Mafias – the bully boys of criminal capitalism?
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WordPress informed me that on 23rd July I had reached my blog’s 2 year anniversary.
I’m quite pleased about that. Two years and both myself and the blog are still here.
Two and a half years ago my husband passed away with terminal cancer. There were peculiarities regarding his medical treatment in his last months which caused me concern. But bizarre behaviour from a relative sent me searching to Wikipedia reference desk for an explanation. They told me her behaviour was “gaslighting” a term unknown to me, and another unknown term “mobbing” which they suggested I check out. In the process I discovered the term “gang stalking” which gave an explanation for the stalking I had been subject to while a Philosophy student at the New University of Ulster (Coleraine campus) in the seventies, my inability to find work afterwards, police interference when I did find work, strange comments and behaviour from people over the years implying that I had been in prison, or my qualifications were fraudulent, which oddly, no prospective employer ever asked to see. The ongoing harassment from neighbours my late husband and I experienced in the twenty years we lived in London, with good neighbours being driven out by noise and anti-social behaviour to be replaced by extreme noise pests, and people who vandalised the property forcing tenants to leave when they were flooded out by overflowing baths, and arson events. Denial of correct diagnosis resulting in witholding proper medical treatment – I was a textbook gang stalking target.
The site targeted-individuals created by British Gulf War veterans who found when they tried to get proper medical treatment for Gulf War syndrome, the authorities denied that any such thing existed, justifying witholding treatment and pensions, was followed by a dirty tricks campaign directed against the veterans and their families – as if the establishment were waging covert war against them. Despite the fact these men were experienced soldiers and not easily shocked, they were shocked by the methods used and the site targeted-individuals was the result.
The other site I found useful is the Canadian exposegangstalking, which is undergoing a name change to exposeblacklisting.
So I started my own blog – this one, originally called “Gang stalked and slandered” to tell what had happened to me at university and subsequently. I soon realised apart from adding my own story there was little I could add to the few excellent gang stalking sites struggling to be heard among an amazing sea of nonsense. But my perspective was slightly different from the sites which describe gang stalking methods accurately and the subjective sites where distressed and bewildered victims describe what is happening to them and pleading what can they do to end their persecution. I noticed that a great many people associated with me had suffered significant financial losses – they had been swindled out of their life’s savings, their homes and businesses. I also noticed businesses that I had been a customer of – retail, cafes, hotels and accommodation had immediately altered their method of doing business. From being fairly priced, honest businesses, they went overnight to high prices, removing economical lines, upgrading and extending, increasing hours and cutting staff, often replaced by more exploitable migrants. In short, minimising service, overworking staff and maximising profit. Change of ownership and businesses closing down overnight was also common. It seemed my role in all this, which has every appearance of a major criminal racket, was to act as unconsenting and at the time, unknowing bait or decoy. Everyone associated with me told the slander that I was a heinous criminal was giving their cooperation to people whose real agenda was to enslave them and steal their assets. My view is a minority view among Targeted Individuals, but there are others who have also suggested gang stalking is an organised crime criminal racket noticing how gang stalkers take over properties and others who have also suggested that gang stalking targets are not the primary targets, but only the bait to recruit the real targets – for reasons unknown.
As I started to blog I soon realised two things. Firstly as a writer I am strictly amateur. Most blogs I read were written by people with real professionalism – better writers, more accurate researchers, better qualified academically, sometimes trained and experienced journalists. I thought, why should anyone read your blog when there are better bloggers?
The other thing I realised was – you are preaching to the converted. The only people who are going to read a gang stalking site are other targets. Gang stalking does not make any sense to someone not on the receiving end, as the gang stalking methods are gaslighting techniques, are concealed and secretive as most crimes are, and appears to be sheltering under colour of law.
But my view that gang stalkers are not solely concerned with Targeted Individuals, but only using them as tools in a much larger scam which potentialy targets anyone with any kind of exploitable asset caused me to broaden my perspective. I realised that the manipulative and exploitative techniques used against myself and people associated with me were being applied to society in general. Gang stalking method – interfering with mail deliveries. Letters, especially official letters would get “lost in the post” or arrive late, causing financial losses or difficulties, which took more time and resources to sort out, generally with an unhelpful bureaucracy which implied I was responsible. This has become a common complaint with unemployment and sickness benefit claimants, who end up losing benefits as a result and are harassed and abused for something outside their control. Gang stalking method – losing or stealing essential documents. I tried to make an appointment with my doctor in London. The secretary told me I was not registered with them. I had been with that doctor for 10 years. The doctor appeared, very flustered and explained that my records had mysteriously been sent to the other side of London. Welfare claimants are complaining that offices where they make a claim are “losing” their medical records. We are very dependent on our documents. They prove who we are and they prove our legal entitlements. Identity Theft is at record levels, but the authorities are uninterested.
