You will be abused in your family.
You will be bullied at school.
You will be persecuted by teachers.
You will be abused in your community.
You will be cheated by shopkeepers.
You will be cheated by tradesmen.
You will be insulted/attacked in every social setting.
Your education will be sabotaged.
Your qualifications and achievements will be denied.
You will be blacklisted.
Your work will be sabotaged.
Your hobbies will be sabotaged.
You will be harassed on public transport.
You will be slandered by everyone.
Your property will be vandalised.
New items will stop working a short time after purchase.
Your personal possessions and creative works will be stolen.
You will be denied your rights on an arbitrary basis.
You will be harassed on the street.
You will be falsely accused.
You will be lied to and misled, and kept uninformed, including by professionals.
You will be sexually abused/assaulted/set up for attack.
You will be subjected to gaslighting.
Trouble-makers, crazies and criminals will gravitate to you as if to a magnet.
You will be harassed and intimidated in your own home.
Your loved ones will be driven away from you.
Your family will be separated from you with lies.
Your friends and possible friends will be driven from you with lies.
Sexual perverts, stalkers, and voyeurs will beat a path to your door, then move in next door.
Total strangers will talk about aspects of your private life.
The police will never investigate your complaints.
The police will investigate every complaint against you, however trivial or imaginary.
Your doctor will refuse to diagnose.
Your solicitor will give you wrong advice.
You will be charged for services you didn’t receive/bad service.
Bureaucracies will lose your essential documents.
Essential documents will be stolen from your home.
You will be accused of crimes you didn’t commit.
If all this has happened to you, it is not Murphy’s Law. The chances are you are a woman, black, gay, working class – any combination. An honest worker of good character.
This targeted persecution is organised community vigilante stalking.
It is called gang stalking.
Aspergers, bureaucratic harassment, Bureaucratic stonewalling, conspiracy, criminal defamation, Freedom of Information, gaslighting, organised stalking, slander, stalking, state sponsored persecution, targeted individuals, Wrong Planet
A major difficulty that targeted indvduals have is identifying what is happening to them. Over the years I made several attempts to uncover why it appeared my reputation was being trashed everywhere I went and people who did not know me knew about things that had happened to me that I hadn’t talked to anyone about.
Among the most helpful were Freedom of Information, and although on their advice I contacted the University I had attended to find out if they had something incorrect in my records, the University merely confirmed my academic record. However, after talking to FOI, I had a Criminal Records Check done on myself which confirmed that I had no criminal record. Both letters, to my complete bafflement, I later found had gone “missing” when I moved house. Obviously I would have kept them in case they were needed.
I only discovered “gangstalking” this year after bizarre behaviour from a relative caused me to contact Wikipedia Reference Desk to see if anyone had an explanation for the outrageous behaviour. (Basically, everything I said, she would assert the opposite. As she is managerial class, and I am not, every time she opened her mouth, I was made out to be a liar. I believe she also removed documents from my flat when I was out, and the next day sent me a text asking if she could have them). And other personal papers, regarding my family history and some writing I had done years ago, had gone missing.
Wiki told me the behaviour was “gaslighting” and further mentioned “mobbing” When I researched these, everything fell into place.
My other attempt to discover what had been going on was when I came to Harrogate 3 years ago, and for the first time had easy access to computers. So naturally I made on line searches to see if anyone else had experienced this, and what ideas they had for how to deal with it. I searched using the words “state sponsored persecution”. Google provided over 6 milllion responses but all seemed to apply to 3rd world countries or were historical. As I whittled these down using the advanced search I still had 6000 and couldn’t narrow the search anymore. I came up with ONE reference of state sponsored persecution for this country (UK), on Wrong Planet, a site for Aspergers.
The lady writing under the handle Pianorak described a classical gangstalked family’s circumstances. She was Asperger and naturally was using the site to try and find out what was happening, and if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. She describes bureaucratic harassment and stonewalling occurring over decades, including financial attacks – losing her earned pension and being denied welfare payments she was entitled to; denial of health care and legal services; inertia from the police and everyone else she complained to; dishonesty and swindling from companies she dealt with; vandalism of her property sabotage of her utilities and abuse everywhere she went.
She also fits the classic target profile, of female, someone who had left an abusive relationship, very intelligent, university degree, moral and also belonging to a category of people in society who are frequently misunderstood. For the record, people on the autistic spectrum are MORE honest than normal people. As you might deduce from their tendency to be literal.
