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I Sentence You To Be Taken From Here and DNA Tested Till You’re Dead. Or Until We Get Our Sample. Whichever’s The Soonest.

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America may have a Democrat president charming the rest of the world but at home Cheney’s heirs are still in charge. And they’re still gaily torturing away willy-nilly, with judicial approval.

After police lost or contaminated an already willingly given DNA sample, Niagara County Court Judge Sara Sheldon Sperrazza issued an order requiring the suspect to provide another. Not so unusual, you might think except the order was issued ex-parte – which meant defence counsel had no chance to object.

Odd. Why ex-parte? Why would the defence object to a DNA test? It’s a quick and painless operation. Well actually no, it’s not. Not the way Niagara County does it. William N Grigg describes what happned to Ryan S. Smith of Niagara Falls, New York, a 21-year-old charged with burglary:

Smith was brought in handcuffs to the police station and informed that the investigators had been authorized to use physical force. Although nobody intended to harm him, Smith was told, the sample was going to be surrendered; it was just a question of how much he wanted to endure before it was. Smith still refused to comply.

Confronted with an intransigent suspect who refused to provide critical evidence, the investigators reluctantly strapped the handcuffed Smith to a downward sloping table, covered his face with a towel, and waterboarded him. He broke within seconds, and meekly permitted the DNA sample to be taken.

On the basis of the DNA evidence, Smith was hit with a 24-count criminal indictment. He was also charged with “criminal contempt of court” for forcing his interrogators to torture him.

When Smith’s defense counsel filed a motion to suppress the evidence based on Fourth and Fifth Amendment protections, the same Judge who issued the ex parte orders produced a ruling validating the use of waterboarding as means of forcing compliance, as long as it’s not done “maliciously” or to “excess.”

This account is true and accurate in every detail, save one – the specific torture protocol that was used to compel Smith to surrender a sample of his DNA.

He wasn’t subjected to water torture; instead, he was given a brief taste of electroshock torture by way of a Taser that was used to inflict a “drive stun.” This involves placing the prongs of the device directly on the body of the victim for a brief, painful, paralyzing charge.

Oh, so that’s why it was ex-parte. I think should think the defence would have been sure to object if they’d known their client was to be tortured into compliance with a taser.

It may have been only a tasering (!) and not an actual waterboarding but that’s hardly the point. It was no abberation; those were no bad apples or rogue cops acting on their own warped initiative. The official torturers were acting on the direct orders of both a DA and a judge.

As Detective Lt. William Thomson would later testify, Assistant Niagara County D.A. Doreen M. Hoffmann, who is presiding over the prosecution of Ryan Smith, instructed the police that “we could use the minimum force that was necessary” to force the suspect to submit to a DNA test.

Now, think carefully about that formulation: In principle, it authorizes the use of any amount of force needed to extract the sample, since the critical term is “necessary.” As long as the police were reasonably careful in calibrating the duress the applied, they could continue escalating the level of force until it broke the suspect; wherever they end up would obviously be the “minimum” necessary to accomplish their objectives.

Exactly. It doesn’t matter what method of torture the official torturers use; it’s almost irrelevant, though there’s something particularly distasteful and reminiscent of Pinochet’s Chile about Tasers. Torture is torture is torture. You’re using pain to make someone do something. Once that’s been judicially ordered the dam is breached and torture is official policy. In no time at all physical coercion becomes the norm – never the last option, but always the first. It’s practical everyday fascism; it may be red in tooth and claw but it’s always covered by the paperwork.

This week we’ve seen waterboarding reportedly used in London against drug suspects by the Met. Bad apples, say the police. That time it wasn’t, thankfully, court-ordered and was entirely unofficial – but given that British police methods slavishly follow the US as night follows day, it can’t be long before it is.

Moon, June, There Is No Spoon

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June again, wedding season. I do love a good wedding, though it’s deeply unfashionable in a professed socialist.

