The anonymous break-ins that have plagued my life since I moved into my current flat at the beginning of 2011 continue.
There was one on 19 July, which included vandalism, business sabotage and theft.
There was another one today. (I suspect that it happened when I went to the post office. It appears to have been aimed at making me feel unsafe in my own bed as I found out about it late at night.)
I expect there to be another one on 13 September.
If you want to know more about how something like this comes about (otherisation), read my latest book, “Is cruelty cool?”:
These break-ins and the rest of the often fairly vicious forms of sabotage of all aspects of my life occur with the awareness and acceptance hence approval of Portsmouth Police and the LibDem leadership in this city, sadly. Just like Bijan Ebrahimi in Bristol, I’ve asked the police for help many times but contacting police only made matters worse. I have also asked the council for help many times.
A little over a year ago, I asked two of my clients in the Netherlands to call the local council leader, Gerald Vernon-Jackson, after I came home one night from London and found that my home had been vandalised again. Karel Keesman, a professor at WUR, did. I eventually got to talk with Gerald Vernon-Jackson (council leader; voorzitter van de gemeenteraad). He indicated that what I am dealing with is the local culture and that I will just have to get used to this, which Steve Pitt (now deputy council leader) had also indicated to me several times over the past ten years. (But what it is is essentially one long betting game on whether or not I will commit suicide as my life is made literally impossible, for sheer practical reasons, isn’t it? How is that an acceptable part of local “culture”, Messrs Pitt and Vernon-Jackson? Do you really want me to end up like Bijan Ebrahimi? He too encountered a little bit too much “local culture”, didn’t he?) After that conversation with Vernon-Jackson, the vandalism abated for a while, but the rest of the sabotage continued in full force.
Bijan Ebrahimi was lynched in Bristol a few years ago. Killed and set on fire, fully enabled (understatement) by his local police and the council (“gemeente”). He was physically disabled, kind, gentle, smart and Iranian. (Yes, Bristol again. Four police officers were fired, two jailed.) His ordeal lasted seven years. See for example this documentary and this Wikipedia page:
We need to stop this kind of shit, which is currently accepted throughout England. I blame British politicians for it. Many are much worse than Donald Trump and have been much worse than Donald Trump for a long time. But nobody wants to hear it because as Keir Starmer (the current leader of the Labour Party) has made very clear, white English people believe that bad shit only happens in other countries and that what happens in their own country is perfectly alright.
After all, the English are perfect. They also point the finger at human rights abuses in other countries and firmly believe that in their own country, human rights are only about allowing prisoners to watch porn. (This belief is even prevalent among the LibDems, it seems.)
Human rights include not locking up people indefinitely for no other reason than that they are believed to be not British (sometimes they are), while they lose their homes, jobs and driving licences. Human rights include not keeping millions and millions of white Brits dirt-poor and not blaming these government decisions on people from other countries. (Ask Philip Alston. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Alston) Human rights means not showering women with hate day in day out. (England’s level of misogyny is quite shocking; ask Rashida Manjoo. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rashida_Manjoo) And human rights means not “demonising” (term used by the Guardian in this context) people who are over 35 or 45. Because English gerontophobia does not start at 70. It starts much earlier.
(People suffering from gerontophobia – behaving as if afraid of catching dementia from older adults – make a fool of themselves. Dementia is not contagious and it’s not true that everyone over 45 is demented. Does it come about in the same way as other anxiety disorders, such as agoraphobia?)
It is also about not forcing people to drown in the Channel because they want to reunite with their family, which they had been promised they would be allowed to do. It is about not causing EU officials to say about Britain’s latest proposal in this area “It doesn’t bring much added value, we suspect it’s more about sending people back”.
Human rights include my right to make a living, call and e-mail people and not having local script kiddies who work at places like Virgin and O2 or whoever it is in practice for example mess with e-mails from friends and clients, my right to be allowed to feel safe at home and my right to go to places and not get fucked with non-stop. I walked around for hours in Southampton once, a very unpleasant place, because I didn’t want to go back to Portsmouth. I had attended an event at the University of Southampton but the fear and despair that go with living in Portsmouth for me cloaked me like a very heavy blanket all day. That is what human rights are also about, dear LibDems. It is not about porn for prisoners, it is not something idiotic that the EU has saddled you with but is about the protection of all humans. YOUR country was one of the architects of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and they came about after the atrocities committed by Nazi Germany, the systematic pursuit and eradication of everyone who was not blond and blue-eyed and in perfect health. (For the record, this idea – eugenics – sprung in ENGLAND, not in Germany.)
The universally declared human rights are not perfect. They are out of date, for instance, and they are highly “western” in the sense that they do not reflect other countries’s values well (the rights of communities rather than of individuals, so I understand). But for now, it is all we have and you all collectively wipe your ass with it because you would rather glorify and encourage cruelty in your country, it seems. But there is more to it. Read the book.
All this does to me is encourage me to continue doing what I am doing and do more of it, not less.
I am well aware that my home country is not perfect either. I am also well aware that the local stuff I am exposed to includes a few people whose brains work very differently from mainstream people’s brains (but most of what goes on is carried out by the latter, not the former). Read the book. None of this is straightforward. We are living in an increasingly polarised world and it is becoming increasingly important to call it out. So all I can do, really, and must do is become louder and louder and louder at the risk of pissing increasingly more people off for “not knowing my place” and all that.