In short I realised that the injustice of gang stalking was only part of a much bigger picture, and everyone who is being discriminated against, vilified, denied their entitlement by society’s institutions the same formula is being applied – the gang stalking formula. Before robbing the victim slander them and make out they are a criminal or not who they say they are. Encourage those in their vicinity to join in the abuse – as in mobbing. Cheat the target out of their just entitlements by any method that can be got away with and justified – however flimsy or insulting the excuse. Charge for services not received, especially utilities. Delay, withold or give incorrect medical treatment, making the condition worse. Use that as an opportunity to accuse the carer of abuse. Have lawyers give incorrect advice. Get people to change Will’s to cheat family out of their inheritance. Break up marriages and use children to harass people. You could write an encyclopedia on the methods used – and they are everywhere. And the targets are everyone. Not only the people at the bottom of the social heap, working class and ethnic groups, used as bait, the scapegoats, but people in the class above who have managed a small amount of success in their lives, perhaps by owning their own home, or a successful business or by being a landlord.
So I changed the name of my site from “Gang stalked and slandered” to “Citizens, not serfs”. My interest is anyone who is being unjustly victimised, very often by the instruments of the state.
The danger of preaching to the converted is the failure to realise the common ground, the methods being used against us, how we are misdirected to struggle against false enemies invented for us, and the fact that the same methods of oppression are being used against us all, by the same class of elite criminals who view everything of value in society as their property and everyone not of their class, a slave.
Brazen lies is how I found out about gang stalking. A year ago I was subjected to bizarre behaviour from a relative. Basically, anything I said, she would assert the opposite, even though the factual evidence declared she was totally wrong. Completely bemused by this odd behaviour I enquired on Wikipedia Reference Desk, who answered the behaviour was “gaslighting”. Researching gaslighting I came across gang stalking, and everything fell into place.
I remembered how, years before, I had purchased a large box of cosmetic products at a multiple residency address. The delivery man had probably assumed it was safe to leave it by the door, which was at the end of an alley accessed through a security door. I noticed when I came in, about mid-day (I worked for the Royal Mail) that something had been moved out of its position by the door as if to make room for…
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The landlord co-operates with the gang stalkers once he has believed the lie that the new tenant, the Target Bait, is a criminal/terrorist/prostitute/drug dealer/paedophile/mental case. On this basis he accepts tenants which the gang stalkers send, who over time, vandalise his property incurring ongoing financial losses. Where possible blame for the vandalism will be attached to the Target Bait, who is being gaslighted – somebody else does the damage, the Target gets the blame.
The kinds of damage the landlord can expect once he has co-operated with the gang stalkers are as follows:-
2. Flooding, usually by over-running baths.
3. Security gates vandalised, requiring frequent lock replacements.
4. Communal equipment vandalised, such as taking door off washing machine.
5. Gas boiler vandalised. This might also provide cover for the “accidental” carbon monoxide poisoning of the Target, carbon monoxide poisoning causing symptoms of mental disturbance.
Subjected to these losses…
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About a year ago, my late husband lost his fight with cancer, and I moved to cheaper accommodation.
Coincidentally, the place I moved to had been one of the houses we had looked at when we first came to Harrogate. A typical, old-fashioned, beautiful Harrogate house, near to the centre of town, close by the International Conference Centre. Just arrived from London, we had been wowed at the view from the back, overlooking gardens with mature trees, in a valley – the effect was like living in woodland. My hotel-sized room (not a London broom cupboard) was en-suite, but sharing a kitchen, which suits me fine, as I am old, don’t eat much, and now I am on my own, don’t need to cook.
The Estate Agent was relieved that I did not have a car, as the parking was limited, but told me they had a shed where I could park my bike. The residents were what you would expect for low-rent accommodation. A mix of low wage working people, many who had lived in the house for years. Indeed, why would anyone move. This is the best bed-sit accommodation I have seen anywhere.
The house was fully occupied, with 14 rooms. Parking was over-flowing as the yard at the back, also over-looked by my room only had space for a max of about 6 cars. I had to wait two weeks for my room to become vacant, but in the event the room did not become available for three weeks, causing me to lose an extra month’s rent and bills at my previous address.
But when I finally moved in most of the previous residents had moved out. The house seemed nearly empty except for the rooms above, below and beside me. Also top of the range cars were now parked at the back. When I started to take photos of these, the cars were instead parked in the street, and the car park remained empty to half-empty most of the time.
