I Have Been Arrested and Am Now Awaiting Trial: Part I
This article is a fiction in several parts. This is part 1.
The teacher penetrated the classroom, got rid of his coat, and took out of his bag a slim Macbook. I was still oblivious to why and how people could spend €1000 on a computer that could have cost them €500, had it been from another brand. But not everyone thinks everything in monetary terms as I do. I raised my arm and was given permission to speak.
“I heard you had a baby, congratulations, I said. The prof smiled as I started clapping, quickly followed by the rest of the class. My downfall was near. Boy or girl, I asked?” The claps stopped as if someone had just had a heart attack. I covered my mouth, realizing the mistake I had made. My classmates looked at me as if I had killed their dogs. My best friend was crying.
I did not even have the time to stand up and take my things that two members of the Bureau for an Inclusive and Agreeable Society (BIAS) had entered the classroom and seized me by the arm.
Some of my classmates must have left their wifi turned on on their phone, I thought. Today, your connection to the world comes at the price of the world being connected to you. I protested to take my things with me but the agents were already carrying me outside.
They were handling me as if I was weightless. BIAS was known to have the best and strongest members of all the enforcing laws agencies. I could barely feel the ground under my feet. We quickly got out of the building and they threw me at the back of their car after I’d been handcuffed.
– “Are you arresting me? I asked dumbly.
– You’re not even going to tell me my rights?
– Where the hell do you think you are? Do you realize how serious the crime you committed is?
Oh boy, I did. My dad and two of my uncles had already been condemned for life for the same Thought crime. But unlike what you see in the movies and read in the novels, I wasn’t the rebellious son that had inherited his strong character from his daddy.
While I’d always played a bit with authority as the risky feeling of defying the established status quo had always entertained me, I was actually a good law-abiding citizen. Sometimes I’d indeed make borderline jokes and wait 3 or 4 seconds before completing my sentence to comply with the Inclusivity Criteria.
But I could compensate for this flexible interpretation of the law by an excellent track record in Inclusivity Activities. I had one of the highest Diversity Track Records in my city and all of my partners had rated me an average of 9/10 in Open-Mindedness.
Handcuffed at the back of the car, I was slowly examining the events in my head that were probably going to cost me 5 or 6 years of my life and total social annihilation. The week before, another teacher had announced that she would cover for our actual teacher because he had had a baby.
“I don’t remember having seen him pregnant”, had I whispered in my best friend’s ear. I felt it normal to congratulate him on the first chance I’d get. My propensity to make myself likable while getting attention had this time not played in my favor.
“Boy or girl, boy or girl, boy or girl”…I couldn’t understand. I had always made sure that whatever got out of my mouth was politically correct. This must have been the first time I’d said “boy or girl”. My track record will probably play in my favor, I thought. After all, I had never broken the Code of Inclusivity for a Peaceful Society (CIPS). Back to when I was 10, I could even recite the first 20 articles by heart.
-“Where are you taking me?
-Will I be able to call my parents there?
-I’d call my lawyer if I were you.
As desperate as my situation seemed to be, I felt lucky. Joe, my mum’s new boyfriend, was a lawyer. I figured he’d have no choice but to take my case if he wished to keep on dating her.
“Boy or girl, boy or girl, boy or girl”…. I couldn’t get it out of my head.