I am still along way from coming to terms with being used as bait by criminal gang stalkers. They have forced me to be a tool of their crimes, and as yet I have not found a way to bring an end.
For most of my working life I worked for Royal Mail., starting early and finishing early. Having the afternoons free I used to go to the gym before the sudden onset of arthritis put a stop to that, and from time to time worked in various charity shops.
About eight years ago when I lived in London, the charity shop closest to me opened up a bookshop. As I spend a lot of time reading working in a bookshop appealed to me, so I volunteered, and arranged to go in one afternoon each week. As soon as I started there was an influx of volunteers, and not the usual type. Too young, too smooth, perfect for a standard office, but in comparison with the slighly shabby workers who usually work in charity shops they stood out like sore thumbs. And then, of course the games started. Loud conversations about topics I was supposedly interested in. That I could ignore, but what I couldn’t ignore was this was a gay support charity, and it was only a few hundred yards from a militant mosque. Now Muslims aren’t dummies. They would be aware of a gay charity shop in their vicinity, but as it was low key and not bothering anyone they could ignore it. But how could they ignore a charity shop on their doorstep stuffed with spies? I only worked a few weeks, and with regret packed it in. The spy masters might not care that they were putting innocent charity workers into a hazardous situation, but I did. But this was not my first experiece of the stalkers doing things with complete disregard for bystanders safety and well-being.
My absence of social life was making my life hard to infiltrate. Apart from going to work, how did I spend my time? I read books, went to the gym, watched tv, and played computer games. Now, it seemed I couldn’t even volunteer in a charity shop without forcing my colleagues to interact with people that any sane person would rather avoid.
So they couldn’t get to me any other way, so they infiltrated my workplace, but that is a different story and too long to tell here.
The other side of the equation is accommodation. You have to live somewhere. When my husband died last year I immediately moved into smaller and cheaper accommodation – and most of the residents in this lovely multiple-occupancy house were turfed out so that my stalkers could move in. However, I did not wish to remain in Harrogate. As I cannot drive I am isolated here. I wanted to return to Bradford where I had lived 25 years ago before I moved to London to be with my husband. I worked in an office at the University and Bradford had one of the best public libraries I had ever been in. Also Bradford is central to several other largish towns all within a short distance.
So I went to Bradford to find accommodation. What a contrast to London. In London I had paid over £700 per month for a tiny bedsit converted to flat by putting a wall down the middle. In Bradford I found a self-contained studio for £260 per month, exclusive of rates. If that flat had been in London, the queue would have circled the block. But I then found out that the library has been shut for months for renovations and did not look as if it was going to be open any time soon. I went down to the University to see if there were any courses I could do. Only graduate courses at £9,000 a year – way beyond my means, and they no longer did other courses which would have given me access to the University library and computers. So, Bradford was out.
So that should have been the end of it. But not for my prospective landlord. It seems that not only my actual landlords are set up to have their lives trashed , but anyone I talked to as a prospective landlord. For it has come to my attention that the stalkers have attached themselves to the unfortunate man who was willing to let his flat to me in Rand Place.
What does it feel like to be bait? Used by criminals to further their objectives at the expense of ordinary, decent working people?
I can’t answer you. My upbringing, my schooling made it all seem so simple. If you are not a criminal you don’t do crime and that is all there is to it. Nobody taught me how you deal with criminals, who without your consent, and against all your values, use you as bait for carrying out crimes against innocent people.