So I recently spent 6 weeks back in the UK, mainly in London, on account of my ill mother who was diagnosed with cancer during the summer.
The worst experiences were at the Fulham Broadway Shopping Center, which I will describe fully in a separate post, although I have posted about my being intimidated by the security guard at the Boots pharmacy, where I had to fetch prescriptions for my seriously ill mother (my mother actually responded well to treatment and is improving, and I have another family member there now to look after her).
Another bad experience was at Clapham Junction station, when I was sitting in Cafe Nero and the security guard for the Sainsburys opposite immediately recognized me, started biting his lip, and then repeatedly mocked me for ‘thinking he was looking at me’. I did record him doing this, or rather thought I did, but unfortunately I was using the front camera on my smartphone instead of the back.
One other hotspot was at Marks & Spencers in High Street Kensington. I hadn’t been in that store for many years, and only infrequently when I did live in that area more than a decade ago, yet when I went in, a female shop assistant in her forties or fifties immediately appeared to ‘recognize me’ and pointed me out to other cashiers who then were constantly looking over at me judgementally. So I am being pointed out to not only security guards, but also cashiers and shop assistants, in multiple branches of Marks & Spencers in at least two different countries. The pretence at a ‘legal justification’ that the police appear to be operating under, is a mental health breakdown I suffered nearly 15 years ago, caused by them, probably deliberately.
Perhaps the most disturbing thing of all in the six weeks, is the number of police officers I passed who clearly recognized me and made a very forced point of turning to their colleagues and laughing. These utter bent inhuman psychopaths think that torturing a mentally disabled individual for nearly 15 years, in the most sadistic and cruel way possible to do so, is hilarious.
My Next Steps
This blog is half an attempt to stay sane and cope with what has been happening to me at the hands of the Met Police for nearly 15 years, and half to put a stop to it, or at least to shame some of the sadistic psychopathic individuals hiding behind a uniform who take part in it, such as the woke ‘neurodiversity rights’ fraud PCSO Victor Finch at Gatwick Airport.
At least I’m doing something in documenting these experiences here. I’ve made well over 100 complaints to stores, security firms etc., and rarely get a reply back (but clenched fists from security, managers, and even cashiers in the stores in question on my next visit). I’ve sought legal help and told my case is ‘too complex’ or even that ‘ I don’t have a chance’. I’ve petitioned anti-torture charities such as Redress only to be told bluntly to ‘stop spamming’ them.
It helps me to survive just to know I am doing something, and here are some more constructive things I can do over the coming weeks.
- I will post a full description of my experiences at Fulham Broadway Shopping Center, and my failure to get any help from the head of security Mark Adedeji or the center administrator Giulia Puricelli.
- I will draft a letter to the MP for Hammersmith and Fulham Mr Greg Hands, detailing my allegations of 13 years of torture by the Met Police in at least a dozen countries, with particular reference to my recent experiences in the Fulham Broadway Shopping Center, stressing not only the abuse and gaslighting I have endured there, but the fact that the security guards behave in appalling ways that affect other people – such as looking up women’s skirts on the escalator, or intimidating me from obtaining vital prescriptions for my cancer stricken mother, in order to ‘punish me’ at the encouragement or incitement of Hammersmith and Fulham police.
- I will forward a copy of the draft on to both Mark Adededji and Giulia Puricelli, and if I receive no reply, will send the letter both by e-mail and by registered post (physical letter) to Mr Greg Hands.