🇧🇾#BELARUS_2020 Завтра в Минск прибудут представители Европарламента: председатель делегации Европарламента по связям с Беларусью Роберт Бедрон и депутат Европарламента от Литвы Петрас Аушравичюс.

Они хотят встретиться с политическими заключенными и задержанными на акциях протеста 9-13 августа.

Информация: polsat

🇧🇾#BELARUS_2020 Representatives of the European Parliament will arrive in Minsk tomorrow: the chairman of the European Parliament delegation for relations with Belarus Robert Bedron and the MEP from Lithuania Petras Ausravichius.

They want to meet with political prisoners and detainees at the August 9-13 protests.

Info: polsat

https://t.me/belsat/12210

🇧🇾#BELARUS_2020 | Torture

This is what says girl detained by punishers in Belarus:
- We were detained yesterday, put everyone facing the wall, forced to put our hands behind our backs. Some were thrown to the ground, then taken away...
We were treated worse than dogs! They were like fascists in 1941!

It was even worse in ROVD (police station) and paddy wagon - there specifically were beaten! 10 people beat me, beat me with truncheons, insulted me, threatened me with death. They brought me to my knees and took my pants off...

They said: all of you who are against Lukashenko are stupid cattle, animals, sheep, to you pays the West
They treated us worse than animals! They promised to put me in jail for 10 years, shouted that I was a terrorist...

❗️Оказывается, мы мало что знали о Беларуси - и о режиме Лукашенко.
Побывавшие в белорусских тюрьмах российские журналисты описывают ужасы, которые мало чем отличаются от Северной Кореи - и это происходит в европейской стране!
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"People lay like a living carpet in pools of blood." Terrible reportage: how detainees are beaten at rallies in prisons of Belarus

On the evening of August 10, in Minsk, before a protest against the results of the presidential elections in Belarus, Nikita Telizhenko, a correspondent for the Russian edition of Znak.com, was detained. He came to Belarus on the instructions of editorial office. During the day after the arrest, there was no connection with him. Nikita was released only on the evening of August, 11. About endless beatings, humiliation, pain - in his reportage from the Moscow police department and the prison in Zhodino.

DETENTION
I was detained on August 10 at the moment when the whole Minsk was going to the second protest action against the election results. Fighting vehicles, trucks were already being pulled to this place, there were a lot of military men, riot police and militia in the passages and between houses. I just walked and watched the preparations for the rally. I saw water cannons, wrote about it to the editorial office, and literally a minute later police officers approached me, they were in usual uniform. They let me go

At the bus stop at the Palace of Sports, I saw how everyone who got off the bus was grabbed by riot police and put into a paddy wagon. I took some pictures on my phone. Then I went to the side of the stele "Hero City", where the day before there was a real massacre between protesters and security forces, to see how this place looks after the massacre. But halfway there a minivan drove up to me. Equipped riot police jumped out of it and ran up to me. They were looking for coordinators of the action, they knew that in Telegram the protesters exchanged information about the movement of the security forces, reported ambushes. They decided that I was one of them. I tell them: "I don't even have Telegram on my phone, I'm a journalist, I send SMS to the editorial office." They grabbed my phone, read the messages, and then put me in the car. I repeated to them that I was a journalist, to which I received the answer: "Sit, authorities will come and figure out."

Soon "Gazelle" arrived, which was altered specifically for a paddy wagon. There were three compartments, two of which had a blank door and small window. I was tied up and thrown there. I asked for a phone number to inform the editorial office that I was detained.

— And you are not detained, — one of the riot police told me.

Then they took my passport and saw that I'm a citizen of Russia.

— And what the fuck are you doing here?

This ended the dialogue with Riot police.

I sat and waited for the "Gazelle" to be filled completely with the same "not detaineds" as me. This took half an hour.

Nearby sat pensioner Nikolai Arkadyevich, 62 years old. He was detained when he was going to the store and saw that riot police were grabbing boy. “I stood up for him, tried to fight him off. I told them: he is a child, what are you doing?"
As a result, the boy ran away, and the pensioner was detained and got hit in the liver. He asked to call ambulance, but no one didn't react

16 hours of hell in the Moskovsky district police department

We drove for 20-30 minutes
As soon as stopped, riot policeman in bulletproof vests yelled: "Face the ground !!!"

Several security officials flew into the paddy wagon, and bent our arms behind backs so that it was almost impossible to walk.

They deliberately hit one guy with his head on the doorframe. He screamed in pain. In response, they began to beat him on the head and shout: "Shut up, bitch!"

In the building of police department, we were first taken to a room on the fourth floor.

People there were lying on the floor as living carpet, and we had to walk right on them. “Everyone on the floor, face down,” they yelled at us. But there was nowhere to lie, people were lying everywhere in pools of blood.
We could lie only on stomach, face down. Guy next to me turned his head to the side and immediately got a kick in the face with army boot.

The most severe beatings were going on around: blows, screams, yells were heard from everywhere. Some of the detainees had broken arms, legs, someone's spine, and at the slightest movement they screamed in pain.

New detainees were forced to lie down by second layer.

So 16 hours passed.

