Kevin Annett Jailed, Barred from Re-Entering England

On the verge of his addressing a major public rally in London against child trafficking by church and state, Rev. Kevin Annett was arrested and detained in an immigration prison at Stansted airport last night for over 12 hours, and then deported from England without due cause.

Border officials detained Kevin at 8 pm Sunday night upon his return from speaking in the Netherlands , and deported him the next morning, after fingerprinting, photographing and jailing him in a crowded immigration prison cell.

“The only reason they gave for denying me re-entry into England was that my giving public lectures was not an appropriate activity for visitors to that country, if you can believe that” Kevin Annett said today in a press statement.

“But I’ve repeatedly mentioned my lecturing work to customs people whenever I enter England , and it’s never been an issue before now. And the cop who detained me admitted that the decision to deny me entry came after he consulted his supervisor and the computer files about me.” 

Kevin was detained by British customs police and members of the private security firm Reliance, which operates the airport detention facilities and growing numbers of prisons in England .

While detained, Kevin was denied the right to communicate with others, and the arresting officers refused to give him their names or badge numbers. This morning, Kevin was sent back to his departure point in Eindhoven , Netherlands .

“This was obviously aimed at our ITCCS tribunal, to prevent its convening this September in London . But nothing will halt our campaign for the murdered and tortured children. This only shows how scared these villains are of exposure.”

A complete description of the incident, and Kevin’s public statement, will follow shortly.

Issued by the Executive, The International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State (ITCCS)

Update Tuesday, May 31, 2011

No bomb that ever bursts shatters the crystal spirit: With Farid and others in a British prison

By Kevin Annett

I wear as a badge of honor my deportation from a country of liars and cut throats. 

– Big Bill Haywood, IWW leader and revolutionary, 1920 

The filthy fiction calling itself the Crown of England finally vomited me from its midst this week, only five days before I was to speak of its crimes at the annual Against Child Abuse Rally in London’s Trafalgar Square.

I am proud to have shared a British prison with many freedom fighters over time, including my own ancestor Peter Annett; but also alongside nameless men and women who are caught today in the claws of the police state called Britain.

Here is what happened:

The room is small, unventilated, and foul-smelling, and crammed with ten of us. I am the only white person there.

A Malaysian mother with her four year old daughter sits in one corner, sobbing uncontrollably. Incarcerated for half a day, she’s one of the luckier ones: a young Turkish man called Farid has languished in here for nearly three days, isolated from his four children. Farid has lived in England for eleven years, doing sweat jobs and loyally paying his taxes, but tomorrow he’ll be deported over a technicality in his work visa.

There is no appeal allowed. His children will not accompany him.

This is the Immigration Prison in Stansted airport, outside London. The date is the early hours of May 30, 2011.

The net fell on me suddenly the night before, as I made my way through the border control desk after disembarking from the Netherlands.

A banal little twit in a uniform scanned my passport through his computer, and quickly looked shocked as he peered through thick lenses at the screen. He scuttled off to speak to his supervisor, who I watched through the glass window of his office as he looked at his own computer, nodded his head and said something to the twit.

Triumphantly – I guess he got extra points for bagging a suspected enemy of the state – Twit boy returned and informed me with a whine of condescension that my giving public lectures was “unusual” for a tourist, that I was “suspect”, and would therefore be barred from entering England.

“What exactly am I suspected of doing?” I asked the guy.

“But first you are to come this way” he motioned, ignoring my question like I hadn’t said anything, and we walked to a tiny holding cell. The Twit left me alone in there for a half hour, I guess to make me sweat, but when he returned I was calmly whistling an Irish melody that seemed to annoy him to no end.

“I bet you find your job difficult” I ventured to the Twit as he fiddled with his papers. Attempting a smile, he answered,

“No, actually one meets very fascinating people in this line of work” he replied.
“People like you, then?” I said, but I don’t think he got my joke.

The Twit refused to give me his name when I asked, nor could I know the name of his supervisor. He also wasn’t wearing a badge number, although later he made a gaff when he donned another coat and I saw his number: 6676.

