RANDOM MADNESS IN A SYDNEY STREET. SECOND DAY OF 2024. Walking.
Today, 2-Jan-24. NSW Police & Me.
A homeless man strangled me in public. My neck and throat are bruised and sore.

Walking along George Street, Sydney, on Tuesday morning, I finally decided to visit the updated and expanded NSW Art Gallery in Hyde Park.
I hand-wrote a letter to my local member, Colver Moore, at the beginning of the COVID pandemic in 2020. I asked her what she would do for the homeless people living on the streets in her jurisdiction. I am an advocate of her progressive policies in Sydney. She has been our very popular Lord Mayor of Sydney since 2004. As well as being the longest-serving Lord Mayor of Sydney since the creation of the City of Sydney in 1842. I did receive a beautifully constructed letter of all programs linked to the non-profit organizations they work with, a lovely letter of emptiness. Eventually, some of the vacant hotels were commissioned to accommodate people experiencing homelessness in Sydney at the pandemic’s peak.
The picture above is where I was assaulted. I saw a plastic seat in front of a closed bank. I see the items and blanket. From my angle, it looked to me as though a homeless person’s belongings were hidden under a blanket and not actually a man sleeping in the collection of items around the blanket. But as I talked to Julian, saying what time are we meeting at the Art Gallery cafe, the man pounced from under his blanket. Raced towards me, and was screaming and choking me. This was very fast indeed. He was very angry.
Some tourists decided to film the homeless man strangling me. I did not retaliate; I did not stop him. I looked into his eyes and saw his deep pain, anger, and rage. I had accidentally disturbed his sleeping. I remember some of what he was screaming at me.
He realized I was no threat to him and released his grip. But, oh boy, did my neck hurt, and it started to throb. Within the time the man had my mobile phone in his hand and was about to smash it into the ground, a police car arrived. But he still smash it on the ground. No big deal. It still works.
I moved to sit on the bench closer to the light rail station. The first constable spoke with the homeless man. He, the homeless man, tucked himself under his blanket. The Senior constable asked me what had happened.
I know they are only doing their jobs. I know they need to understand what happened. I also see the law of NSW very well indeed. I am a gay man. For over 40 years, I have endured the NSW police’s homophobic behaviors directly against me and our community. I have been part of anti-police protest demonstrations. The Sydney Mardi Gras members have voted to remove the parade’s Police Accord for 2024. We, my friends, have all had many experiences of intimidation and harassment.
I politely decline to provide them with any information. I say I am going to keep walking and leave. The senior constable and her junior both grab me and handcuff me behind my back, forcing me back onto the bench.
Well, this is the beginning of a battle they will not win. First, I explained to them that they had made a false arrest. Then I say my solicitor will have a field day with them in the local court. I demand they remove the metal handcuffs cutting into my wrists behind my back. I request they withdraw the official…” you have been arrested. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court...” The senior constable radios her boss.
This is just getting better. She removed the handcuffs, telling me to follow her instructions. I do. I call my solicitor and leave a message. Their boss arrives in a separate police car. She has an older face with many years of experience. I know I will be able to reason with her. They want to press charges against the homeless man who physically assaulted me. They kept asking me for my details to expedite this process. I refuse to give them my identification. They realize they have no case to proceed with. I also explained that if they move with this course of action, I will employ my solicitor to defend the homeless man. This brings them to the reality that this is a waste of police resources, and they know I am not bluffing.
They say they will write a report and process it. Good for them. New South Police need compassion with the grey areas of the laws. This second day of 2024 is a demonstration of their inability to find and listen to a citizen who understands the suffering of our homeless population in the streets of Sydney.

Pete JJ.
Sub-note:
I used to volunteer with a nonprofit and we would visit the homeless, being careful not to just rush up to them. Where they lay their head at night is their home. So we would wait until they came to us for any advice or assistance and other local connections for them.






