Good afternoon. I would like to thank you for the time you have allotted me. I will be brief, but I'm going to stick to the important details.
I was arrested in the gymnasium as well, like Jacinthe, her sister and my friends. However, my story is different. At the time of the arrest, police officers handcuffed us. Police officers from the SPVM, the Montreal police department, were also there and communicated without making any physical contact.
Once my friends were arrested and removed from the gymnasium, a police officer from the Montreal police department entered the gymnasium and recognized me, since he asked me if I knew Fredy Villanueva. I won't go into the details, but, when he looked at the Toronto police officer who was handcuffing me, he told him in English: “You should take her somewhere else because she has information to give you.” At that point, I was handcuffed and taken outside. I was led away from the place where the buses were located and put in a regular police vehicle and taken to a police station.
Once we reached that place, I was filmed, with audio and video tapes, and the charges laid against me, which were breach of peace and unlawful assembly, were repeated to me. That's what one Toronto police officer had said in the gymnasium. In French, it was about participating in a riot.
So I was told that I was charged, and then they put me in a room to search me. Two inspectors in civilian dress then took me up to their office, a little room, to ask me what I had done during the demonstration on Saturday—why, where and how. The interrogation went very well at first, but midway through it, as the inspectors were not satisfied with my answers, and they started raising their voices. They then called me a “fucking little princess from the middle class”.