200621 - Night Shift and Weekend Procedure 101

200621SUN - Night Shift and Weekend Procedure 101

CONTAINS ERRORS

Status: draft 1.2

Al'hamdulilah. To God belongs all praises. Subhan'allah hil'Atheem. Perfection perceived, glory to God, the irresistible.

Today is Sunday, June 21, 2020 Gregorian and day 59 of my custody with the Toronto Police on 3 allegations.

1. Assault with a weapon (2)
2. Assault on police and threatening to use a weapon (4)
3. Possession of a weapon (1)

Yesterday, I drafted notes on what led to my wrongful arrest. The note that follows this is about my experience of being fingerprinted by Toronto police and the possible murder of the inmate Kenny while at their local station of preference.

Parked

The truck that drove me to the police station was without windows, for me. I informed Dolce that it was like being in a stainless steel cuboid. The big difference however, was the steel box had scratch marks on the inside.

I was informed, to my knowledge, that I was brought to something in the 50 series of the Toronto police possible criminal processing station. However, I had no idea where we were. Based on the drive, I knew we only drove within the city, there was no highway experience, and, it truly felt that I was brought to some location south of St. Clair Ave West in Toronto, and truthfully, University Ave. I cannot tell you how familiar the ride felt and the fact that I was somewhere near MaRS Discovery District.

Why? Well, when I was taken to holding cell number 2, trust me, I felt as if we drove down a few blocks and ended up somewhere on University Avenue, something to that effect. It was a short intercity transfer to a horrible second holding facility on Monday, April 27, 2020. There's a fair bit to cover there.

When the truck stopped, a few sounds were distinct, and later were the acoustic anchor points for some of the events that follow, I'llah Ayn Yasha'Allah, unless God wills otherwise from what I intend to document. What did I hear? Beeping sounds of a large truck backing up. What sounded like industrial fans, some general traffic and police officers speaking to each other once in a while.

Small Digression

Status update. I am presently typing this entry from Unit 3 of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health located at Queen St and Ossington Ave, from the commons area interview room with facilities to access the world wide web from an i3 tower computer running Internet Explorer 11 in kiosk mode. This privilege can stop at any time. These logs are being graciously provided and hosted by write.as on their free tier, and I am grateful to God that they exist, and I've known about their work. I am presently under the custody of the Toronto South Detention Centre on a Form IV, against my will. I am awaiting my moment to present myself before a judge in Toronto, or Ontario, to secure bail so that I can continue documenting my notes over the last couple of weeks.

Swearing Before Web Cam

A few minutes later I was led along a corridor of the parked truck into another door and into the police station. This was my first ever visit to a Toronto police station, I had seen the front end before of a Peel Region police outfit. Greyish brown is the colour that jumps to my consciousness. Two doors, one area prior to another door where another 50 year old bald officer with a long beard was manning "the reception". Some had covid-19 masks on as far as I can recall.

Before I was brought to the reception, there was a taped square on the floor before the reception desk where I had to stand inside and testify that I was speaking the truth or something to that effect. The officers, particularly officer Cam and star of David Jewish officer were around me at this time and took that square on the floor pretty seriously. It was an obvious marker of some kind, particularly the cameras. It is here where I protested loudly and even began to recite a few passages of the Quran and demanded my charter rights be upheld and things like that. I was loud. It is exactly at this location, that square on the ground, where I was brought to a couple of times during the day. It is exactly here where I saw later in the process officer Cam shed some tears for me. Turns out that officer Cam and star of David Jewish officer were nice after all. In fact, it was again here where both Jewish officer and I realized a kindred spirit in each other vis-à-vis the scripture, singular. Subhan'allah. Perfection perceived, glory to God.

Alif, A Leaf, A Pine Needle

ا

That's right. Alif is an alphabet, word and is incidentally, syntactically and semantically bound. Unlike English, one cool feature about the sematic language known as Arabic, like other sematic languages, is that the syntax and semantics are bound, not separate. If you have one, you can infer the other. To use "tech-speak", there are noticeable clusters around the key and value for terms in the language. That is one of the reasons the Quran is still in pristine condition despite being on earth for centuries. Glory to God, Al'ala, the highest!

