Jerome,
You were right! And I solute you for standing up for your rights!
Many of the others who responded to your post have no idea what they are
in for when the US becomes a Totalitarian State. They tend to follow like
sheep to the slaughter. The Japanese used to have a saying which went "When
a nail stands up, hammer it down." They used it to force their people to toe
the line. Un-****in-believeable, that many people in the US feel that way.
Good luck with your case. I hope you win!
Leopold Lacrimosa
Former US ARMY Sgt


"Jerome Bibuld" wrote in message
...
Dear Relatives, Friends and Associates in the World of Chess:

Heil Dubya!

When I was in the sixth grade, I had a teacher, Mrs. Wilson, who used to
tell
us how wonderful it was to live in the United States. her favorite reason
was
that, while people had to carry identification at all times in other
countries,
we could walk the streets with no identification at all and, as long as we
were
peaceful, we were safe from governmental interference. Oh, well, tempus
fugit.

Infringement of Human Rights and False Arrest in Grand Central Station

On Wednesday morning, 10 September, I went to New York, as I do almost
every
Wednesday, to coach S. S., a dear friend, in chess. This is one of the
small
pleasures of my life, particularly because my friend is 97 years old and
keeps
alive in me the hope that I shall be as vital as she, if and when I reach
my
98th year.

I planned to stop in Mount Vernon, on my way back, to visit another
friend, so
I purchased three tickets at the Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA)
station
in White Plains, where I live: one from White Plains to Grand Central
Terminal;
one from Grand Central Terminal to Mount Vernon; and one from Mount Vernon
to
White Plains. The charges were $4.00 for the first ticket, $3.50 for the
second ticket and $1.00 for the third ticket. (I am 75 years old, so pay
reduced fares, as a "senior citizen".)

As often is the case, I enjoyed myself so much at the home of S. S. that I
left
it much later than originally intended. I called my Mount Vernon friend,
who
found a late visit inconvenient, so we cancelled our appointment and
arranged
another date and time to meet. As the saying goes, "No problem."

When I arrived at Grand Central Station, of course, I went to the ticket
office
to exchange my two tickets (GCT to MV and MV to W, as they were designated
on
the tickets) for a single ride to White Plains - and a fifty cent refund.
There, the clerk asked me for identification.

"Why?" I asked. "Where is it written?"

I don't remember the exact response, but I do remember that my questions
were
not answered. Instead, I was ordered to provide identification, if I
wanted to
exchange my two tickets for one ticket and a fifty cent refund. Those
were the
regulations, I was told, and they didn't have to show me where it was
written.

I refused to provide the ordered identification.

The clerk told me to move on, if I wouldn't show identification. I
refused
to do this, too, so we were at a brief impasse. This didn't last long,
because the clerk left her window to get a supervisor, who, when he
arrived,
supported the clerk's position that identification was required, because
those were the regulations: no identification, no exchange of tickets and
no
refund. (He also ignored the question about "where was it written.")

I refused again, so the supervisor repeated the injunction of the clerk:
move
on. When I stood my ground at the ticket window, he summoned the MTA
police.
I am of average size (five feet nine inches and 185 pounds), so only four
members of the force showed up. They wore badge numbers 2273, 2337, 2461
and
2480.

They tried to "reason with me". Essentially, their points were that it
wasn't worth my trouble to refuse to show identification over a fifty cent
refund; that, were I to be arrested, it would be a terrible inconvenience
for
me and that I would be put in jail, probably overnight, with felons and
other
miscreants. (The former was their word, but I supply the latter.) Why
not be
a good boy (None of them was old enough to be, normally, my child; I
believe
all could have been my grandchildren.), show the identification and go
home to
White Plains. I think they did achieve one goal; they got me away from
the
ticket window.

After a brief discussion, we went our separate ways and I returned to the
ticket window where the quiet scene of five to ten minutes earlier was
repeated. This time, when the MTA police were called, only two showed up.
Apparently, they had met the enemy and decided that it was not imposing
enough
for four officers. This time, there was little discussion. I was
arrested and
brought to the MTA police station. It was an uncomfortable - but not
frightening -- experience. What I disliked most was being handcuffed
behind my
back, with cuffs that were rather too tight (and left an impression on my
skin,
which I noticed when they were removed).