I enter the discussion fairly late as “Wiliamson” as we try and figure out what is going on. The conversation closes, and some months later I do find what is going on, and go back to the site to leave an explanation, but it appears she has left it.
It is worth a look – one wonders how many other people are presently being gang stalked and also can’t figure out what is happening.
“state sponsored persecution”
This theory ties in with a speculation that gang stalking is connected in some way with corrupt police.
It begins with a history lesson. Up until the 1950’s working women, not middle nor professional class, were often so low paid that a single woman on her own could not support herself on her wages. In the ’30’s, 40’s and up to the 50’s the result of this was that many “respectable” working class women occasionally moonlighted as prostitutes, simply in order to make ends meet. In the ’50’s and ’60’s there were other revolutionary social changes. These included the wide availability of reliable contraception and the legalisation of abortion. Until these changes a woman becoming pregnant outside marriage was so stigmatised, that she often became a social outcast – no respectable employer would give her a job, and so many women – perfectly nice women – were forced into prostitution.
It is also a known fact that wherever there has been prostitution police have been greatly involved, in terms of accepting bribes, either as money or free sex.
With contraception and abortion, and women’s pay rising to a level where even lower class women could support themselves, and also education becoming available to this group – along with what had been the copious supply of “good” babies acceptable for middle class adoption, the supply of “good” prostitutes dried up overnight. The police, who had been heavily involved in this criminal industry now found they were losing the income they had previously gained from these exploited women, and the free sex with many “nice” women ceased as well. To add insult to injury these newly liberated working class women were getting qualifications which previously only the relatively privileged classes had been able to obtain, and were queueing up to compete for middle class jobs.
Too many higher sectors of society had nothing to gain and plenty to lose with the emergence of this new competition. The corrupt police wanted their good old days back. Neither middle class men nor women, wanted competition from people they traditionally viewed as belonging to the stupid, and therefore entitled to be exploited, servant class.
In addition intelligent women had become conscious about protecting themselves – putting their career first, being careful to avoid destructive men, maintaining a good reputation to maintain employability, living separately from men rather than take the alternative of an abusive relatironship.
So, when you look at the techniques of gang stalking with particular reference to women, you see these forms of attack: Slander – making out that the women is a prostitute or sexually immoral. This destroys the option of a good relationship and sabotages job opportunities. Telling the world that a woman is a prostitute guarantees that the worst men in the vicinity will take an interest in her, destroys her safety, and privacy and sets her up for sexual attack. Slander and attack long being known as ways of forcing women into becoming prostitutes. Harassment in public spaces is a traditional technique for “keeping women in their place” and are standard methods still commonly used in third world countries, such as Latin American countries and India. Constant noise means the woman can’t simply hide in her room and write novels, or compose music, be an artist, or otherwise engage in constructive activity independently, which might become a foundation for a career. All creative work rerquires a non-distracting environment. Techniques to make the woman look insane, again are old techniques still used in third world societies, and historically in Western societies (or the alternative of being accused of being a witch), to reduce the woman to a sub-human status where she has no protection from any violation, physical or mental.
All old stuff re-packaged for the modern era, powered by the need to turn the clock back, or maintain the status quo. If you are a working class women, especially one with ability, NO-ONE in society wants you to succeed.
I went to live with my husband in his bedsit in Laitwood Road, Balham in 1994. Shortly after I got a job at Balham Sorting and Delivery Office, and my husband got a job at Wimbledon Sewing in Tooting. There were 6 bedsits in the house, and we never saw nor heard any of the other tenants. Then gradually it changed.
. A strange bloke moved into the tiny back bedsit on the ground floor. He used to wake us at night sharpening a large knife on the gatepost. We lived in front middle. Then he went on holiday and kindly lent his room to some friends. Two PROSTITUTES. The house was lively with unsavoury visitors for several weeks until the landlord pitched them out.
. Someone posted DRUGS to the house. So the police were all over the place for several weeks.
. A major NOISE pest moved into one of the top flats. He played his music at disco volume causing great distress to the other tenant on that floor, who would go out onto the landing and plead with him to turn the music down. It must have disturbed the NEIGHBOURS next door too. It didn’t bother us, because we did not share a wall. Then the noise pest brought in a noise sensitive girlfriend who COMPLAINED that my husband was slamming the front door when he went out. Neither I nor my husband slams doors. I never heard anyone slamming doors and our flat was immediately above it.
