A little after 12 midnight the brutal and vicious attack occurred. I had arrived at Ocean View or Samsair commonly known after being begged by another gay friend Eon known as Akela. Leaving a movie I was watching I purchased earlier in the day. This this attack occurred at a popular gay friendly bar (so I thought) I usually go sometimes once or twice a month. My other gay friends and I were seated at the extreme right of the Bar. The incident started when three persons standing outside the building and were hurling negative comment like “batty man gaf fu dead� through ventilation holes in the concrete wall. It was directly behind where I was seated so I stood up with the intention to say to the guys that we are not there for problem just to have leisure time like everyone else. As I stood up, one of the persons threw some liquid in my face and I soon realized it was Mackeson. I was shocked and instinctively threw the half glass of drink in my hand in return in a like a reflex action. They soon ran off. I thought that was the end of it. About twenty minutes or about half of an hour later I went outside to get some air because the inside of the location gets hot very quickly. At that moment a young East Indian man whom I recognized because he had approached me on three different occasions for sex, but I told him I have someone and does not sleep around whom I later learned is Reeaz and his call name is Boyo came up to me accusing me of telling his friends that they threw drink in my face I responded that I did not accuse anyone since I was unable to see exactly who the persons were, as I did not have a clear view of them when the drink was thrown.
Boyo became very aggressive and ran for a chair and he and my friend Cream began to ague ahead of me closer to the building. I decided that this was getting too much for me so I decided to head back into the building and Boyo and two other friends block my way. I try to push my way to safety and then is when they began beating me and another friend joined in but I was terrified who was sitting in a yellow car about three feet away. I was terrified and spell bound as I felt kicks, I saw Boyo breaking a bottle and I felt a sharp burning on my face and liquid which I realized was blood start running down my face. I cupped my face and turned to avoid further damage to my face. The blows continued mercilessly as I felt pains at different parts of my body from the kicks, cuffs and which cause me to fall to the ground. I felt another sharp burning in my back and I felt blood start running down my back. During the assault they were saying we gon kill antyman. Battyman got fo dead, they spat on me. My other friends who were alerted by Cream came out and saw what t was happening and my assailant drove away. I was horrified in shock and traumatized. I could not believe this was happening to me a person who does not believe in violence.
My friends took me inside the building where I was bleeding profusely. One of my friends called the police and while on the floor bleeding I heard someone saying the police are here. I felt that the police was there to my rescue however I heard the police left to my dismay, I felt that they left because it was a gay person who was attacked. My friend called a car and I was taken to the police station and my friend gave a brief report on my behalf since I was not a state to provide a report. The police upon seeing my state recommended that I seek medical attention immediately.
When I arrived with two other gay friends at the hospital, the porters were reluctant to carry me because as I was unable to walk independently. So my friend had to take me with the wheelchair provided. I was there bleeding and medical staff and security and porters were coming to the emergency door and peeping. Some of the porters were echoing negative comments like fire and I try blocking what I was hearing out since I was in tremendous pain and could not bear to assimilate what I was hearing. I thought the human side would have sufficed looking at the condition I was in, I was sadly mistaken. I was there about 1 am was not attended to until about 6:30 am the next morning day clean. The doctored felt that my lungs may have been punctured because of the depth of the stab wound so he ordered a x-ray after stitching the gash to my left cheek with thirteen sutures and three to the back if it were loosed out later. While attending to me the doctor remarked was a horrible shift he was having. I told him I am sorry to make his horrible and he responded that it was not me alone who made his shift horrible.
Even one of the clients commented that they should have killed me; this was a male person near the dispensary. All along the porters were say fire among other negative comments that I try to block out from hearing. On more than one occasion I begged the staff to allow me to leave to go to a private institution with the possibility that I can still get a medical for the police report but was told that a medical from a private institution will not be accepted by the police. I told the Doctor of the severe pain that I am feeling on my left pelvic region from the stamping and kicking I received.