At some point in the morning I was brought to the kennels. Yes, my first job in Canada on January 17, 2001 was at the Airport Animal Hospital west of Kipling Avenue, on Dixon Road. Plus, my dad was a veterinary surgeon and mum was well..., the bulwark that supported the entire thing in addition to being the resident expert animal handler. The set of jail cells I was led to were kennels. They had unit numbers. I was also provided an option. I picked unit 1. I live in unit 1 outside prison at 53 Fraserwood Ave. Number 1 looks like the initiating alphabet and word of surah 2

[2:1a] ا

[2:1l] ل

[2:1m] م

or

[2:1] الم

Holding Cells between 200424FRI and 200621SUN

In sum, I've been in 8 different holding cells since my arrest on Friday, April 24, 2020.

Division 31

Truth is, my lawyer informed me that I was being managed by Toronto Police Division 31. Along the way, I may have been informed of this accurately, however, I was misled so many times that I quite early on referred to the Toronto Police as a cesspool of mendacity.

• 1) 200424FRI Unit 1

• 2) 200427MON Unit 6

Toronto South Detention Centre

• Reception, and nursing station

• 3) ≃ 200501FRI 2M-BC-GA-60B ≃ Unit 12

• 4) 200515FRI MHAU: Mental Health Assessment Unit Department 2 Unit 26

• Reception, and transfer

Centre for Addiction and Mental Health

• 5) 200527WED College Street and Spadina Avenue 5th Floor Acute Care ≃ Unit 528

• 6) ≃ 200602TUE College Street and Spadina Avenue 5th Floor GPUA Unit 505

• 7) 200612FRI Queen Street and Ossington Avenue Unit 3: Ground Floor Unit 123A

• 8) 200619FRI Queen Street and Ossington Avenue Unit 3: Ground Floor Unit 126

In Plain English

On Friday, April 24, 2020 Gregorian, I was held by Toronto police as my eyes saw it inside Unit ا. On Friday, June 19, 2020 I was transferred to holding cell 8 called Unit 126 located at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health located on the ground floor of something called "Unit 3" which is responsible for the "criminally insane" à la Arkham asylum was it the case that Batman comics were not just graffiti on paper and digital media. Meaning, I am presently still in the custody of the Toronto South Detention Centre and they have temporarily set me up at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health, and the vexing journey has thus far brought me to Queen Street and Ossington Avenue to a building called Unit 3 and I'm on the ground floor sleeping every night lately in Unit 126.

I hope that made sense.

I only recently received access to digital infrastructure. The doctor assigned to ensure I comply with the "treatment" of aripiprazole which I have categorically refused has otherwise been pleasant to work with, one Dr. Roland Jones.

Toronto Police Weekend Procedure in Unit ا

Subhan'allah hil'Atheem. Perfection perceived, glory to God, the irresistible. First off, I was made to remove the shoelace off my shoes. Then I was strip searched, complete with parting my butt cheeks so that officer Cam and star of David Jewish officer could quickly look inside and make sure I wasn't hiding anything dangerous. No joke. And jokes aside, by this time officer Cam and star of David Jewish officer and myself were somewhat on the same page. We recognized each other as duty bound and they felt bad for me, and I felt bad for them, nonetheless, I had zero idea that this was just the beginning of the process of innocence adjudication for folks like me in Canada.

Pardon the Digression

Ridiculous primer of Rahi Delvi 2020 edition

• I have voted for all elections, to my knowledge, except the 2019 federal election thanks to Trudeau's #blackFace outfit and cruel treatment of Jody Wilson Raybould on the SNC file

• Father of now 4 year old Claire Vucu_____

  • Yep, I'm studying maternal lines as part of my inquiry into the Quran

• More about me at jots.rahidelvi.ca and well, socialprofit.us/about

  • I'm a pragmatic fan of FOSS culture and technology as well
  • I am innocent of the allegations leveled against me by Toronto police
  • I am innocent of their cruel and inhumane doctrines and practices

My Setup in Unit ا

On me was my pink t-shirt, my dark blue khakis, my pair of woolen socks, my shoes, sans shoelace. I was ceremoniously clean because I still hadn't any need to follow the 5:6 protocol in the Quran. It was almost 55 days later, in mid June 2020 where I could perform the 5:6 protocol with some degree of predictability. Back at Unit 1, I was relieved of my other possessions, my touke, my gray rain coat, my fruit peeler, my garbage picker, my wallet and my Nexus 5 2013 edition running Lineage OS with December 2018 security patches apparently. And, brown shoelace along with some of these items are likely still with Toronto police. To my knowledge the Toronto South Detention Centre did not have them when they checked me into their systems around (≃) Friday, May 1, 2020 Gregorian.

Beside me was a dark blue metal mesh bed with square holes 5 inches tall and wide. There was one patch on the bed where the hole was rectangular. I didn't even want to sit there. I stood and was keen to learn what the next steps were going to be in the process.