. The shower worked by putting a nominal charge into the meter. As everybody paid when they had a shower, this would mount up, which was convenient for everyone. The noise pest made a point of RUNNING THE SHOWER METER TO ZERO. I heard one of our other tenants shouting at him when he had been running the shower for ages, to not run the meter down.
. A PSYCHIATRIC nurse moved into the flat immediately above, and brought his work home. The poor chap he brought home would moan, and whimper and plead and complain, and when your man got fed up with him, he put him out in the hall to carry on all night. At that point we called the police, but they didn’t come. This resident also WALKED AROUND ALL NIGHT AND RUNNING TAPS.
. At some point the landlord changed the RENT PAYMENT TO DD rather than collecting it every week. This had the effect that we no longer had weekly chats with him about what was going on in the house, and what was happening with him.
. Finally, an IRA man moved in. That was the last straw. There was a general exodus from the long-suffering tenants, led by us.
. When the house was vacated, the landlord RENOVATED, converting the 6 (affordable) bedsits into 3 flats at £240pw. This was about 15 years ago.
. Then his wife ran off, TAKING THE HOUSE with her.
. After we had moved to Tooting we met the noise pest. He had just bought an attic flat in Streathbourne Rd, for £75k. This from a man with no visible means of support.
What did my husband and I think of this? That London is an over-priced garbage hole in which to live. But we were there because of my husband’s work, where he was highly rated in his field. I only discovered the term gang stalking/organised stalking a few months ago. And it was only after researching gang stalking sites I realised that what we had suffered in London was perhaps not happenstance.
GANG STALKING FEATURES IN BALHAM – PROSTITUTES, DRUGS, NOISE, COMPLAINTS, WASTING MONEY, MENTAL PATIENT, TERRORIST, COMMUNICATION BETWEEN LANDLORD AND TENANTS SEVERED, LANDLORD LOSES HIS HOUSE (and noise pest gains one)
As my husband and I were working, we were the first to move out when the IRA man moved in. We took the first available place which was just round the corner in Cavendish Rd. Cavendish Rd has more traffic than Laitwood, but the ground floor flat was slightly back from the road and we only had one upstairs neighbour. So it could have been peaceful, except we were under another NOISE pest. He played his music so loud we couldn’t hear our tv even at full volume, and he played his music a lot. Secondly, he and his wife took turns in OVERFILLING THEIR BATH, so we were presented with the sight of water pouring through the ceiling, waiting for the fireworks when it hit something electric. The piece de resistance was when there was a FIRE in the upstairs flat and I came home to the sight of all our possessions neatly stacked in the middle of the room (the firemen were brilliant) covered with a taurpaulin. The only thing we lost was a smoked ironing board cover. We moved to Tooting. Then the landlord that we had never met kindly offered that we include a CLAIM ON HIS INSURANCE for our damaged possessions. We said no thanks, and pointed out that we hadn’t lost anything.
GANG STALKING FEATURES AT 2ND FLAT – NOISE, OVERFLOWING BATH, FIRE, INVITATION TO COMMIT AN ILLEGAL ACT
We then moved to a bedsit on Balham High Rd, Tooting. It was bound to be noisy as the flat fronted a road which was a main artery into London, and the traffic NEVER stopped. Not nice, but the rent was low for a very nice large room. The neighbours when we moved in were a guy at the top who was out at work all day, and 2 pensioners, a white chap with health problems, and a friendly Jamaican, who was no bother to anybody. The flat above was empty as the elderly chap had recently died. Directly underneath was a pleasant Portuguese cafe, which was so quiet you would not know anyone was there.
In a few months everything changed. The Portuguese cafe closed and was taken over by people who were running an all night disco. The NOISE, at high volume would start at 6pm and sometimes ran through to 6 am, but guaranteed up to 2 am. (I started work at 6 am). I was puzzled. How could a 9-5 cafe suddenly become an overnight disco? The cafe was certainly not licensed and nobody is serving orange juice at 2 in the morning. I wrote to the Council enquiring as to their opening hours, and if they were licensed. I got a FOB OFF REPLY which told me nothing.
At the same time the NOISE PEST from hell moved into the flat directly above. We could hardly hear her from the noise from below. It caused such distress to the other 2 tenants adjoining her flat that they both made plans to move out. The noise we were getting from below us was so great that at one point the noise pest from above came storming down the stairs to tell us to turn our music down, only realising that the noise was coming from the restaurant below when she reached our landing.
