If a Mafia were to wish my internet writings to stay off-print and off-sale, I think I know.
You notice a person on the offensive against your argument. You make an assumption that this "camp A" is invested in keeping you down. You wouldn't if they openly contradicted you as you, but they just adress (some of) your points, making them look bad, omitting any kind of reference to your own blogs, that might make them look good.
You write an angry letter. Next day someone from "camp A" asks "is the worst over?" in a casual conversation previously about material factors. You answer "I hope so" and only five minutes after he's gone, you realise the connection to the guy you wrote the letter to and wonder if he was asking about your mental wellbeing, attributing the letter to some kind of mental breakdown. You write another letter to "camp A" ...
The day after that, someone from "camp B" answers your greeting by a greeting followed by "are you OK?"
There is plausible deniability. It actually is cold, I actually am homeless, so there actually is some question about my material wellbeing.
However there is, and this may be actually reversed as I get to my post tomorrow, the non-answer to the first letter. That's why this will appear tomorrow, Monday 29th, while I'm writing it on Sunday, Holy Innocents. Tomorrow we'll see if there is an answer.*
The letter was not a letter begging for more alms, though there was indignation over blocking of monetary alms, as I recall. So, giving is not an answer to what I wrote. Answering is an answer.*
There is also this, my second and shorter letter yesterday may have brought "camp A" to the realisation I have a quarrel with them. Today someone from "camp B" asked. Like, if both camps were in on the idea of pretending I'm not really well, and that not primarily about lice or gout (on both of these, I'm actually recovering).
There is also this, both camps have had several occasions to catch up on these three facts:
- I do not intend on going back to Sweden
- I do very clearly intend to remain an author and (unless stopped) become paper published
- I do not enjoy strangers asking if I'm well.
Obviously, if I were hit by a car or mauled in a fight, I might prefer someone asking me if I was well over for instance continuing the physical onslaught or ignoring my plight. But existing in the street and being me are not in and of themselves plights that justify this.
Several occasions ... since when? Well, basically since 2020, for the middle one. The first and last would have become pretty clear by 2023. Before Easter, on Holy Thursday, random people from (obviously on ethnic probabilities) "camp B" started asking me if I was well, and I made a whole campaign of saying "stop, I don't want this to go on" ... meanwhile, my mother died the day I left to visit her, I didn't go all the way to Sweden (details about the funeral spooked me out, to be frank), I returned to Paris.
By now, these things should be clear unless it were for me in exhausted or relaxed or surprised occasions not re-re-re-reclarifying them and that being taken as a denial of my explicit clarifications.
Why "Mafia"? It's not just the pretty blatant denial of my rights. It's also the collusion between two very different camps on one item of socially blocking a project or two or three that is within someone's (in fact mine) rights, and "camp A" means the Catholic or rather Novus Ordo parish nearby, "camp B" means people from usually Muslim populations (in more than one occasion, people I know to be Muslims). It's also that my non-compliance with their "expectations" is seen as me not being well, I'm offered an "excuse" on a golden plate, so to speak.
- remaining outside Sweden**
- remaining a Catholic and not a Modernist so called such
- remaining a writer dealing with and providing religious polemics.
I start to ask myself, did the death of 132 and the wounding of 413 (I read the pamphlet Fluctuat nec mergitur — Paris se souvient) on 15 Nov. 2015 buy the "non-Islamist" and therefore relied on "non-terrorist" Muslims a right to harrass me, which they would otherwise have lost?
Oh, by the way, why I am not going to the police instead of to my readers on this blog ... I was at the police, twice over, after my things were ransacked and my sewing gear stolen. The police had no interest in helping me if I couldn't name one single offender. In other words, it had no intention of looking into the question whether "camp B" had gone too far, it must be a single offender issue so no people group gets to be blamed. And yes, second time I was at the police, one of the lady officers there was ethnically from West Africa so presumably "camp B". There are probably no statistics on how many policemen overall in Paris were Muslims in 2015 and how many are so now. I think there are more. And it shows in the perception of the rights of a homeless writer.
Hans Georg Lundahl
Paris
Holy Innocents***
28.XII.2025
In Bethlehem Judae natalis sanctorum Innocentium Martyrum, qui pro Christo ab Herode Rege interfecti sunt.
* There was no mail in my mail box at the Salvation Army, 29.XII. Perhaps a Quoran could count as a partial answer, but he didn't specify being from that parish: Le caté de nos jours ... ** I have not mentioned Swedes here, they are often out of sight, but those who know Swedish, take a look at this video about Astrid Lindgren: SÄPO övervakade Astrid Lindgren - Hennes brott CHOCKAR. They might not be totally absent. *** But will be published tomorrow. / Was published today (29.XII).
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