Written by Alison Chabloz
Despite everything that has happened to me and despite protests to the contrary from the usual suspects, I refuse to play victim.
However, the tale I am about to tell will reveal why I now feel I have every right to feel strongly aggrieved.
This time my anger is directed towards those bureaucrats and intelligence officers who gave instructions last Friday, May 22nd, to an eight-man police squad to come hammering on my door at 9.30 am.
Who is the senior officer who issued a warrant for my arrest, including a thorough search of my home and seizure of numerous devices – including stuff that does not even belong to me – on yet another trumped-up allegation of religiously aggravated harassment from a victim whose earlier exact same allegation against me was already investigated and closed with No Further Action back in 2016?
There is more to this latest episode of state persecution than would appear at first glance.
Already on bail since January following my arrest outside Derby Magistrates by two Special Branch officers, this latest farce is simply another attempt – by those who botched a bad job by ordering my prosecution in the first place – to gag, intimidate and punish me further for refusing to bow down to tyranny.
Maybe I’m wrong, but was Special Branch (SB) basically offering me a job?
The authorities are worried about the rise of ethno-nationalism and, mainly thanks to my prosecution, see me as having some kind of influence within the movement.
The authorities also believed me to be isolated following the attempted surgical removal drama of 2019: a long story, but if this is the quality of SB officers, then no wonder this country is in such a state.
My flat refusal to participate in any such scheme (as an informant) was therefore sanctioned with six months’ police bail.
Tommy Robinson has never been gagged. Not even when he’s behind bars… Why such draconian measures when it comes to yours truly?
Each month, I receive another email from DC Chris Reed, extending what is in effect a gagging order, with the excuse that the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) still has not reached a charging decision.
That particular allegation – another S. 127 Communications Act offence for having said something untoward during an Internet radio interview in July 2019 – has a six-month statute of limitations.
The latest new bail date falls the week after my upcoming breach appeal, which means I might well be back in jail serving the remaining three weeks of my sentence (for writing on my own website during my first year on probation).
Therefore, the six-month time limit for bringing charges under S. 127 has already passed, not just for the original broadcast date, but also with regards to the date I was first contacted by Special Branch last November.
None of these bail extensions has been signed by a senior police officer as is required by law. I shall refer to this issue again shortly. But for now, back to last Friday.
I was still sleeping when the hammering began.
Dazed, I ran to the door, opened it a crack and was immediately assaulted by a herd of goons sent to throttle the living daylights out of me.
An over- zealous female PC Singh grabbed both my forearms and arrested me. I heard no caution; no request to confirm my identity.
Still under the vice-like grip of Ms Singh, I hollered my indignation: would she be prepared to use violence against me?
At this, she backed off, whilst her colleagues began their search.
They wanted to get me into the police van there and then.
Still in my pyjamas, I declined to give consent and spent the next hour lying on my bed whilst Singh stood over me, glaring, and whilst her colleagues went through all my drawers, excitedly taking photographs of various objects, including books, DVDs, sheet music, pages of song lyrics, my little recording studio…
In all, police seized six laptops, an iPad, five mobile phones, three cameras and a pile of song lyrics.
In charge were two young detectives in plain clothes who, I later learned, were from the local community CID “hate crime” squad.
One noticed a lyric sheet mentioning Les six millions (in French) and asked for a photo.
Clearly well-trained in the imposition of Shoah dogma, he also insisted on taking photos of revisionist works which, admittedly, happen to dominate my book shelf.
Not quite used to this level of intrusion and brutality, once all the officers were gathered in my bedroom, I gave them my side of the story about how this alleged victim had already made similar accusations against me that were NFA’d in 2016; how this victim, two years prior in 2014, had been openly involved in trying to “destroy” me and my professional career; how the police had worded a cease and desist recorded-delivery letter which this victim had duly received and signed for; how police then turned their backs when I showed them new evidence, telling me that this new material was not directly addressed to me and that they were therefore powerless to act; how this victim’s lawyer at the time sent me death threats; how this victim works on behalf of a foreign power: Israel – and international Zionism…
“And all of you, therefore,” I scolded, “are also working on behalf of Zionism and Israel, rather than protecting the interests of this country and the people you are supposed to serve. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I AM SO ANGRY?”
Sheepishly, all of them nodded in unison.
From then on, they were kinder, especially PC Liu who managed to persuade his female associate that it was unnecessary either to handcuff or to restrain me further as I was led to the police van…
In all my experience of police officers, it is always the females who are the most vicious.