But I don’t care; I love the whole hoohah, the sentimental tears at the first careless rapture of young love (or the umpteenth of mature love) the boggling at the hideous bridesmaid’s dresses and the style of the invitations and the colours of the ribbons on the cars. I like to see a wedding done well, but because they mostly aren’t weddings are a glorious opportunity to bitch to my heart’s content, behind a discreetly held service sheet. Ooh – have you seen her shoes? Vile. Not sure I would’ve chosen lilies for a wedding… oh my, her sister’s butt ugly.

But I’d never, ever do it in public and most certainly not in print or pixels. Despite the blog’s hunger for content I hardly ever write personal stuff on the blog. Why? I know what a cow I can be. No-one’d ever speak to me again if I did.

I don’t do over our friends or family for blog hits or – unlike Guardian lifestyle hack Tanya Gold – for money:

Three weeks I ago I received a wedding list from a friend. Let me be more accurate. She used to be a friend, but as her wedding looms she has been replaced by a shape-shifting, John Lewis-icking monster. She wants ice-crushers and cookbook holders and spoons. Give them to me, she squawks through her John Lewis proxy, because I am in love – and that means I get consumer durables for free! I demand a new kitchen – and you will pay for it!

Wedding lists were designed to help a young married couple build a home, in the days when everyone got married aged 12 and a half, and were totally spoonless. But today, you are not buying your friends a new life. They are 30 years old and rotting. wrinkles and Botox and they sag, like dying balloons. You are buying them an upgrade.

They don’t want a deep expression of your friendship, which you have chosen. The message is – your input is not required. Kill your imagination. Destroy your sensitivity. Give us the spoons. Or you will not be invited to the wedding and you will not get to eat lukewarm mini-pots of risotto

I bet getting the cheque for that felt good.

Awful to read that about yourself in the daily paper and worse still, written by someone you thought liked you. “They have wrinkles and Botox and they sag, like dying balloons”. Ow, nasty. Just sheer unwarranted bitchery. The key phrase seems to be “….- your input is not required”. Bitter at not being the centre of attention much, Tanya?

The former friend and future bride didn’t take it lying down and had the editors put this at the top of the comments:

joholland

10 Jun 09, 1:08pm

As the bride referred to in the piece I should point out that Tanya was invited to my wedding but no wedding list was included in her invitation because I know how much she hates them.

I do have a wedding list at John Lewis which I can appreciate is bourgeois but we decided that it would be practical, though by no means compulsory. The irony in all this is that I really, really don’t care about gifts and have never even brought the subject up with Tanya (my dress, I concede is another matter). It might sound trite but all I want is a happy unforgettable day surrounded by people I love. My wedding is less than a month away and frankly, Tanya I don’t want any spoons but I’m not sure that I want you at my wedding either.

And that’s the end of that friendship, which is why I don’t do personal stuff for public consumption.

I can remember my own and my sister’s and friend’s weddings and the enmities and angsts thereof, when all the sibling rivalry and buried family resentment came bubbling to the surface and rows abounded. It was horrible. My younger self would certainly have blogged about it had a blog been available – it would’ve helped vent the tension. Hah! That’s told her.

Getting paid for it by a national newspaper I would’ve seen as pure bonus. I’d’ve gone out and bought shoes with the money. Like Gold I would’ve thought nothing of the permanence of my words or considered they might follow me around for ever, souring potential future friendships.

My older self knows better. I’ve been asked occasionally why it is I rarely blog about anything personal, or keep a LiveJournal or Facebook page. I could and do waffle on about privacy, which is political. But the primary reason I won’t ever write about anyone I know is encapsulated in that bitter, sub-Bridget Jones-ish post. For Gold that’s a friend lost forever and a reputation as a journalist, such it was, sullied for the sake of a bit of paid bitchery about weddings and the chance to let off a little steam. Was it worth it?

Do ‘Rogue’ Cops Carry Smaller Equipment? A Totally Unscientific Analysis

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The inevitable report that Metropolitan police Drug Squad officers allegedly waterboarded a suspect by repeatedly flushing his head down the loo has got me wondering. Has anyone measured British coppers’ family jewels or done a survey of how many own ’24’ box sets?

