‘My hands are behind my back,’ I said. ‘I’m not resisting. I’m not resisting.’ At which point one officer said: ‘You’re resisting. Stop resisting.’
That was when I was most afraid — more afraid than of the tear gas and rubber bullets.
As they took me into custody, the officers slammed me into a soda machine, at one point setting off the Coke dispenser. They put plastic cuffs on me, then they led me out the door.
I could see Ryan still talking to an officer. I said: ‘Ryan, tweet that they’re arresting me, tweet that they’re arresting me.’
He didn’t have an opportunity, because he was arrested as well.
The officers led us outside to a police van. Inside, there was a large man sitting on the floor between the two benches. He began screaming: ‘I can’t breathe! Call a paramedic! Call a paramedic!’
Ryan and I asked the officers if they intended to help the man. They said he was fine. The screaming went on for the 10 to 15 minutes we stood outside the van.
‘I’m going to die!’ he screamed. ‘I’m going to die! I can’t breathe! I’m going to die!’
During this time, we asked the officers for badge numbers. We asked to speak to a supervising officer. We asked why we were being detained. We were told: trespassing in a McDonald’s.
‘I hope you’re happy with yourself,’ one officer told me. And I responded: ‘This story’s going to get out there. It’s going to be on the front page of The Washington Post tomorrow.’
And he said, ‘Yeah, well, you’re going to be in my jail cell tonight.’"
(Via.) The Washington Post