There was a sink to drink water, and a toilet in case I needed to go.

Voilà!

The Process

I was informed by one of the corrections officers that there are one of three paths one would go down when dealing with Toronto police, and apparently police in general, completely unknown to me.

1. Good cop routine, the one everyone expects
2. Psychological intervention
3. Physical thrashing and psychological intervention

This co, the acronym pronounced see oh, was reliable and informed me quite candidly that this was indeed the process. I had met this "chess" playing co once at the #MHAU and another time when he was on night duty with me at #camh where we actually got to know each other quite well and formed a brotherly connection by God's grace and mercy.

I experienced full, but brief, 1. good cop routine, and regrettably, because of one question I asked at the temporary holding on Monday, April 27, 2020 I was sent down 2. the psychological intervention path which hasn't ended for me yet. The next steps path however is much more clear.

Pardon the Digression Yet Again

Where I'm at in the process of my innocence adjudication, under the 2. psychological intervention track of the Toronto police is as follows

a. Community Treatment Order

This is a legal thing that allows the state to do what it wants with my body as it relates to "treatment".

I have consistently and repeatedly affirmed my position that I am on a drug holiday. Neither am I interested, nor am I consenting to ingesting any medication, particularly anti-psychotics and related drugs.

The non-psychiatrist named Jeff McMaster under Sandy Simpson of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health came up with the plain diagnosis of schizophrenia before Jeff McMaster and his brother Rob McMaster turned me over from the Toronto South Detention Centre to another incompetent "doctor" called Jason Joannou and his understudy one Tanner Eisinger to the "hospital" for the criminally insane: the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health; or the asylum side of the detention centre.

Together, this team of nitwits and what I would happily call criminal "doctors" of the Jian Ghomeshi rape culture variety now want me to adhere to what's referred to in the "biz" as a Community Treatment Order so that in their claimed virtuous but scarcely practiced countenances I will not be a threat to anyone out there in the community, O Canada, Oh Ontario, under municipality Torontooo Oh..., this Gregorian year 2020, pronounced twendy twentee, blah blah blah.

In plain English. I have to agree to the "treatment" that, almost certainly will not include medical marijuana and, will want me to ingest the next generation of new and improved anti-psyhotics such as aripiprazole. The document is appealable, however my criminal defense lawyer has indicated that it might not be worth fighting because that could add a few more weeks to the innocence adjudication process already in progress. Believe that?

The community treatment order will give Dr. Roland Jones about 6 months of state sanctioned access to my body, of course for "treatment" and community safety, forget other horrors. Pro-choice, pro-life... it don't matter. Why? Because no means no only if one seeks consent.

Let me explain with a simple example, what seems to be escaping the Canadians responsible for crimes of commission and omission against me.

• Q: May I rape you?
• A: No

Step 1 or Q: is called seeking informed consent. Step 2 or the A: indicates the opt-in to not consenting to having your body violated by the state or anyone else for that matter. I drafted a privacy policy in 2019 based on the same principle with notes from Eben Moglen no less for my consulting shop at socialprofit.us/privacy, please check it out and borrow liberally.

To conclude, the Community Treatment Order does not provide me the option of refusing medication, euphemistically labelled "treatment". Indeed, how can one have a right to refuse treatment, when one hasn't even been provided the option of refusing it?

b. Bail Paperwork

My criminal defense lawyer sponsored by Legal Aid Ontario assured me that the bail hearing paperwork can only happen at the Toronto South Detention Centre. Carol, a black woman who I wasn't able to speak with the last time I met her, is the bail program for inmates held by the #TSDC.

Wait a minute. Carol?

I met with Carol the bail worker sometime between Friday, May 1, 2020 and Friday, May 15, 2020 while I was still at the B2C potential criminal processing unit of the TSDC, specifically at the 2M-BC-GA-60B location. My residence was hosted by the criminal sergeant known as McDonnell and his protégé named corrections officer Smith. Smith was in charge of making my life a living hell or at least a living psychological hell. Halal food with pork was a routine affair, and there was a routine poisoning event with highlights such as ecstasy laced fruit loops for breakfast, peas with real paint inside it and so on. Corrections officer "Chess" informed me that B2C where I was being held at least was the staging unit, and believe me, I saw inmates with ink walking around dressed as one of the Thomson and Thompson twins from the Tintin comics. The ground floor was a stage alright.

