On Thursday December 22, 2011 in the Tirso de Molina neighborhood of Madrid, Spain, I was stopped, accused, searched, insulted and to my mind threatened by four undercover members of the Madrid police force, simply due to their perceived notions of my political beliefs. I have filed a denuncia (official complaint) against this deed, but as the officers basically refused to identify themselves, I was unable to file against them individually.
Let me begin by saying that until this early morning just after midnight, never did I consider myself an Indignado. I am hardly young. I work. I have many things for which to be thankful, things that the Spanish youth graduating from universities today see as an impossibility to attain. However, I have been sympathetic to the movement because of a strong feeling of injustice coming from a system that offers young Spaniards few opportunities, and yet seems deaf and sometimes outright combative when these disenchanted young people have the courage to speak out. I admired the Indignados. I filmed the Indignados. However, I have done little actual protesting. That has all changed in the past 24 hours. I am officially indignant, and feeling a bit ashamed that it has taken me this long. Now my story....