At about 2 am, new detainees were brought to the police department. And here fierce brutality began. The police forced the detainees to pray, read "Our Father ...", and those who refused were beaten by all available means. We heard people being beaten up on other floors, above and below. The feeling was that people were practically trampled into concrete.

And at this time the battle went right under the windows of the police department, explosions of noise grenades were heard, windows and even doors trembled.

With each passing hour, with each new batch of detainees brought to the police department, cops raged and became even more violent. They were furious that people were not afraid of them

“You, bitch, against whom did you set the barricades, are you going to fight against me? Do you want war? " - bawled one of the policemen, beating the detainee.

All these beatings took place in front of two women - employees of the police department, who registered the detainees. Before their very eyes, teenagers aged 15-16 were beaten, yet children. And they didn't even react...

The doors opened. "Face the wall," they yelled at us. Security forces started wringing our hands behind our backs and dragging us across the floor through all the police departments. In the paddy wagon, they again began to lay us by stacks, as living carpet. They shouted to us: "Your house is a prison." Those who were lying on the floor were suffocating from the weight of the bodies, and on top there were three more layers of people.

In the morning, when the commanders arrived, we were all transferred to the first floor and put into cells for the detainees. They were designed for two people, and we were packed about 30 people. The process was accompanied by swearing and beatings, they shouted to us: “Denser! Denser! "

During the first hour, the walls and ceiling of the cell were covered with condensation. Someone, tired of standing, fell to the floor, but there was no air at all, and they fainted from the heat. We weren't given water. So we spent three hours

The doors opened. "Face the wall," they yelled at us. Security forces started wringing our hands behind our backs and dragging us across the floor through all the police departments. In the paddy wagon, they again began to lay us by stacks, as living carpet. They shouted to us: "Your house is a prison." Those who were lying on the floor were suffocating from the weight of the bodies, and on top there were three more layers of people.

The road of pain and blood

In the paddy wagon, they continued to beat people: for tattoos, for long hair “You fag, now everyone in prison will fuck you in turn,” they shouted.

People who were lying on the steps asked to be allowed to change their position, but for this they received only blows on the head with a rubber truncheon.

They didn't even know where to take us. because all ITTs and SIZOs were overcrowded

Requests to go to the toilet were ignored. We were just ordered to shit under ourselves. We rode in squelching feces. When our guards got bored, they made us sing songs, mostly the anthem of Belarus, and filmed it all on the phone. When they didn't like performance, they beat us again.

“If you think you’re in pain, it’s not hurting you yet. It will hurt you in prison, and your loved ones will never see you again,” they talked us.

The journey took two and a half hours. It was two hours of pain and blood.

While we were driving, I still managed to get one of our guards to talk (then I learned that they from SRRU).

“We waiting for you to start burning something on the streets,” he told me. - And then we will start shooting at you, we have command. There was a great country - the Soviet Union, and because of such fagots like you, she died. Because no one put you in place on time. If Russia thinks that you have introduced your Tikhanovskaya here, then you should know that you'll not be able to arrange here second Ukraine"

— For fuck you came here, he asked me.

— I'm journalist, I came to write what's happening here...

— Well, what, bitch, wrote? You'll remember this report for a long time.

— Stop torturing us, just take us out and shoot us, — shouted at this time a young guy, whose nerves from beatings and pain lost his nerves.

During this long hellish road, I realized that among the guards there were both outspoken sadists and ideological ones who believe that they really saving their homeland

Prison and the Way Home

All the way we did not know where they were taking us: to a temporary detention facility, a pre-trial detention center, a prison, or simply to the nearest forest, where they would either beat us half to death, or simply will kill.

We stood near the prison for about 2 hours, because seven more paddy wagons arrived with us and there was a line. Then they took us out and ordered us to kneel, then they took us to some basement, there were service dogs...

For a long time they took us along some corridors, then they took us into the prison yard - and for us it was already almost paradise.

We were able to lower our arms for the first time in a day, straighten up, lie down, and, most importantly, no one else beat us. One guy had his spine injured; the other had a knee knocked out, it dangled and stuck out to the side.

They brought us bucket to go to the toilet, and 1.5 liter bottle of water for 25 people

Together with me there were people of different professions - entrepreneurs, IT specialists, locksmiths, engineers, builders...

...A man in military uniform came into the prison yard and shouted my last name
He said that I and another Russian (he turned out to be a RIA Novosti correspondent) would now be released.

They gave me my things, and we went out of the prison gate.
A lot of people were standing there: relatives of the detainees, human rights activists...
We were met by a woman who introduced herself as an employee of the migration service of Belarus, she took us to the migration department, where they took our fingerprints and issued a deportation order.

Then arrived employee of Russian Embassy in Belarus. He said that Russian ambassador personally called the head of Belarusian Foreign Ministry. The diplomat put us in a car and drove us to Smolensk.
On the way, consul bought us a burger, because we had no Russian money, drove us to the hotel and left.

*However, Russian Foreign Ministry is not in the least interested in the journalists of independent Russian editions who have disappeared in Belarusian torture chambers. The whereabouts of the two Open Russia journalists are still unknown.
After their disappearance, Kremlin did not even hesitate to translate arrows on Khodorkovsky ("Open Russia" - his edition)