There's one very important detail that I haven't covered yet. I was informed by officer Dan of Division 31 from Toronto police, not once, but I was made to repeat it at least 4 times, that the day of fingerprinting was Friday..., April..., the 28th of 2020. I was primed to displace the actual day of fingerprinting and my arrest considering neither would I have access to a calendar, nor a digital device, and the only guarantee that I wasn't aware of yet was mendacity. Falsehood guaranteed. Carol the bail worker, Michelle my assigned social worker, and indeed, my criminal defense lawyer were not allowed to ask me nor were they allowed to provide me with the real date and day of the week. God's grace and mercy allowed me, with some familiar sounding voices over the radio chatter to develop a 9 character analogue date tracking sequence of YYMMddDDD. That's how I know the day my actual fingerprinting was done was 200426SUN. Suffice to say my initial bail hearing video call with Carol the bail worker did not go well.

What's happening here? After checking into the reception of the Toronto South Detention Centre, 2M-BC-GA-60B was my next stop and I had the top floor suite ≃ Unit 12. Nurse Peena, who I had met at the reception was kind enough to visit me to see how I was doing, and she said I looked beautiful. Nurse Peena was kind and commenting on my cheek healing from the Friday, April 24, 2020 four knees on cheek, and cheek on basketball pavement of the Glen Park Public School graze to face incident, including tazer from trigger happy Toronto police officer Sarah. At B2C, the unit with a green colour code unlike the red colour coded MHAU, I had a room with a view of the action on the whole floor from the 2M-BC-GA-60B vantage point. Limited field of vision, however it was pretty decent. I learnt a lot, including the gait, patrol cycle of see oh's, etc.

Carol? Yes. Corrections officer Smith made well sure that when it was my turn to receive a phone call for my bail paperwork with Carol, he made absolutely certain that I would not be able to hear a word she was saying. How? Corrections officer Smith, under the guidance of his mentors and colleagues cranked up the volume on the televisions so high you would you think you were inside a beats by Dre music hardware set of some variety. Point being, I spoke with Carol once. She was inaudible to me, due to corrections officer Smith and the evil culture of the B2C unit of the Toronto South Detention Centre. Believe me, I was on high alert at the time and would have liked nothing more than getting on with the process. However, Carol the bail worker, Michelle my social worker, and indeed, my criminal defense lawyer all ought to have known about the torment I was being put through and am still enduring..., indeed, I'm just one drop in an ocean of incarcerated individuals, but that's not the benchmark I'm okay with. In addition to others, Carol also missed "the 911 call" in progress.

Next step? Once the a. Community Treatment Order is ready, I have been assured a smooth process where I can receive my bail hearing paperwork with a person named Carol. The official Toronto police story that my lawyer in fact was informed of was that I declined to go through the paperwork with Carol. Essentially, once there is agreement sorta between the bail program and myself (Rahi Delvi), this step is done.

c. Bail Hearing

1000 Finch Avenue West (the courthouse located at Dufferin Street and Finch Avenue) is the cout house where the bail hearing will take place I'lla Ayn Yasha Allah or if and only if God wills.

As of news I received on Friday, June 19, 2020 this bail hearing with an actual judge will take place via teleconference.

Finally, because the b. bail paperwork must happen at the Toronto South Detention Centre, this teleconference phone call will also be happening there, again, iff God wills or I'lla Ayn Yasha Allah between 1000 Finch Avenue West and 160 Horner Avenue.

d. Possible Bail Release

This may get into July 2020 territory in all likelihood and I should have the Community Treatment Order in effect, again, in all likelihood, then I get released. In preparation for what? The real trial about the 3 allegations by Toronto police on the top of the journal entry. My Ontario Legal Aid lawyer informed me that this real trial is going to happen sometime in the fall or winter of 2020, again, it goes without saying in all likelihood.

Al'hamdulilah. Hallelu-jah! All praises belong to Ar'rahman, the almighty.

Good Cop Routine

Back to how the Toronto police went about questioning me, or how they began to determine whether or not I am possibly innocent on the alleged crimes they've charged me with. To put this in perspective, I need to think of myself back in Unit 1 of whatever location Toronto police for division 31 held me at. I was beside the dark blue metal mesh "bed" and before me were bars. Yikes, I was behind bars, and technically still am.

A series of officers came in and began to interview me one by one. Basic questions from what I could recall. There was one defining feature that I have since begun to know is just the default. Everything, virtually everything is led by mendacity. Everything is led by falsehood. To anchor to something truthful is a cognitively demanding task to say the least, and I have and continue to try and remain alert to. It is the doctrine of the overwhelming majority, indeed, it is codified in the technology systems so a mindless good Samaritan will ensure proper follow through on Auschwitz gas chamber type protocols. Indeed, God as my witness that has been my lived experience these 59 days. I have never met so many evil Caucasian people in one shot ever.

