrassment and illegal searches? F**K NO!!!
I can understand (NOT!) the use of drawn weapons and excessive force employed by the Detroit Police Dept. Ravers are a dangerous lot; armed to the teeth with lightsticks, lollipops, binkies, flashing lights and a peaceful vibe.
My hat goes off to the police officers out there doing an honest, respectable and very thankless job. F**K YOU to those officers that are on a power trip; employing racist and abusive scare tactics to hamper the rights of those you are sworn to protect.
It's time to open your eyes people. We are our own worst enemies. Everyone speaks of "unity", but where is it? "Take it back underground" others say. Why? So your rights will continue to be violated? Know your rights as a citizen of America. Speak your piece, vote and file complaints of rights violations to the departments and governments responsible for these raids. 2000 complaints of abuse in a Mayor's office is quite an eye opener.
You do have the power to institute change...DO IT!!!
MC
Just a thought: Maybe the promoters should say a prayer during a party, then we could claim freedom of religion. Hmmmm, I am thinking they would just disregard that right too!
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The_One
Bluelighter
Yeah, I agree with ya, MC!
Cops totally abuse their "serve and protect" privilege, justifying their actions as doing just that. Why do they need to hit kids with mag-lites? To knock the binky outta their teeth?
Does the DPD think they are gonna stop EVERY partie that goes on? Sorry, but Detroit will NEVER run out of warehouses, so they can keep trying.
That's such bullshit, I hate cops.
The One
Cops totally abuse their "serve and protect" privilege, justifying their actions as doing just that. Why do they need to hit kids with mag-lites? To knock the binky outta their teeth?
Does the DPD think they are gonna stop EVERY partie that goes on? Sorry, but Detroit will NEVER run out of warehouses, so they can keep trying.
That's such bullshit, I hate cops.
The One
candy$man
Bluelighter
thats some major bullshit i swear cops aint got shit better to do than pick on us party people i guess that throwin peeps around and takin are shit is alot easy than doin real police work like catchin all the murderes and
people that cause all the real problems in this world. mann phuck that, stupid pigs
peace im out
peace,love & lots of x
people that cause all the real problems in this world. mann phuck that, stupid pigs
peace im out
peace,love & lots of x
Belisarius
Bluelighter
Really, I think your beef should be directed less toward the cops and more toward the laws and institutions that force them to do what they do. Cops are just tools of the law.
That does sound rough, though, what they did.
They probably did it to "make an example" and discourage future activity. Or maybe they just really do like busting up parties.
Who knows?
That does sound rough, though, what they did.
They probably did it to "make an example" and discourage future activity. Or maybe they just really do like busting up parties.
Who knows?
Dr.E's_bitch
Bluelighter
Thats why most sensible Detroiters go and party in Windsor!! Its too bad the club scene sux there though!!
the Doc
the Doc
-or-e
Bluelighter
Yeh windsor don't have no club scene..though its got hawkesbury radio 89.9...its all country and western..but it has one techno show friday nights at 12 midnight...my/our show..check it out...playing many styles electro/funky/techno(Detroit of course)/trance..and all things nice.
Oh this is the perfect time for a plug
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Oh this is the perfect time for a plug
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EvE
Bluelighter
This was sent to me by a friend...
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: [name removed
Buzz, 1am. I would say later that this was one of the most horrible and beautiful things I have ever experienced. Crouched in the corner with friends, absorbing their presence, I was swept up from my feet and was started away from the shadows. A blink, a flash, and the curtain was raised. The wall. A few figures rapidly dashed through, and at this point, I was led to the ground. I don't know how, for sure. But I have a few ideas.
Realization eventually swept me over; the police had arrived. Arrived...not as if we were expecting them, as that was certainly not the truth.