In the police station, I was searched and had everything removed from my
pockets. My money was removed from its wallet and, after being counted,
was
stuffed into my shirt pocket. Everything else was kept by the MTA police.
I
believe the arresting officer intended to keep all my medications, but I
appealed to the sergeant on duty, who allowed me to have my
nitroglycerine. I
was told to remove my shoes, which they kept, and locked up. Despite
having my
identification, the arresting officer asked me several questions, to
identify
me, such as name, address and date of birth. The poor man was most
annoyed.
Here, he was, stuck arresting a 75-year-old eccentric, when, as he told
me, he
was needed for more important duties, like "the war on terrorists". ("You
are taking us away from serious things, like 9-11" and other such words of
opprobrium, which I tuned out, after the first sentence,)

The sergeant who allowed me to keep my nitroglycerine, seemed to want to
get
rid of this nuisance, so he asked me if I would go home quietly - not
return
to the ticket window - if I received a ticket to White Plains and fifty
cents. I told him, "Of course. That's what I wanted from the
beginning." He told me he would see what he could do. About a half hour
or
a little more later, he returned with the ticket to White Plains, the
fifty
cents and a summons to answer a charge of "DISCON" at 314 W 54 St, Summons
Part AR 6, on 15 October 2003. I plan to plead, "Not guilty", of course.
I also plan to sue the MTA for infringement of my human rights and for
false
arrest. (If anyone knows a lawyer who is willing to take these cases on a
pro
bono basis, I would appreciate a contact.)

("Dammittohell!" in my favorite exclamation of Nils's Uncle Chris. The
15th of October is a Wednesday and I shall miss my date with S. S.)

Heute Uhmuhrikkka, Afghanistan und Irak. Morgen die ganze Welt!

Uhmuhrikkka, Uhmuhrikkka uber Alles!

(Was 11 September 2001 Kristaloncht or the date of the Reichstag fire?)

Franternally (or lovingly, as the case may be),

Jerome Bibuld (or the Old Man)
gens una sumus

"King Leopold" wrote in message ...
Jerome,
You were right! And I solute you for standing up for your rights!
Many of the others who responded to your post have no idea what they are
in for when the US becomes a Totalitarian State. They tend to follow like
sheep to the slaughter....Good luck with your case. I hope you win!
Leopold Lacrimosa
Former US ARMY Sgt

"The dilemma inherent in submission to authority is ancient, as old as the
story of Abraham, and the question of whether one should obey when commands
conflict with conscience has been argued by Plato, dramatized in 'Antigone',
and treated to philosophic analysis in almost every historical epoch.
Conservative philosophers argue that the very fabric of society is threatened
by disobedience, while humanists stress the primacy of the individual
conscience."
--Stanley Milgram (1974, "The Perils of Obedience")

"A substantial proportion of people do what they are told to do, irrespective
of the content of the act and without limitations of conscience, so long as
they perceive that the command comes from a legitimate authority."
--Stanley Milgram (1933-1984: Milgram was a famous social pyschologist.)

--Nick

(Mark Houlsby) wrote in message . com...(to Jerome Bibuld):
ospam (Jerome Bibuld) wrote in message
...
(snipped)
Jerome Bibuld (or the Old Man)

Dear Jerry...
Nick's post is typically lucid and balanced. Do read it.
Take care.
Mark

Dear Mr Houlsby,

Thanks for your compliment.

Notwithstanding my differences with him on some issues, I hope that
Jerome Bibuld understands that I do wish the best for him personally
in his court appearance. Good luck to you, Mr. Bibuld.

'Seldom do they prove patient martyrs who are punished unjustly.'
--Thomas Nashe (The Unfortunate Traveller)

--Nick

DEFENDING JERRY BIBULD

By Larry Parr
In an e-mail message a few days back, a reader asked how I could defend
Jerry Bibuld after he supported the worst excesses of the Stalin regime and
attacked "the two Liarries" for years.

The answer is that I am not really defending him so much as I am defending
OURSELVES. Jerry did the right thing in opposing the social control in
question. He did not want to produce his "papers," thereby adding a tiny grain
of sand to the right side of the scales.

But probably the best he can hope for is to have the case dismissed.