When the chap at the top of the house moved out we moved into his flat, and the disco on the ground floor then closed down and was replaced by a perfectly standard restaurant. We were now above the noise pest, which is better than below.
This landlord also changed the rental payment to DD so that we lost the TWO WAY COMMUNICATION with the letting agents, who had also moved their office out of London.
The old guy with health problems moved out and then what at first seemed a really nice African migrant moved into his tiny bedsit. A nurse. She was quiet and she didn’t stand the noise pest. She actually got her to keep the noise down a bit by standing on the landing outside her door and shrieking at her. The improvement was so great I was about to thank her when something happened. One Friday evening she started to play loud music. I thought, here we go again, and replied by putting my speakers on the floor and blasting her out. Shortly after my husband came in from work looking really worried. He said there was a group of about 20 African migrants hanging about the alley, the entry to our flats. Then I realised that the lady below had intended to throw a party.
When she moved in something else happened. Letters to all sorts of African names started arriving, people who did not live there. After the first woman had been there a few months, she left and somebody else moved in. The flat we had moved from had been empty and then the landlord had repainted and recarpeted. As I was going to work one morning I noticed the door was open. Curious to see what the landlord had done with our old flat I pushed the door open – and a girl was standing there. Just a girl. No furnishings, no possessions. I apologised, said I thought the flat was empty and went on to work. The other thing. Somebody kept breaking the security door. It was weird. This was London. People lock their doors and count themselves lucky if they have a security door. But somebody evidently wanted to be able to walk in at any time. And the communal door was also left open.
It was a regular merry go round. You never knew who was in the house from one week to the next. Police were always calling and talking to the Africans, but they never knew the person, it was nothing to do with them. At least at the top of the house we had a bit of peace. My husband came in from work in a fine temper. He said he had passed the bathrooms on the way up and he had no idea how many were in there or what they were doing, but at least they could have closed the door. The person in the flat below the bathrooms, at the back of the house was flooded out twice with OVERFLOWING BATHS and got so fed up she moved out.
Apart from our address having become a general mail drop for at least a dozen people I noticed that the names of the people who were most often in the house, kept changing. The first and surname would be reversed. The spelling of the names would be slightly altered. Mr would become Miss and so on.
One day as I was going up the stairs I heard an Irish girl talking to one of the Africans. Shortly after I went for a doctor ‘s appointment, and the secretary told me I wasn’t registered with them. The doctor came out and met me and seemed really embarrassed. For some reason my medical records had been sent to the other side of London .
A year before he was due to retire my husband was identified as having cancer. The treatment nearly killed him, as he lost so much weight and he was very frail. One night the fire alarm went off. Everybody piled out, and the girl whose small bedsit had caught fire walked past me, dressed in what looked like an assortment of shoe laces. My husband was helped into the ambulance to wait while the firemen did their work. But he was in a sorry state.
On one of the return visits of the first lady who had come to the address, after several weeks she announced to us when passing in the hall, that she had just had a baby. Our jaws dropped. She was a small skinny woman, who hadn’t looked pregnant. Shortly after I was coming in the communal door which backed onto the restaurant, when a man and a woman came out. The woman looked fortyish, and not very bright. She engaged the Asian staff in conversation, who clearly were not interested but were too polite to say so. They just smiled and nodded. She was gushing on about how she had just had a baby, and she didn’t have it any more. She sounded very pleased with herself and was dying to tell someone. The baby came and went.
Later this landlord also renovated his flats, converting the bedsits into self-contained flats, by the method of putting a wall down the middle and making them ensuite. We could no longer afford the top flat and moved into a room similar to the one we had started in – a good sized bedsit. But now it was a one bed flat. The wall down the middle meaning whatever room we were in we were living in a matchbox. This brought about a 50% increase in accommodation costs as we now had 2 sets of rates on top, and the landlord fixed the electric meter to a weekly standing charge of £2.50 pw. (We were now paying £130 pa, for nothing.)
Some Eastern European migrants moved into the top flat. I came in one day to see some correspondence to one of the Africans had been torn open – it was a claim for child benefit. Someone had scribbled on it – I don’t see no baby.
Next day the baby came back.