People kept dashing through that wall, that cascade of grey-black reflection. "Never run away," I said to myself. And for the first time in my life, I heard the shockwave crack of a firearm. I wasn't even really sure that's what it was, though my idea was reinforced by others. And in my stillness, kneeling low and trying to gather an idea of what was going on, I was pulled closer to the earth. I heard no one until then.
Sean (or Shawn...maybe Shaun) was there, someone I'd never met until now. He told me to lie down, and to keep safe. He asked me my name, he introduced himself to me in the quietest way possible, he kept me protected.
Down on the ground, curling up slightly, I felt the first breaths of fear in my body. I looked up past my arms, past my eyebrows, to find the face to the female voice talking to me, telling me that things would be alright.
Danielle. I had met her before, and when she took hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, I felt safe. But soon enough, that was dispelled.
My arms were needed stretched out to my sides, and I had to let go. The space heaters had been shut off earlier, the music had been slain, and the cops were asking for money. And light. I wasn't so sure they were cops
anymore, but realizing I had only $21 on my person, I didn't much care, as long as I got out alive and unharmed.
People had been beaten. I heard it.
I imagined it behind closed eyes, and found fear in the idea that a mass of speeding metal might tear through my flesh.
Sean stayed with me the whole time. His arm resting on my back, my arm resting on his, he helped to keep me quiet, to make this experience as painless as possible. I lie looking at the floor, my chin scraped by the
concrete, my face becoming stained with mud. I felt who I thought was one of my group with me; later I came to the knowledge that this wasn't the case. My hands were needed behind my head, then, and I held my own hands. It was then that I became cold.
"Go back to Suburbia, and don't ever come back to Detroit."
"Yeah, right."
"These rave parties are over."
"No way, pig."
Seemed like females were being led out first. That made me happy, as I knew that Danielle was getting to go. Eventually even I was nudged to get up, and the best way I knew how, I found my way to my feet. Hands behind my
head. The image that greeted me was depressing at best...lights once used for musical augmentation were pointed dead and white to the ground, a ground littered with silent dark bodies. Colorful lights were around in random places; glowsticks without owners. I started to walk my way to a line full of guys like myself, and I placed my hands on the shoulders of the person in front of me.
Sean kept me safe, still. Comforted me. I made my way eventually to man to search me, and I left Sean's safe grasp. He patted me down in standard procedure, and asked me about my pants. Where I got them. I told him, he wished me a nice night, and no sentence uttered from my mouth ended in anything but sir. Confusion ticked inside my head, how the police could be so horrible and then so sweet, and I replaced my arms on my head and walked out.
In the snow, originally coming from a group of five people, I was alone. Dead alone. Cold. I walked out, dazed, mentally shattered from the experience, and eventually discovered the road where we were all parked. I looked back; Sean was gone. But in front of me stood a woman, a woman dressed rather nicely in a furry-lined coat. Her blonde hair stood out wonderfully amidst her black clothes and white snow, and she asked if I was alright. I said I was, and she held me, and told me that everything would be okay.
And I felt safe again.
The rest is simple: I found my friends, their car, and we left. But as we exited the horrible scene, I mentioned, "This is the most horrible and beautiful thing I've ever seen." As though people may trash on candy kids, and other kids will trash on "power ravers", it didn't matter. I don't know how I look to you, or Sean, or Danielle, or that woman outside, but they still all showed me the greatest concern I've felt in a while, particularly from strangers (or near that).
We all came together, we all helped each
other, and I left feeling washed over by peace, love, unity and respect.
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: [name removed
Buzz, 1am. I would say later that this was one of the most horrible and beautiful things I have ever experienced. Crouched in the corner with friends, absorbing their presence, I was swept up from my feet and was started away from the shadows. A blink, a flash, and the curtain was raised. The wall. A few figures rapidly dashed through, and at this point, I was led to the ground. I don't know how, for sure. But I have a few ideas.
Realization eventually swept me over; the police had arrived. Arrived...not as if we were expecting them, as that was certainly not the truth.
