Discontinuities in a person’s life such as moving location cause the loss of a social group who know that person, making it easier to target that person for identity theft, by which I mean replacing that person with someone fraudulently claiming to be them.
People who retire to a different area are vulnerable to this, particularly elderly women who tend to have fewer social contacts and may have been socially isolated while acting as a carer for their husband.
Lies told about a person nobody knows are readily believed. Of course, telling lies about someone will isolate them further, preventing them from forming new social contacts.
In order to replace the target with a substitute the ground is prepared in advance. The original person must be discredited so that when their substitute turns up claiming to be them, it is the fraud rather than the real person who will have credibility. Sleights of hand are employed. Over time the Target is stigmatised by association with a range of crimes and criminal associations that have nothing to do with them, but this accumulating “evidence” creates a plausible criminal profile.
I worked and lived in London with my late-husband for 17 years. In that time I did not know I was a target of gang stalking, but the following events occurred.
We lived at three addresses. In the first house of bed-sits the original residents were normal people whom we neither saw nor heard. The ideal neighbours. After I moved in the tenants changed. A strange character moved in who used to sharpen a large knife on the gate post outside. He lent his room to some prostitutes until the landlord evicted both them and the original tenant. Someone attempted to post drugs to the address. A noise pest moved in. A psychiatric nurse moved in who brought his work home. When he got tired of the poor soul ‘s moaning and whining he just dumped him in the hall so that all the tenants could enjoy it. Finally an IRA man moved into the house and all the remaining tenants moved out. The bed-sits were converted into luxury flats and changed ownership.
We moved around the corner where our upstairs neighbour was another noise pest, overflowed his bath and we were forced to move when the upstairs flat was gutted by fire. I had spent the six months at that address trying to sort out the bureaucratic mess left by the previous tenants – transient migrants – who had not paid council tax nor utility bills. That house was beautifully rebuilt with the insurance money.
The next multiple-occupancy bed-sit again had lovely neighbours when we first moved in. The flat immediately above was empty as the previous tenant, an elderly man had died. There was a working man in the top flat and two retired gentleman, one a friendly Jamaican the other an elderly white man with health problems. The Portuguese cafe beneath us was so quiet you would think the unit was unoccupied. More ideal neighbours. In a few months the situation changed. The Portuguese cafe closed and the new tenants were running an all-night disco, with noise blasting from 6pm to 2am, sometimes all night. When I queried the Council how a non-licensed cafe open 9-5 could become an all-night disco, I received a fob-off reply. Change of opening hours? Being licensed to sell alcohol at 2am? Aren’t there planning laws involved here? Don’t people have to apply for a licence to sell alcohol? Aren’t nearby residents informed in advance of any such change? Apparently laws that apply to society in general are in abeyance in my vicinity. One day we had a 9-5 cafe. The next an all night disco. And the Council had nothing to say about the matter. It was also a matter of indifference to the police. The police station was at the end of the short street opposite.
A noise pest moved into the flat above. The other tenants started to make plans to move out. The tenants that moved in used every variation on their names possible – changing Miss to Mr, reversing first and last name, altering the spelling, using the address as a mail drop for people who did not live there. They also kept moving out every few months being replaced by different people, then the original tenants would return. It wasn’t possible to know who was in the house at any one time. This was completely against the terms of their tenancy agreement. The police kept calling at the house looking for someone, but whoever the current resident was claimed ignorance. There was also a portable baby who would appear and reappear at intervals.
While I was living at that address and went for a doctor’s appointment, the secretary told me I was not registered with them. The doctor came out and met me and was terribly embarrassed. Somehow my medical records had been sent to the other side of London.
At work, when I first started about 20 years ago, there was a driver from Nine Elms, a major Royal Mail hub in South London, who used to come to our office. (Balham Sorting and Delivery Office). He was called “gypsy”. Nine Elms closed recently.
It was a relief when the rent became too much and my husband and I left London for the North. Although I was sorry to leave my job.
Now I am living in a bed-sit house in Harrogate. I moved here after my husband’s death last year. Most of the long-term tenants were moved out before I moved in. The tenants keep changing every few months. They dress like gypsies. Due to my late-husband’s illness and the previous tenants moved out of this address, although I have lived in Harrogate for three years, virtually nobody here knows me.
Although I posted an electoral registration form for my new address, it appears to have got lost in transit, as when I tried to vote recently I was told I was not registered. So according to official records there is no record of my living at the address where I have lived for eighteen months. The address appears also to house transients. Not only because the tenants keep changing, but they do not stay long enough to obtain television licences or add their names to the electoral register, going on the mail for both which lie on the table untouched for months. Some of the residents drive extremely upmarket cars while dressing in the very cheap way associated with East European migrants.
At my present address I have been told one tenant has obsessive compulsive disorder, another with Asperger’s who has just left, continually left the communal door open. An unknown tenant pulled the door off the washing machine. The long term Housekeeper is being harassed and when he relates problems to the owners and agents they ignore him. The agents also walk into his flat without knocking which implies they believe he is a drug user. The intentions might be to harass him into leaving or to discredit him. The discrediting, of course, having the effect that when he tells people about the odd things happening in the house, he is the one who won’t be believed.
To sum up, at previous addresses where I lived, including this one, the tenants keep changing; they remain off official records; tenants pose as having different identities; drug use is implied; prostitutes and mental patients are associated with the address; tenants are foreign.
(To say the least, no-one in their right mind who has the means would want to live at a multiple-occupancy address whether bed-sit or flats, as you have no say in who is put at the same address. And if you have separate housing you need to keep a dog to prevent people from invading your property and to keep people at a distance. To disable householders from protecting themselves might be the reason gang stalkers kill pets, often dogs, and the police shoot dogs).
My husband’s ex-wife took over the tenancy of the flat I shared with my late husband after I left, despite having a much better Housing Association flat with a much cheaper rent where she has lived for about 10 years.
The tax office recently wrote to me to fill in a form concerning bereavement benefit for THIS year. My husband died last year and I received Bereavement Benefit last year. I wrote to them correcting this error, pointing out that they must have known about my husband’s death last year as I had written to them twice and received replies from them in matters related to it. I have not received any reply. Just as my electoral registration got “lost in the post” I have no idea whether the HMRC has received my letter or not, or whether they have replied or not. Another letter sent to them by Recorded Delivery has also remained unanswered. This is very unusual. The HMRC are known to be prolific letter writers. What is happening here?
I am living in the middle of this huge apparent mess, some of which is real, some being staged. However, it makes any lies told about me look very credible, especially in a community where I am a stranger .
The behaviour of the people placed in my vicinity make me look criminal by association, even though I have no association with these people and don’t want them in my vicinity. I have been made to look like a criminal by the acts of other people beyond my control. If a crime such as Identity Theft is committed against me, it will be an easy task to make it look as if I am the guilty party.
The process of manipulating belief reduces the need for providing convincing proof. Once people believe, they lose interest in facts.
WHY USE AN IDENTITY THEFT METHOD WHERE THE FRAUDSTER REPLACES THE VICTIM?
Because with standard Identity Theft the wronged victim can fight back and set the record straight. This increases the likelihood of the Identity fraudster being caught, and made to repay what they have stolen.
A fraudster who replaces the victim legitimises the theft in the eyes of the world while the victim is placed in a situation where they cannot fight back, being held guilty and put in prison, or better still a mental asylum, because they are “delusional”.
An interesting fictional film in this regard is “The Net” starring Sandra Bullock.