Worst day of my life - fuck you immigration
12 years ago
In between random sobbing I'm just going to come out and say it. Mangusu got refused by British Immigration and will be back on a plane home tommorow. Fucking immigration won't even let me see him, I have no working contact to talk to him, all I know is he is locked up in some prison fucking hotel all alone and probably sobbing worse then me.
We were so fucking excited to be in the UK finally too.
Got in at 7am, Mangy got held up in customs interview and then God only knows what happened to him because all I got were frantic 5 minute calls of "what do we do" and "I love you" and fucking tears. They practically caged him as far as I know. I on the other hand was just dumped in the baggae claim area with assurances of "frequent updates" that five hours later I hadnt recieved a single one of. I very literally paced around all three floors of Gatwick airport a few hundred times. The police sniffer dogs started to skip over me.
I can't eat, I keep breaking down. Cried on the fucking tube. Saw Ani boxer, barely held it together until the second he left and I'm on the floor of the bathroom sobbing.
I miss him so much but Im really just scared. Scared how he's been treated, scared that he's all alone without me, scared that he's crying too. I want to be there for him and I cant even.
But baby you would of been proud of me. I started SO much shit, I did not even take it lying down. I called the US embassy, I called Immigration solicitors, and when they wouldnt talk to me anymore after telling the chief immigration officer to go fuckhimself for repeatedly calling mangy my "freind" and not my fucking "partner" (Which I screamed very loudly right in the middle of the airport arrivals gate, I then went to the police and told them my boyfreind had been kidnapped.
And can I just say, hats fucking off to the police, because they took me very seriously, and even though they are pretty much powerless next to immigration, theyat least managed to sort out my luggage, get an apology for the homophobia but also find me a temporary contact to talk to aaron.
In the end though, it was all for nothing, because the chief fucking inspector is the final word and he doesnt have to prove shit. Mangy had to go home and that was that. I could appeal with a solicitor, I could sue them for avoiding due process in informing us of our rights, but none of that would happen in time.
Us embassy had the sanest advice. Go home, spend 10 days getting a same-sex partner visa, and try again for a shorter stay.
So thats what we're doing. I dont care about how much its going to cost because if anything this experience has taught not how much I love aaron but how much I fucking NEED him, because I never cry and Im sitting here typing this and I just cant fucking control myself, I wanna jump out the fucking window. I need to talk to him - I just dont know how :_(
We were so fucking excited to be in the UK finally too.
Got in at 7am, Mangy got held up in customs interview and then God only knows what happened to him because all I got were frantic 5 minute calls of "what do we do" and "I love you" and fucking tears. They practically caged him as far as I know. I on the other hand was just dumped in the baggae claim area with assurances of "frequent updates" that five hours later I hadnt recieved a single one of. I very literally paced around all three floors of Gatwick airport a few hundred times. The police sniffer dogs started to skip over me.
I can't eat, I keep breaking down. Cried on the fucking tube. Saw Ani boxer, barely held it together until the second he left and I'm on the floor of the bathroom sobbing.
I miss him so much but Im really just scared. Scared how he's been treated, scared that he's all alone without me, scared that he's crying too. I want to be there for him and I cant even.
But baby you would of been proud of me. I started SO much shit, I did not even take it lying down. I called the US embassy, I called Immigration solicitors, and when they wouldnt talk to me anymore after telling the chief immigration officer to go fuckhimself for repeatedly calling mangy my "freind" and not my fucking "partner" (Which I screamed very loudly right in the middle of the airport arrivals gate, I then went to the police and told them my boyfreind had been kidnapped.
And can I just say, hats fucking off to the police, because they took me very seriously, and even though they are pretty much powerless next to immigration, theyat least managed to sort out my luggage, get an apology for the homophobia but also find me a temporary contact to talk to aaron.
In the end though, it was all for nothing, because the chief fucking inspector is the final word and he doesnt have to prove shit. Mangy had to go home and that was that. I could appeal with a solicitor, I could sue them for avoiding due process in informing us of our rights, but none of that would happen in time.
Us embassy had the sanest advice. Go home, spend 10 days getting a same-sex partner visa, and try again for a shorter stay.
So thats what we're doing. I dont care about how much its going to cost because if anything this experience has taught not how much I love aaron but how much I fucking NEED him, because I never cry and Im sitting here typing this and I just cant fucking control myself, I wanna jump out the fucking window. I need to talk to him - I just dont know how :_(
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Christ you and Mangusu don't deserve this shit. Make their lives a serious living hell.
I know it's hard but please keep on fighting.
It will get better love, hold your head up for him and your mate.. I loves chu both!!!
I first off hope that mangu is at leadt okay wherever he is. Second, I hope that this solved quick fast and in a hurry for both your sakes. Neither of you should have to wait longer for this after so long and brit customs should be ashamed that the police ended up showing up them by trying to do something About it quickly.
its sad to think they sent him back when they should of be concentrating on the large number of illegal immigrants that come across our boarders....
Good luck and i hope they let him in on the second visa!