I ask these odd questions because this American style of paramilitary, gung-ho, taser-wielding, meathead policing, given full rein by New Labour and ACPO, is now the norm in the UK. If this style of policing isn’t official policy, as senior officers aver, where is it coming from?

It’s coming from somewhere and it’s getting worse, as fraud lawyer Robert Hunter writes in The Times’ Law Central blog. Post-arrest policing is undergoing a similar Law & Order-style metamorphosis and police are going outside traditional PACE-based British interview techniques, ignoring procedure and using US style, ‘3rd degree’ interrogation to intimidate suspects into confessing:

Interview techniques are now a lot better and fairer than they used to be, with much more emphasis on respecting the interviewee and finding out what he has to say before challenging him.

Yet, despite the improvement, some studies suggest that on rare occasions police officers in the UK have resorted to what is known as “American-style” tactics to obtain a confession.

In the US, interrogating a suspect — as opposed to interviewing them — is more acceptable.

The difference between an interrogation and an interview is all-important. Interrogation is not designed to find the truth. Rather, as one FBI law enforcement bulletin put it, an interrogation is “less of a conversation than a monologue by investigators in which they provide suspects with acceptable reasons to confess”.

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the most influential is called the “Reid nine-steps”.

Under this method, the interrogator appears in no doubt about the suspect’s guilt and avoids any discussion of the evidence. Rather, he presents himself as a friendly figure, trying to do the suspect a favour by allowing him the opportunity to give his side of the story. In fact, the suspect will find it hard to get a word in edgeways.

The suspect will not be allowed to deny the crime more than once, as repeated denials are believed to be harmful to the prospect of obtaining a confession. The interrogator will cut him off: “Joe, don’t interrupt me. Hear me out.”

The key is to make the crime seem more “moral” than it would otherwise appear. In a claim for false expenses, for example, the interrogator may suggest that everyone else was doing it: “Joe, it’s not as if you were doing something your colleagues weren’t doing too.”

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Nice allusion to corrupt MPs there.

If only we were seeing prosecutions of false expense claims. Even an investigation would do. But it’ll never happen, will it? Unlike, the young woman who was electronically tagged, given a 2 month curfew and made to pay massive court costs for the hideous crime of leaving her 15 week kitten alone for two days, MPs will never be interviewed or even interrogated, let alone prosecuted. As much as quite a few MPs would benefit from heaving their head flushed repeatedly down the toilet, the Metropolitan police, you’ll have been unsurprised to learn, announced earlier this week they’ve no intent to prosecute a single one, no matter how blatant their dishonesty.

It’s easy to explain this apparent imbalance; kittens are cute, therefore meanness to kittens is a heinous crime. Democracy isn’t fwuffy and you can’t rub its adorable ikkle belly, so stealing from the public purse isn’t a crime at all, let alone a heinous one.

But I digress. Back to the purported inadequacy in the trouser department or otherwise of the authoritarian plod. Somewhere on the internets somewhere in the mists of time is an anecdote that the smallest personal equipment in the world can be found in the the police showers. It’s not the only version of the urban myth; occasionally the story is from an emergency room nurse who sees police officers personal bits and can testify as to their miniscularity. The story’s details vary, the point being that authoritarian behaviour is motivated by a deep sense of inadequacy and a feeling of powerlessness brought on by having tiny genitals, although that theory stumbles more than a bit when it comes to authoritarian women cops.

Whether there’s any actual data to back up the small johnson theory, who knows. But it has that mysterious feeling of rightness about it. But to that I’d add two more tropes; first ‘men are all just boys really’ and secondly ‘some cops think they’re in a movie’ and for the latter I advance as evidence Hot Fuzz

Many little boys spend years running round a playground making ricochet noises, replicating shootouts and car chases. That kind of play’s what little boys are encouraged to do. Some never stop, but some grow up and get to do it for real, with state approval.