The benign questions of the officers weren't getting either them or me anywhere, and the Toronto police kept sending in new ones. Meanwhile, late afternoon or evening of Friday, April 24, 2020 has approached and guess what..., 2. Psychological intervention is about to be introduced.

By this time, Dolce, Claire's mum had arranged for and paid for a lawyer. The officers kept trying to entice me with that perk, and for various domestic reasons at the time, I didn't want to engage the kindness displayed yet again by the flame of my life Dolce. Instead, officer Cam was kind enough to come to my cell and offer to do a yellow pages lookup of sorts to help me find a lawyer.

Officer Cam came up with a list of 3 lawyers, and one of the lawyers had the Arabic alphabet and word saad (ص) feature in their corporation's name. That seemed familiar to me and I asked officer Cam to dial that number. When I got on the phone with this lawyer, I quickly explained my plight and the legalese began. This lawyer deftly hinted to me that they would not be able to take on my case, however, they would be willing to help me locate a lawyer if I was able to recite 2:255 of the Quran.

I promptly recited 2:255, 2:256 and as much as possible of 2:257. This lawyer spent a fair bit of time with me and God knows best, this lawyer may have made lots of calls to connect me with the criminal defense lawyer I am working with now, who seems quite good at his job of navigating this cesspool of mendacity.

Meanwhile an elderly Caucasian woman officer walked in front of my cell and in came a black individual. He was dropped off in Unit 3 as far as I could gauge. This black individual was overweight, and his girth would probably need a pant from Walmart with size 65 or more waist size. The elderly female Caucasian officer called this black individual Kenny. The name Kenny is memorable for me because my former colleague from Grantbook had the same first name in English, not his Cantonese or Mandarin name. Kenny the prisoner had a pounding headache. He cried, he complained, and even got to speak with his wife or girlfriend. He knew he was in trouble, to my limited field of vision, and knowledge, and indeed, as 12:76 reminds us, over any one with knowledge, is the one with all knowledge, Al-alim, the knowledgeable!

One of the last officers I met on the good cop routine was bald and beautiful. A trim well dressed and well spoken individual who had been on the force a long time for sure. He was suave looking, spoke like the professionals I have dealt with in the past, and his mendacity rate was drastically limited, yet, he too kept throwing me off with his questionnaire. This officer had a 1 inch sized ring on one of his fingers, and during the conversation I was able to confirm that he was not a father, like I am. I even apologized to him after learning he was not yet a father. However, it was officer bald and beautiful that indicated to me, in no uncertain terms that, "this is your last chance", and that, "the night shift is beginning". Little did I know that this meant 2. Psychological Intervention go!

Weekend Procedure

My apologies for the poor visual description that follows. During the day on Friday, April 24, 2020 Gregorian when I was in Unit 1 I was interviewed by several officers, however, I also got to see many officers pacing back and forth. The location of the kennels or prison cells were to the left of the room I got strip searched. Later, when I got finger printed on Sunday night, April 26, 2020, that happened in the same room with the square on the floor, the reception area where I testified before a web cam. That room was located outside my prison cell, into the strip search room area (on the right) and towards the left was a door that took me to what I'm referring to as the web cam testifying and square on the floor reception room.

Note now that Kenny the black overweight prisoner with the pounding headache is beside me, in all likelihood, in Unit 3 of wherever Division 31 is holding us, however, only God knows if Kenny was being processed by Division 31.

Night shift begins. And well... it is yet to stop.

For those of you who don't know, like me a few weeks ago, you may be ignorant of what's happening in Toronto, Canada with the individuals who John Tory and others entrust to serve and protect using Canada's charter of rights and liberties as a baseline guiding principles document afforded to all who set foot in the country called Kanata or Canada: The night shift is where falsehood and cruelty is the norm, without recourse from those who claim the uphold the law. Thankfully, the Quran is my guiding scripture, and Ellah, another name for Allah or Al-illah or the-God in absolute form is my sustainer and the one who ultimately doles justice.

The weekend treatment for the uninitiated is as follows.

• Psychologically mess with whoever is in your custody to the maximum

No food. No dignity. Almost anything goes. Recall, this isn't 3. Physical thrashing and psychological intervention, so there's a line you can't cross if you're a participating member from Toronto police or one of the participating care officers.

