Lukas Mikelionis: how a City security guard attacked me because I forgot my ID card

Lukas Mikelionis: how a City security guard attacked me because I forgot my ID card

“Police state! Police state! All coppers are bastards!” you hear these zit-faced, overweight teenagers chirping. Nowadays, everybody believes that everything is a sign of ‘the police state’: smoking bans, anti-public drinking regulations, nudity laws — and, of course, those prohibiting deliberate attacks against police.

But I’m absolutely convinced that we aren’t living in a police state. Our rights aren’t being curbed in the name of David Cameron’s contempt towards youth. There might be a few improper arrests at student protests, but I don’t blame them — illiteracy in economics should be punished severely after all.

But maybe I think like that because I had a good life — ‘white privilege’ as they call it today. And to understand the hardships of people living on £9,000 maintenance loans and grants, staying in revolting accommodation in Farringdon and Old Street, I must experience the terrible oppression of the state at least once.

And it finally happened. But I wasn’t oppressed by the Metropolitan Police in front of a pub. I was a victim of much greater subversion and an attempt to restrain my civil rights. It took place at the only place where I previously felt safe — City University.

This all unfolded when I was late to a lecture inside the Social Sciences Building. I was obeying the law of smoking five metres away from the premises, as any good citizen would, before having to rush inside. But I was stuck. The Berlin Wall of card gates was stopping me from entering the free world. I dashed with my comrade together through the gates without personally swiping my student card. Then a wild, Stasi-like arm stopped me. I was guilty of a security breach.

My crime? Not swiping my card – even though I had it in my pocket and showed it to the guard without hesitation during a conversation that could have resulted in me being water-boarded in the leaky new accommodation. Nonetheless, my student card details were taken and put into the system. I’m anxious of people taking my details, because I know what they’re up to.

If I breach security again, I will be expelled from the university for up to seven days. Next week you’ll probably be reading about my seven-day holiday in Portugal following expulsion. I’m a walking target now.

I’ve tried to get a comment from the security board about how exactly this is a security breach, especially since neither of the other entrances – in the College, Centenary or University buildings – have any significant security measures. Does this actually mean every time I have a lecture or seminar there, I’m a first-world Malala who risks his own life for education?

No-one seems to know who sets the rules regarding trespassing – I only found an answer regarding library card gates. Is this one of those instances where the university allows capricious security officers to make up new rules as they go? Perhaps airport security-like rules will soon be implemented at City.

It wouldn’t be huge a problem if the university were targeting me and other fellow students consistently – and with proper rules in place. What we have now is a laughably incoherent security policy that I had to find about through my own experience.

This truly was a Kafkaesque crime. Nobody actually breached the security, as the student card was shown to the officer. The only thing that was violated was my right not to be oppressed by some power-hungry future nightclub bouncer. Who knew that the phrase ‘police state’ might one day actually make sense?