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Strip Search in Brazilian Jails is Reported to the United Nations
By folha.uol.com.br- Claudia Collucci
Published: 03/19/2014

"An official is already looking at me from head to toe with scorn and she says, 'you already know what you have to do'. I step on the detector with my clothes on, no bras, I walk into the strip search room with three or four girls, we take off all are clothes. And then the torture session begins: 'go down, push, make more effort. it is closed. push harder, cough, go down again, put your hand inside and open it, I am not seeing'. What does she want to see? My uterus? What is all of this? And the torture continues: get close to the wall , lay down, open more your legs and make an effort as you were going to have a baby. How so? I do not have children. I do not know how am I supposed to do this, but I try everything she asks. But nothing is enough for these officials, and then she call others to search me and they start all over again. By then, I am nervous and start crying. So now she plays with my psyche: why are you crying? Go, put your hand and take the drug out, take it out because I know you have it. My answer is: I'm tired. I have been here since yesterday, at the jail doors. I just want to see my family. I have no drugs inside of me."

"I'm treated like meat in slaughter, receiving words of insult and contempt from agents. You have to get down three times according to prison rules. But that's not what happens, because she makes me go squat, depending on the agent, five to six times, stating that she cannot see. Here comes the question: see what? I work and I feel totally useless in these situations, because even knowing my rights and the laws, hierarchy prevails, and within these places they are the ones dictating the rules."

"After the procedure was done, the official took my file, asked me to get dressed and takes me to the bathroom of the CDP. I lean against the wall and had to push for 20 minutes. I opened it, gave her toilet paper and coughed. Sobbing I begged for mercy and informed that I had absolutely nothing. Yet the questions were not over."

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