A story from the cells; anonymous

‘I’d been arrested  as I was walking around a Broadmead Clothing Shop with several pairs of Jeans over my shoulder, as I hunted for the ‘perfect pair’. I was 17 at the time, the shop assistant must have been suspicious as was often the case when black youth were in shops (in the 1980’sat least!). When the attending P.C’s asked what was on my shoulder, I replied,’it’s a parrot’. That was the signal to get me out of the shop and into Bridewell Cop Shop as soon as possible. At the interview  I protested my innocence and was detained down in the cells. When breakfast was given to me in the morning, I used it to make an Art installation on the cell walls.,My sanity was in question ,and as I was uncooperative.  i.e wouldn’t write a statement, In the cell I kept up a loud shouting calling the name of the P.C ,but he wouldn’t come, but several P.C’s did come into me and I resisted them.My Solicitor wanted the Psych Dr (Police) to examine me and release me. And so I was bailed, and eventually the case was …dropped