When my husband had cancer he was unable to work and his income dropped dramatically. At the same time I came down with arthritis and could barely move. At the same time our cost of living had shot up. I worked out precisely what it was costing us to stay in a noisy bedsit, scarcely room to move, unsavoury neighbours, and it worked out at £9,300 pa, unavoidable accommodation costs. That wiped out entirely one of our monthly incomes, either mine or my husband’s. We had had annual rent increases every year in the 11 years we were at that address. My husband asked the landlord not to increase the rent, but when he did, we had had enough. I packed in my job, and we moved up North for a lower cost of living and higher quality of life.
GANGSTALKING FEATURES IN TOOTING – NOISE, OFFICIAL INDIFFERENCE TO LAWBREAKING, PROSTITUTES?, OVERFLOWING BATHS, FIRE, BREAKING OF COMMUNICATION BETWEEN LANDLORD/LETTING AGENTS AND TENANTS, UPGRADING PREMISES INCREASING RENTS, INCREASING COSTS, WELFARE FRAUD? DID OUR LANDLORD LOSE HIS HOUSES/BUSINESS?
Anyone who has tried to live in London controlling their living costs will recognise this picture. And they might reasonably argue – that just comes with the turf of living in London. OK, but I think it a bit fishy that these unpleasant events which were ongoing only occurred after we had moved into premises which were fine when we moved in. As occupants at a multiple-occupancy address you have no control over who is put under the same roof as you. Our first landlord was easy going, but up till then had always pitched trouble makers out. Then he stopped doing it. Our second landlord was also easy going, not charging the highest rent possible and relying on the letting agents to do their job. Well, this is what he was paying them for. No-one listened to our complaints and when rent was paid by DD, again a perfectly normal procedure, it also had the effect that we couldn’t update our landlords with what was happening, nor receive feedback from them, what was happening to them.
So, for 17 years we paid through the nose for awful accommodation, neighbours from hell, and look see, – I am now recorded at living at addresses which were frequented by known criminals, terrorist, mental patient, drug dealer? prostitutes? welfare fraudsters? arsonists? anti-social noise pests.
Precisely the lies that organised stalkers, gang stalkers tell about their targets. And if they say I lived at addresses with features of all the above, actually it is not a lie. Except I had nothing to do with it.
Blacklisting, con game, corruption, criminal conspiracy, cult recruitment, defamation, fair game, false flag recruitment, organised crime, slander, stalking, targeted individuals are bait, vigilante stalking
Gang stalking is spread by targeted individuals being used as bait. The target is harassed everywhere they go, by noisy anti-social neighbours, by lies, slander and rumours spread about them, and vandalism of their property and work materials. When the harassment gets too great, they might be forced to leave their home and their job and relocate to another area – where the harassment continues.
So, what is the purpose? The purpose is to recruit. The Target, the Bait, must make contact with new landlords/letting agents/estate agents, bank staff, medical staff, employers and work colleagues – all of whom will now be approached with carefully orchestrated lies about the target/bait. The lie will be chosen which will do most to make the target appear a despicable person to the person lied to, and most likely to bring about the prospective gang stalkers support. All these people will be happy to cooperate, believing that they are helping law enforcement, and protecting their local community from a criminal/immoral influence. But they are the ones being duped as the target/bait is not a criminal.
Once recruited, these people are in a strong position to affect peoples lives – prevent them from getting employment or accommodation. They have access to hundreds of peoples confidential records which can be lost or altered.
The people recruited to carry out the VIGILANTE stalking/harassment are the real targets of the criminal gang stalking cult.
They will be encouraged to commit crimes, many white collar.
These are self-funding operations. Anyone in the vicinity with resources – owning a house or having savings, will be seperated from their assets to fund the operations.
More information on gang stalking can be found on the sites exposegangstalking and targeted-individuals.
I was stalked and slandered when I was a student at Ulster University (Coleraine) from 1976. I was rejected in my application for post-graduate before I took my finals. Up till then I had been getting high grades.
The stalking and slander continued when I lived at International House (Selly Oak, Birmingham) 1985.
I was stalked and slandered while working at Balham Sorting and Delivery Office (Sth London) up until 2011. I lived at three addresses in London. The first, for seven years, was Laitwood Road, Balham. All the tenants moved out when an IRA man moved in. The second address we occupied for six months, Cavendish Road until a fire occurred in the flat above. The third address was Balham High Road where we lived for 10 years, until the rent became too high.
I now live in Harrogate and the stalking and slander continue.