#ICE detained and deported an extremely popular #MMA coach (343k Instagram followers).
I'm calling it now: they done fucked up bad. Joe Rogan and the rest of bro media are going to torch the Trump administration for this.
https://www.instagram.com/coachsubotic/p/DIEA_nBpCCJ/?hl=en
#deportation #immigrants #DHS #deportations #uspol #trump #MAGA #JoeRogan.
InstagramRenato Subotić | Father of the modern MMA on Instagram: "From Seminar to Cell: My 24 Hours in a U.S. Federal Prison, arrested for to much knowledge in MMA.
I arrived in America excited, ready to coach my seminar. It was supposed to be a great trip.
Instead, I got stopped at the border.
Immigration pulled me aside and took me into an isolated room. The officer interviewing me looked like he was looking for something wrong. It was obvious why I was in the U.S. I gave them every specific detail about my seminar, my plans, everything.
They kept me in that room for three hours, asking endless questions, I was collaborative.
They told me there was a mistake with my visa and that they were taking me to jail “until they figure out what’s next.” Just like that. No clear explanation, no chance to talk to anyone, no rights. They handcuffed me, put me in a car, and drove me to federal prison.
They stripped me of everything. Took my clothes, gave me jail clothes, fingerprinted me, took photos, searched me. Gave me a blanket and sheet. Then they walked me to my block — 4B.
The moment the door opened, it was chaos.
Fights between gangs. People screaming. Arguing over food, what to watch on TV, crazy people running around. Madness. The guard walked me to cell 221, where there was a filthy mattress with patches of piss and blood.
The guard told me to hurry up so I could get some food. I dropped my stuff and went downstairs. While I was in line, four guys started beating the hell out of another guy, smashing his head into the fence. I wasn’t even hungry. I just grabbed an apple, ate it, and walked straight back to my cell.
When I got back, two Mexican guys were in there, stealing my blanket and sheet.
I said, “Hey bro, what are you doing?”
One of them replied, “Getting my stuff.”
I said, “That’s my stuff.”
And he looked at me and said, “What are you gonna do about it?”
We had a fight. I got my stuff back.
The other one ran out of the cell, screaming, the people in the nearby cells came to watch what was going on. When the guards rushed up, no one said anything. The guard looked at me and said, “You got a good welcome. Keep your head straight, or you’re gonna stay here longer.”"7,943 likes, 554 comments - coachsubotic on April 5, 2025: "From Seminar to Cell: My 24 Hours in a U.S. Federal Prison, arrested for to much knowledge in MMA.
I arrived in America excited, ready to coach my seminar. It was supposed to be a great trip.
Instead, I got stopped at the border.
Immigration pulled me aside and took me into an isolated room. The officer interviewing me looked like he was looking for something wrong. It was obvious why I was in the U.S. I gave them every specific detail about my seminar, my plans, everything.
They kept me in that room for three hours, asking endless questions, I was collaborative.
They told me there was a mistake with my visa and that they were taking me to jail “until they figure out what’s next.” Just like that. No clear explanation, no chance to talk to anyone, no rights. They handcuffed me, put me in a car, and drove me to federal prison.
They stripped me of everything. Took my clothes, gave me jail clothes, fingerprinted me, took photos, searched me. Gave me a blanket and sheet. Then they walked me to my block — 4B.
The moment the door opened, it was chaos.
Fights between gangs. People screaming. Arguing over food, what to watch on TV, crazy people running around. Madness. The guard walked me to cell 221, where there was a filthy mattress with patches of piss and blood.
The guard told me to hurry up so I could get some food. I dropped my stuff and went downstairs. While I was in line, four guys started beating the hell out of another guy, smashing his head into the fence. I wasn’t even hungry. I just grabbed an apple, ate it, and walked straight back to my cell.
When I got back, two Mexican guys were in there, stealing my blanket and sheet.
I said, “Hey bro, what are you doing?”
One of them replied, “Getting my stuff.”
I said, “That’s my stuff.”
And he looked at me and said, “What are you gonna do about it?”
We had a fight. I got my stuff back.
The other one ran out of the cell, screaming, the people in the nearby cells came to watch what was going on. When the guards rushed up, no one said anything. The guard looked at me and said, “You got a good welcome. Keep your head straight, or you’re gonna stay here longer.”".
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Moldova stands tall with you, Serghei!