Still, though, that's fucking crap. I can't imagine what you two are going through right now... :(
The worst part was that we really did have no intention to work here in the UK. We were playing by the rules and he was barred simply because of a suspicion.
No no, the worse part was how they treated us. Making us wait for 8 hours, not letting us see eachother or talk to eachother. Keeping Mangy locked up in a cell with complete strangers (some guy from uzbekistan) then moving him to crummy accomodation with a tiny bed. The whole experience was a sickening nightmare and it simply didnt need to be with just a little courtesy from the UKBA. I am very disgusted that this is what happens to innocent travellers when the system is so ineffective at catching those who arent guilty, because they know some simple tricks.
Anyway, I've talked to Mangy this morning, and things are going to be ok. We'eve both calmed down and accepted it, we love eachother very much and will try again in a month. Mangy will be staying with his parents for awhile, Im sure he'd love to see some of his freinds when he gets back. He's on a plane already, should get in to Orlando later this afternoon.
Really sorry to hear about this though take the solicitors advice and work the systems.
If anything at least you now know for the future :)
I really do dislike the way immigration treats people like the worst kind of scum on the smallest of suspicion, some people are intending to do illegal things, but that shouldn't give them the right to treat anyone that badly.
That, and combined with recently quitting a job (and leaving his accommodation?), asking to stay the maximum amount of time (this would have triggered the questioning), and visiting a partner would probably all add up to well over the "no" threshold.
I'm so sorry about your treatment and hope you both get in, if you ever want to try again.
You get an extra special #Freehugsfriday hug
It's no better/worse than any other western country, and anybody who has watched any of the "fly on the wall" documentaries will know that turning up in the UK/US/Aus/NZ in such circumstances (staying the maximum amount of time, no job, possibly no permanent address back home, bringing employment documentation) will always end up in the person going home.
Also being abusive to the staff does not help one bit :/ I'm surprised you didn't get thrown out of the airport!
After the decision to refuse him to stay has been made, I see no reason at all why we had to be separated, or that I couldnt call him.
May I also note, that the rest of the airport staff were not only understanding, but the information manager was sitting there on google with me trying to read through immigration laws and contact solicitors so that we could do something about it.
Also being kept in a secure area is standard practice in every country because obviously the person isn't yet legally entitled to be in the country, and they have no idea what sort of person they are. They should have records of where he was kept - I am surprised he was "locked up" with somebody, are you sure it wasn't just a secure waiting area?
On being allowed to stay with him, I'm sure it has many logistical and security implications. You are probably seeing it just from your personal perspective, but if I was UKBA there is no way I would allow a person refused entry to have some other person staying with them.
i very nearly got refused access to the USA yesterday, border agencies are picky.
Chin up dude. I'm sure things will work out in the end
I'm not going to try to compare the situation I went through to yours at all, especially since mine managed to work out better, but-
Back in '07 I was visiting a furry friend in England. My trip over had been stressful enough (the 7 pm flight I was supposed to take to catch my 10 pm flight to England got canceled, so I ended up catching an earlier flight at 1 pm, which in turn got diverted to another airport for 3 hours, and I ended up having to run through Newark to make my 10 pm flight). At least I'd slept on the plane, but still, pretty frazzled.
Then I arrive at the border and can't help noticing that the woman I'm talking with only has one arm. I hope to hell I wasn't (obviously) staring, but it's hard to be sure.
She asked to see my return ticket, which I didn't have because I'd traveled via Continental and they'd said "Just print out your boarding pass 24 hours before your return flight!". I had an itinerary which I'll be the first to admit wasn't going to impress anyone, and while I'd known my host for 6 years online, we probably hadn't talked as extensively as we should have about things I should know about him before I had to go through the border.
What probably most screwed me though was that the border guard asked me whether I was planning to get into a relationship with him, and in an attempt to be humorous which I probably wouldn't have done if I'd been at my best, I replied, "Well, I might have relations with him, but..." Sigh.
Without realizing it I'd raised the possibility in her mind that I was looking to get an English boyfriend (not even on my radar) and wouldn't return when I was supposed to. To add insult to injury I'd started a new job 3 months ago, and while I had no intentions of quitting (still there 6 years later!), that's apparently recent enough to be another flag. She specifically asked why I wouldn't be inclined to stay in the UK when I didn't have a lot of ties to the US (say what?).
Thank God I had my host's cellphone number, so she called him and told him she was about 10 seconds from turning me away from the border, and he did some fast talking to convince her that it was in fact just a friendly visit. Then I got lectured on how much more gay tolerant England was than the US and told that I should have just told her I was possibly open to a relationship (nevermind that I wasn't...).
To add insult to injury, my luggage didn't arrive when I did. But the real insult is that on my last day there my friend and I were almost assaulted by a drunken homophobe.
So I'm kind of left in a position where I think how I was treated was a bit crazy, but I also made a couple of mistakes and understand that they're in a position where they really can't take chances. Anyway, all the best to the both of you, and I hope this gets sorted out soon!