Then the magic roundabout of tenants started. The new tenants initially were young and office smart – very office smart. They not only did not dress like locals, they did not speak like locals – unusual for a remotish country town where most residents were born here or retired from elsewhere. Now the accents were Southern English and foreign. But at about three- monthly intervals the tenants would change, and I started to recognise the pattern for a gang stalker-infested house from my experience in London. Each time the tenants changed, their profile changed. Some Irish people moved in. (I have an Irish accent). Unusual for this area. Then people who dressed like gypsies moved in, but their accents were Southern English. Someone moved in to a room close to me who appeared to be concealing a child. I commented to the Housekeeper that my neighbour had the peculiar habit of having a shower, then immediately after, having another shower. -Oh, he’s OCD, he remarked casually. Someone started to leave the communal front door open on a regular basis. When I mentioned this to the Housekeeper, he said, – oh, I know who it is. He has Asperger’s, but he’s moving out. I can’t wait to see what he is replaced with. Someone pulls the front off the washing machine downstairs – like you do. The Housekeeper tells me he is getting noise nuisance from tenants immediately adjacent. When the Estate Agent visits for any reason he just walks in to the Housekeeper’s flat without knocking. When the Housekeeper does his job and passes on information about things that need doing around the house, both the Estate Agents and owner ignore him.
Roald Dahl, or the script writers for “The Avengers” would struggle to come up with a more surreal script.
Meanwhile, out on the street, Spring Grove is metamorphosing. When I moved in it was a quiet cul-de-sac, mainly of bed-sit houses for working people, with some family homes. Since I have moved in the street and surrounding streets have become a building site. Initially quiet, just bird song from the woodland, and distant light traffic, the first change was people digging up the road in adjacent streets. Then a house at the back underwent extensive building improvements. Several houses in the street either changed from bed-sit to guest house or have applications in process. More building work on offices in the next street. Top of the range cars parked in most of the neighbouring drives.
When I moved to Harrogate, for the first time in years I was able to consign my ear plugs, which I virtually lived-in in London, to a drawer. For the first few months in Spring Grove I relished the peace and quiet – normality. Then the “hum” started. At first it only happened at night. A high pitched tone, continuous, unmodulated. Not particularly loud, but it came through everything and was impossible to ignore. It would start at about ten past midnight, then stop around 6 am. Alongwith this, from a lifetime of falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, I started to have difficulty getting to sleep. Then the tone started to go continuously, round the clock. I got my ear plugs out. This happened for about a year, then stopped completely.
About two months ago I was watching tv when I felt my heart flutter. This was followed by nausea and extreme vertigo. I could hardly stand. I made it to the loo and vomited, then managed to crawl back into bed and slept solidly for 8 hours. This was at 10 am in the morning. Over the next two weeks my weight suddenly shot up and I virtually stopped peeing. I went to the hospital who ran a range of tests and told me everything was completely normal. (What? An egg-shell of pee, the colour of coka-cola?). I am in my sixties. Apart from arthritis which afflicted me from the age of 55, I have had virtually no illnesses throughout my life, and have always been active physically and mentally. In the last few weeks, I have developed tinnitus. A quite loud whooshing/hissing sound. And a frequent intermittent hissing sound, like the sound of a bee buzzing, but cut short. And since I moved to Spring Grove, red eyes, which I have been unable to cure.
What would Steed, or Emma Peel make of it. Or Number 6?
Both my parents died, healthy nearly up to the last in mind and body, at age 94.
But never mind. I read my books, look out at the woodland, the sound of birds swamped by ongoing building works and a neighbour’s compulsive noisy gardening disorder, admire the amazing cars parked in my street – if my late husband were here he would be drooling over them – and consider the brief historical window of order, civilisation and sanity, which the Western democracies enjoyed in the post-war years.
Apologies for no links. WordPress has stopped allowing me to copy and paste into articles. So I photo the listing and insert then add the links. I always check that the links work. I haven’t been able to get the links to work for the above articles. However, if you enter the search terms – Mafia extending into Germany you will find much of interest on the subject.
I have been gang stalked since University in the 1970s, but I only found out it was ” gang stalking” last year.
Looking back over more than 35 years I noticed a startling pattern. Businesses and people associated with me had suffered huge financial losses, losing their savings, homes and businesses. I concluded I was being used as bait, the “foot in the door” for gang stalking recruiters, who recruited people , after the style of cults, on the basis of deception. The deception in my case the lie that I was a dangerous criminal and the person approached was needed to assist “national security”. Once the person was “recruited” they were in the hands of the gang stalking controllers, and there was no way to leave. After the style of money-making cults, they would be indoctrinated, enslaved and over time stripped of their wealth.
So for thirty plus years…
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