You only have to look at police toys; they do love their toys. There are acres of website full of nifty paramilitary police kit and gadgets for PCs to spend their pocket-money on. British PCs look like GI Joes in navy blue, carrying what looks like as much equipment on their belts as an infantryman in Iraq, with only the flak jacket, helmet and rifle are lacking to complete the resemblance. But I wouldn’t be at all surprised if those aren’t already on order from some supplier with a mate in ACPO or the Home Office.

It’s the playground all over again, only bigger, better and with the chance to act out all your revenge fantasies on people you dislike, like those you think are better endowed in some way or who have better toys than you. You get to imitate for real every day what you’ve seen on screen and since what you see is brutal paramilitary American policing, as interpreted and amplified by a Hollywood desperate to jack up ratings, then that’s what you imitate. Given this scenario waterboarding had to happen eventually.

This tv-powered approach to policing may be officially frowned upon by the higher echelons, but for all senior officers’ denials it’s tacitly encouraged when it’s useful to cow the populace. Jean Charles Menesez’ vicious, execution-style, extrajudicial murder, violent arrests of terror detainees, everyday, casual brutalisation of suspects and the gleefully harsh treatment of recent political protests are practical demonstrations that far from being rogues or bad apples bad cops are depressingly common enough to think it’s meant.

All this might lead a casual observer like me to think that some police officers – not all, I hasten to add before I feel a hand on my shoulder, though I’d posit there’s a fair few – are Peter Pan Plods, childish inadequates who joined the police to get power over others, protofascists who get their notions of law, justice and policing from Hollywood and Rupert Murdoch. Do they also have tiny todgers? It’s all entirely unscientific and based on no data at all, but I’m convinced.

Cuteness Knows No Borders

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From Changchun, NE China via Ananova:

Mr Li, of Changchun in north east China, was annoyed by the mouse which had sneaked into his house through a broken window.

“It was very foxy. I tried many ways to catch it, but it always escaped and then gained revenge on me by gnawing at the family utilities,” he told Huashang Daily.

Li came up with the idea of borrowing his neighbour’s cat, Da Huang, after paying them a visit.

To make the cat more enthusiastic for the task, Li asked his neighbour to starve the cat overnight before he borrowed it.

The next morning, Da Huang caught the rodent but let it go after smelling it – and to Li’s surprise the mouse then started attacking the cat.

“Da Huang neglected his duty. He just pats the mouse off and after a while they just started playing together. Now they are friends and the cat even cuddles up with the mouse to sleep,” he said.

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Losing Nanotubes On The Tube

Everlasting data storage is the holy grail of government and the police, so I expect Lawrence Livermore will shortly be receiving an advance order from authoritarian in chief Jack Straw. From Computerworld via Digg:

Researchers have demonstrated a form of archive memory using carbon nanotubes that can theoretically store a trillion bits of data per square inch for a billion years.

The technology could easily be incorporated into today’s silicon processing systems and it could be available in the next two years, a lead researcher said.

The scientists at the U.S. Department of Energy’s Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory and the University of California said the new technology can potentially pack thousands of times more data into one square inch of space than today’s chips

That’s pretty damned clever, but think of just one of the many implications: not least, what do you actually do with that unlimited stored data? We know what public employees are like with discs and memory sticks and the like and any nanotube storage device would likely be portable – and ideal for a civil servant to drop on a train or lose in the post or even accidentally flush down the loo, perhaps:

The government today offered a £20,000 reward for the safe return of two missing CDs containing personal details of half the British population.

The Metropolitan police, which has been heading the search for the data, has asked thousands of government workers to check their desks and homes “in case the package or discs have turned up”.

Last month, the government admitted that details of all child benefit claimants, including dates of birth and home addresses, had been lost in the post when sent from a HM Revenue and Customs (HMRC) office in the north-east to the National Audit Office. The information on the discs was not encrypted.

In a statement, the Met said its primary search had been concluded without recovering the discs, which hold the details of more than 25 million people..

Perfect for the DNA Database, then.