As a follow on to ” An Alien in a Strange Land”, I continue the story here.
To recap, after having a perfectly normal and civilized conversation in the driveway of the Brittania Hotel in Stockport with three people from Kurdistan, we were approached by a large African gentleman who insisted that we remove ourselves to the back of the hotel. When I questioned his right to instruct me to tell me where and when and with whom I could speak to, he informed me that he was the Assistant Manager.
Now why an Assistant hotel manager was telling me, that I a paying guest of the hotel, speaking to other people from the hotel, should have to move from a public area outside the hotel, where other guests were also having quiet chats in the May sunshine, without being disturbed in such a fashion, certainly got my dander up!
How dare he to assume that he had the right to deny me my rights to free speech with other human beings. How dare he assume to tell me, where and when I could have such normal communication. How dare he attempt to curb my freedom of expression and movement. How dare he try to deny the basic humanity of people connecting with other people. HOW DARE HE!
What happened next startled me even more… He effectively sheperded my new friends into the hotel, and they went without a whisper.
I was left arguing with him as I followed along, demanding answers, but receiving no response.
They were all shepherded into rooms in the ground floor of the hotel, and my path was blocked by another gentleman of African appearance.
He told me that I could not speak to them, it was not allowed.
Why was it not allowed? He would not tell me.
I then demanded of him, who the hell he thought he was that could deny me my basic rights? He told me he was the Manager, and that what is the end of the matter, ands he turned his back on me, leaving me standing in the hallway all by myself with the Assistant Manager standing over me.
What sort of crazy mental Hotel was this?
There was no point in me hanging about, so I about turned and headed back the way I had come. Only then to met near the Hotel foyer by another gentleman accompanied by a security guard.
He informed that a complaint had been made, that these gentlemen and I were creating a nuisance and making a noise! He also told me, that should I persist in making a fuss, then I would be asked to leave! He further told me that I was not to speak to these people…
Round 3 of me making the same argument, and asking who he was?
He told me that he was the Manager.
Hold on a minute, that chap I just spoke to said he was the manager!
No, I am the hotel manager, he is their manager.
He is their manager? What manager is that?
Serco Manager was the response.
Ok, enough, I am off to my room.
By the time I got to my room, I was absolutely fizzing, and I could not settle.
Who is this Serco? What is going on here?
I soon found out who Serco were, and I established that these Kurds were asylum seekers, and that Serco is outsourced by the Home office to look after housing asylum seekers.
After not settling for a while, I decided to take myself a walk, and as luck would have it, there on the other side of the road was these Kurds now taking a walk into town.
I was across the road in a flash..
As I approached, they kept on walking, and I spoke to the chap i was speaking to before, I wont give his name for fairly obvious reasons.
By now, they had been well spooked, and they were joined by another 5 of their party, but would not speak to me.
However, I persisted, these guards of theirs may be able to hold their tongues, they were sure as hell not going to hold mine!
So as we walked, I talked… We are away from the hotel now, we are in a public road, you are away from your minders.
What freedom do you have now? You have no freedom, possibly even less than you had before. You are effectively being denied your human rights, and I for one will not stand for this!
I will speak out, and nobody is going to stop me. I will investigate further, and I will bring this into the public domain, but I will not mention who you are, nor your friends names. People need to know what is going on, and I will speak out for you!
We had some further conversation at this point, and others joined in..
By this time, I decided I had walked far enough, and I took my leave.
As I was going, he shook hands with me, and thanked me, and all his friends camee round and one by one did the same.
Basic humanity and contact restored.
Part 3 to follow in the next few days… What I discovered next