Such is the brutality that the authorities are willing to wreak upon a peaceful minstrel who has done nothing wrong!
Treated like a common criminal in my own country which my forefathers fought for and sacrificed their lives for, all in the name of “Freedom”.
On arrival at the station, when considering the reason for my arrest on an allegation of harassment, the Desk Sergeant was clearly concerned that a) such a police response had been appropriate in the first instance, rather than an interview under caution and b) that I had not been handcuffed.
I was put into a custody cell and waited to hear from my solicitor.
Coronavirus restrictions meant that I would be represented over the phone.
The interview didn’t last long.
I no-commented throughout.
There was a risk that I would be kept overnight and charged with breach of bail, as explained above.
In the end, I was bailed at 8pm, with condition not to contact the Victim.
This bail sheet is at least in accordance with the law.
By the time I arrived home, it was too late to participate in the scheduled Patriotic Talk Karaoke livestream in aid of a Rotherham Charity hotline for victims of grooming gangs.
Moreover, the event had had to be cancelled earlier in the week after the charity had received letters of complaint, allegedly originating from the very same victim of my latest alleged song-crime…
According to this victim, grooming gang victims should not be allowed to benefit from fundraisers organised by neo-nazi Jew- haters…
Bad news comes in twos and threes… I then learned the horridly sad news of the sudden death of my friend and ally, Simon Harris, of European Freedom. My condolences to his family and friends. RIP.
So there we have it: communism by the front door…
I have a good friend now in her 70s who has been plagued by stalkers for the past year.
Police have done nothing to help her. Of course not. They are far too busy checking people’s thoughts and beliefs.
My solicitor seems to think it’s doubtful that any charges will be brought against me.
And I agree.
This victim would not make a credible witness, in part due to past police negligence as described above and also because of mitigation from the witness stand at my Crown Court appeal in February 2019, when I was able to explain my story in detail from the very beginning.
This victim is ultimately responsible for all my legal woes to date. All for Israel and the six million.
With all my devices gone, I am unable to continue my audio book schedule and therefore unable to earn a living.
With my phone gone and lockdown in place, I am unable to seek out my contacts.
Fortunately, a close friend lent me some emergency equipment, so that I could call my family and friends, letting them know about this latest round of persecution.
Tomorrow, I will seek advice on how to recover at least my work computer and hopefully be able to get back to recording soon.
It is truly harrowing to have uniformed thugs enter your house and start rummaging though your possessions.
I still feel violated.
My forearms still smart from the excessive force used to restrain me by the keen-to-impress newbie WPC Singh.
Restrain me from what? From singing El Cielo Lindo – one of the songsheets that raised CID’s suspicions and was seized, among other classics..?
My legal team is still awaiting disclosure from the CPS regarding next month’s adjourned breach trial.
This disclosure, namely regarding Campaign Against Antisemitism (CAA) political meddling in my trial, was requested last October, then again in court in January, February and also last month.
Still no word.
The victim’s Facebook page currently features a recent comment asking why I haven’t yet been “mossaded”.
But who needs Mossad, especially when local police forces are now trained to do Israel’s dirty work at the drop of a hat?
My prosecution, conviction and ongoing targeting reveal in a nutshell the extent and influence of Jewish power over all our major institutions.
So much so, that it seems my case has become an embarrassment for these same institutions, therefore spurring yet more attempts to silence me at all costs.
The “media approved” free speech brigade – Hopkins, Watson, Young, Doyle, Yaxley-Lennon, Sargon, Dankula, et al., – will they be speaking out in my defence?
Or will they, like their controllers, turn a blind eye and hope that my musical-satirical influence is vapourised into non-existence by way of ever-more stringent state-sponsored sanctions and brutish bullying?
If I do meet an untimely end in the coming weeks, please keep sharing my songs whenever possible.
They are my gifts to the Truth Movement.
As I’ve already stated on numerous occasions, “they” can kill me, but they’ll never be able to kill my songs.
In true Talmudic fashion, CAA Silverman may try to control copyright, but the fact that I am the author and composer is, unfortunately for him and his pals, written in legal concrete.
He never should have listened to this victim and he knows it.
CAA need a fall guy: someone whose actions may result in further postponement or indeed cancellation of CPS disclosure and get CAA off the hook regarding its dubious charitable status – a point this victim might wish to ponder, as the final nails are hammered into the coffin of her beloved Tommy Robinson movement.