The organization for which I was spokesperson filed a lawsuit for $1 million on constitutional grounds after the city erected an ugly wrought-iron fence for the explicit purpose of preventing poor people from gathering in a public place, because middle class soccer moms were frightened by the sight of people with tattoos. The story was covered by international media, and we were much-ridiculed by the mainstream press.
The day after we filed the lawsuit, I went down with a pair of boltcutters to remove the lock from the gate, with the intention of replacing the lock with one of our own, then giving a copy of the key to the city, the police, and throwing copies of the key out into the general street population so that everyone had access to this public space. Unfortunately we had been infiltrated by the police, and a snitch told them our plans. They were waiting with a surveillance team when I arrived, and I was arrested. I was charged with mischief under $5000 and possession of break and enter tools — crimes for which the maximum penalty is 12 years in prison.
Because I am not beloved by our boys in blue, they tried to give me bail conditions which would effectively have barred me from the city. I told them where they could cram their bail and went to prison instead. My lawyer warned me I could spend the next year and a half in prison, waiting for trial, and I told him I can organize anywhere.
So our very, very bright law enforcers punished me by putting me in a room with 40 angry, bored, cop-hating criminals with nothing but endless vistas of time ahead of them. Five days later, after having successfully organized the inmates to demand better conditions under threat of riot and getting a front-page story on the horrible conditions in the detention centre, I was dragged back into court, where the Crown announced they didn’t want me in jail, and were releasing me without conditions. The judge glared at me and said he was well aware that I was using this to get media attention, and promptly threw me out of prison.
Our plan was to use my criminal changes to help our civil suit. My legal strategy was to take the stand and admit what I had done, then prove that I not only had a perfect constitutional right to do so, but in fact had a legal and moral burden to do so. When they realized what we were doing, the Crown offered to drop my charges if I’d write a letter of apology. I laughed at them and told that not only wouldn’t I apologize, but I was proud of what I had done, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. So the Crown — after jerking my chain and forcing me to go to remand after remand after remand for a year — dropped first one and then the other charge.
In the mean time, the civil suit went to mediation and all I am legally permitted to tell you because of a non-disclosure agreement is that we reached a mediated settlement which was satisfactory to all parties.