How The Brussels Police Cared About The Assault Done On Jonatas Baptista
The Hollaback! Brussels
team was alerted through facebook about an act of horrendous homophobic
violence and injustice. Jonatas Baptista bravely related the story of
what happened to him and his boyfriend. We contacted him and asked if we
could share his story on our site as well, these are his words:
You think two boys can freely hold hands in the centre of Brussels, the capital of the second country in the world that made same-sex marriage legal? You are WRONG.
It is in the main square of Brussels that you get insulted for holding each others’ hands by two straight men walking freely, holding their girlfriends’ hands, and get beaten by them until your face is bleeding. It is not even midnight yet, plenty of people are walking around.
And as soon as I realized, one of them was pulling my shoulder and got ready to punch me. He punched me twice as their girlfriends laughed really loud at us, and my glasses broke into pieces, my boyfriend got punched once and ran to get the police who were standing about 20 meters from us.
You think two boys can freely hold hands in the centre of Brussels, the capital of the second country in the world that made same-sex marriage legal? You are WRONG.
It is in the main square of Brussels that you get insulted for holding each others’ hands by two straight men walking freely, holding their girlfriends’ hands, and get beaten by them until your face is bleeding. It is not even midnight yet, plenty of people are walking around.
It happened at the Grand Place in
Brussels around 11.40. I was having a drink with other two friends and
we left the place to pick something that I had forgotten in another
place. A group of 2 guys with their 2 girlfriends saw us holding hands
right in front of the Christmas tree and yelled “fucking faggots” at us
and as we walked I said to my boyfriend “what is the problem?”
And as soon as I realized, one of them was pulling my shoulder and got ready to punch me. He punched me twice as their girlfriends laughed really loud at us, and my glasses broke into pieces, my boyfriend got punched once and ran to get the police who were standing about 20 meters from us.
The guys who aggressed us ran, I was
still looking for my glasses when the police came. We tried to explain
what happened and that they should get the guys and the police literally
replied with these words: “if you don’t shut up I’ll be the next to
punch your face”.
After we explained the situation the police said “sorry, we have more stuff to do”.
So we politely asked for their names,
since it is our right and we were outraged and the whole situation and
specially by the way the cops managed it. They refused to give their
names.
They do not offer any help, even if they
see the blood dripping from your face onto your clothes, the broken
glasses… Instead of offering to take you to the hospital, or try and
look for the aggressors that ran away barely a minute ago, they just
tell you that you should hold your nerves and go get a certificate from
the hospital by yourself, because that is “the procedure”. You are made
to feel as if you were a criminal yourself, not a victim of a hideous
crime.
My boyfriend and I went to the nearest
police station, we related the incident, explained what the cops did,
they said there are 1200 police men in Brussels at that time and there’s
nothing they could do. We filled in a paper and went home.
Author / Source: Jonatas Baptista at Hollaback! Brussels
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