“You’ll be in here tonight, until we can send you back from whence you came” Twit informed me, gesturing to a white door. He knocked, and a stern young guy answered who wore a vest labeled Reliance: the private company that profits off incarcerating people all over England.

Despair gazed back at me from the sad eyes of my fellow prisoners who lay or sat around the room. A TV was blaring mindless crap at them so I walked over and shut it off. The young Turkish guy, Farid, looked surprised.

After my obligatory finger printing and photographing – I asked the Reliance guy if I could have a copy of the picture, since I looked pretty good, but he said no – I was locked into the sparse room with everyone, and told not to speak to any of them since that was against the rules. I just smiled.

Most of the detainees didn’t want to talk. It was nearly midnight by then, and like anyone, they had adapted to their incarceration and were mired in themselves. But Farid was too filled with grief about being robbed of his children to settle into apathy.

“I will never see them again. They will be put with other families and then anything can happen to them. My youngest son is only a baby.”

I remembered reading the day before how 586 children placed in the foster care system in England had somehow disappeared over the past year. Local child welfare officials had given no explanation concerning their fate.

Farid taught me some Turkish words that night, starting with “I love you” – it sounded like “selly sev yurum”. He laughed for the first time when he commented how the phrase might come in handy if I ever came to his country, but not if I said it to a man.

“That’s not what I hear” I replied, and he laughed even harder.

We held back the demons together during those slow and weary hours, as the others tried to sleep, and didn’t, and the Malaysian woman sang to her daughter while the Reliance thugs stared at us through a thick pane of glass.

It ended for me at 6 am, when I was taken to a plane that would fly me back to Eindhoven. I said goodbye to Farid and wished him luck.

He took my hand and said “Allah”, pressing his other hand against his chest, and then pointing to my heart.

I recalled then the last words in George Orwell’s book Homage to Catalonia, in which he describes briefly meeting an Italian militia man who like Orwell was fighting Franco and his fascists during the Spanish civil war. They couldn’t speak one another’s language, but they shook hands and departed in different directions for the front lines, and Orwell never saw the Italian man again.

In memory to this unknown stranger who had briefly taken his hand in comradeship, and who had probably died, Orwell wrote a poem to him that concluded,

But the look I saw in your eyes, no power can disinherit.

No bomb that ever burst shatters the crystal spirit.

The night after my deportation, I stood in a crowd of singing and laughing revelers in a Dublin pub, tasting my freedom like a soothing ale, and thinking of where Farid might be. I never felt unfree in jail; nor did anything there or in his own agony stop Farid from laughing.

As someone commented to me today, the more they repress us, the sharper and stronger we get. I feel inwardly clarified after the ordeal, and from the sounds of things, what happened to me is simply boomeranging back on the British government and its obvious and quite clumsy attempts to stop our Tribunal this fall.

So be of good cheer, and let that hope propel your body and your life to continue to accompany your words. But never forget Farid, and his children … and that which is trying to jail all of us.

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See the evidence of Genocide in Canada at http://www.hiddennolonger.com and on the website of The International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State at http://www.itccs.org/

Watch Kevin’s award-winning documentary film UNREPENTANT on his website http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/

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Posted on June 2, 2011, in Europe and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. While I don’t mean to make light of the importance of the story but you have used my copyright protected photo to illustrate your article.

    The image was initially posted by me on Flickr here:

    http://flic.kr/p/4kNs7W

    I may have permitted its use in this instance but, as you are a poacher, please consider this comment a cease and desist notice and remove the photograph, please.

    Thank you.

  2. No problem Jay. The picture has been removed,

    I had not realized the picture was copyrighted, having found it through a Google images search. Being the nature of the internet the website where I found it gave no credit. I know how it feels, as I have found my own writings and art work scattered through the internet many, many times without the re-posters seeking permission.

    If you come back to check again though, you might wish to note that your picture seems to be one of, if not the most common pictures of Mr. Annett on the internet. A quick Google search by me just now showed that quite clearly.

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