The following are titles to entries I still need to document

1. THE MURDER OF KENNY

   • By division 31 or 51... hm?
   • Black man Kenny was reduced to a human bagpipe, just an additional acoustics aid for the weekend procedure

2. ALPHA AND HINDU ARABIC NUMERAL REVEAL IN MY FINGERPRINTS

   • I've been dragged through the Canadian mental health system since 2003
   • In addition to the ridges on my natural fingerprints, yep, there was uppercase set of characters between A-Z and the numbers 1.8 or 1.9
   • The engraving is on me, so I look forward to making another set or receiving the digital fingerprint file with Toronto police from Division 31

3. SECRET TRIAL AND THE BUGGERING CARE OFFICER'S PRIVACY SHEET

   • I learnt that see oh meant care officer prior to it being canteen officer, or corrections officer
   • Of course there were young men getting buggered on dubious contracts being discussed in the open under camera surveillance
   • I was in Unit 6 and fortunately not physically tortured like other men were

4. TSDC RECEPTION ENERGY AND NURSE PEENA

   • Featuring corrections officer Mascarenas

5. TRINITARIAN DAGGER NECKLACE OF #CAMH'S SANDY SIMPSON

   • Sandy Simpson the senior psychiatrist paid me 3 visits, once at B2C and two times at MHAU
   • Episode 1 featured two distinct accents, one chaplin and the other gentle Scottish from the "mail hatch" known by those in the biz by other names including "mail snatch"

6. CIVIL MISCONDUCTS FOR JUDGE OF JUSTICE: MCDONNELL + SMITH

   • Ecstasy laced fruit loops breakfast cereal
   • And much more...

7. MONARCH HUMAN CHO-CHOO PUPPET SET WITH SMITH GRUNTS

   • Care officer Smith had a state of 10 inmates to do anything he wanted them to behave as
   • Sad and despicable

8. POISON DAYS: ARSENIC, TIRES, PAINT PEAS, HORSE MINCE, MOAR

   • God as my witness, this happened
   • There is no recourse is what my legal aid lawyer has made clear to me
   • Not unless I can afford to pursue the criminals under a civil lawsuit

9. THE KKKk GANG AT TSDC + PARAPHERNALIA

   • The Toronto South Detention Centre is teaming with specialists who can easily lynch someone for the cost of 2¢
   • The Maxwell House Coffee powder delivered everyday in the prison prominently features (c)opyright (K) and two other uppercase K's plus one lowercase k to keep you on your toes
   • The "sugar breakfast" and the delivery guy was awful and revolting under Valintino's shift

10. VALINTINO DIMANCHE AND MCCAIN MASH RIGHT FIST HATCH BITE

    • Care officer Valintino and his night shift colleague are unfit to work on the public payroll of Ontario
    • Cameras ≃ AM-14, AM-15 and AM-16 in the Mental Health Assessment Unit Department 2 near Unit 26 should have plenty of evidence if the recordings are available

11. PRISON: EMERGENCY BELLS + THE NAKED DANCE LIE TO MOTHER

    • Toronto police and their friends at the Toronto South Detention Centre, many of them lack scruples
    • One outbound call made to my mother by officials provided her with a full bold faced lie about my condition while I was in the prison

12. NO SHAVE FOR 51 DAYS AND... 7 BOWEL MOVEMENTS

    • The law apparently allows me to have 2 shaves per week, and I didn't have one for 51 days, I've had two between day 51 and 59 rd 200621SUN listed.to/@rahi
    • 2 bowel movements in 30 days, then I get transferred to the Centre for Addition and Mental Health, and I have 5 bowel movements
    • Each bowel movement is painful, no privacy, crude comments from designated care officers

So many more incidents to report..., and God has a full record.

Indeed

Not only does God know everything. God in the Quran goes on to state that everything is known and counted.

[36:12] It is indeed Us who resurrect the dead,

and We record

what they have done

and left behind.

And everything We have counted

in

a clear guide.

I was disheartened to learn yesterday from my legal aid lawyer that justice for the crimes committed against me is simply not going to be financially viable, although it's technically feasible. However, the day of true reckoning is real and I'm content with that. Why not?

200621SUN - 200622MON

• 1.2 jump link
• 1.1 content fixes
• 1.0 draft rc
• 0.6 titles of other toronto police and ontario co infractions
• 0.5 weekend procedure of toronto police
• 0.4 exit path notes
• 0.3 process and other details
• 0.2 holding cell locations
• 0.1 draft

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