People kept dashing through that wall, that cascade of grey-black reflection. "Never run away," I said to myself. And for the first time in my life, I heard the shockwave crack of a firearm. I wasn't even really sure that's what it was, though my idea was reinforced by others. And in my stillness, kneeling low and trying to gather an idea of what was going on, I was pulled closer to the earth. I heard no one until then.
Sean (or Shawn...maybe Shaun) was there, someone I'd never met until now. He told me to lie down, and to keep safe. He asked me my name, he introduced himself to me in the quietest way possible, he kept me protected.
Down on the ground, curling up slightly, I felt the first breaths of fear in my body. I looked up past my arms, past my eyebrows, to find the face to the female voice talking to me, telling me that things would be alright.
Danielle. I had met her before, and when she took hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, I felt safe. But soon enough, that was dispelled.
My arms were needed stretched out to my sides, and I had to let go. The space heaters had been shut off earlier, the music had been slain, and the cops were asking for money. And light. I wasn't so sure they were cops
anymore, but realizing I had only $21 on my person, I didn't much care, as long as I got out alive and unharmed.
People had been beaten. I heard it.
I imagined it behind closed eyes, and found fear in the idea that a mass of speeding metal might tear through my flesh.
Sean stayed with me the whole time. His arm resting on my back, my arm resting on his, he helped to keep me quiet, to make this experience as painless as possible. I lie looking at the floor, my chin scraped by the
concrete, my face becoming stained with mud. I felt who I thought was one of my group with me; later I came to the knowledge that this wasn't the case. My hands were needed behind my head, then, and I held my own hands. It was then that I became cold.
"Go back to Suburbia, and don't ever come back to Detroit."
"Yeah, right."
"These rave parties are over."
"No way, pig."
Seemed like females were being led out first. That made me happy, as I knew that Danielle was getting to go. Eventually even I was nudged to get up, and the best way I knew how, I found my way to my feet. Hands behind my
head. The image that greeted me was depressing at best...lights once used for musical augmentation were pointed dead and white to the ground, a ground littered with silent dark bodies. Colorful lights were around in random places; glowsticks without owners. I started to walk my way to a line full of guys like myself, and I placed my hands on the shoulders of the person in front of me.
Sean kept me safe, still. Comforted me. I made my way eventually to man to search me, and I left Sean's safe grasp. He patted me down in standard procedure, and asked me about my pants. Where I got them. I told him, he wished me a nice night, and no sentence uttered from my mouth ended in anything but sir. Confusion ticked inside my head, how the police could be so horrible and then so sweet, and I replaced my arms on my head and walked out.
In the snow, originally coming from a group of five people, I was alone. Dead alone. Cold. I walked out, dazed, mentally shattered from the experience, and eventually discovered the road where we were all parked. I looked back; Sean was gone. But in front of me stood a woman, a woman dressed rather nicely in a furry-lined coat. Her blonde hair stood out wonderfully amidst her black clothes and white snow, and she asked if I was alright. I said I was, and she held me, and told me that everything would be okay.
And I felt safe again.
The rest is simple: I found my friends, their car, and we left. But as we exited the horrible scene, I mentioned, "This is the most horrible and beautiful thing I've ever seen." As though people may trash on candy kids, and other kids will trash on "power ravers", it didn't matter. I don't know how I look to you, or Sean, or Danielle, or that woman outside, but they still all showed me the greatest concern I've felt in a while, particularly from strangers (or near that).
We all came together, we all helped each
other, and I left feeling washed over by peace, love, unity and respect.
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The_One
Bluelighter
Eve...
That was a beautiful forward. Gave me shivers. It's just too bad that in some instances, this is how we meet some of our good friends or feel strong human compassion.
Party on (safely),
The One
screw it...I'm going down under!
That was a beautiful forward. Gave me shivers. It's just too bad that in some instances, this is how we meet some of our good friends or feel strong human compassion.
Party on (safely),
The One
screw it...I'm going down under!