I am retired now. I only discovered about “gang stalking” two years ago after a combination of what I believe to be mis-treatment of my late husband by medical staff as he died of terminal cancer and the bizarre behaviour of a relative. I enquired on Wikipedia reference desk and was told the bizarre behaviour was “gaslighting” another concept new to me. They also recommended that I check out “mobbing”. In the process I discovered “gang stalking” which explained the stalking by strangers I had been subjected to while at student at Ulster University in the seventies and a cluster of strange events which happened at the same time.
As I reviewed my life in the light of the new gang stalking explanation I found my experiences fell solidly into the gang stalking pattern. Slander, poisoning all my social interactions, causing me to be shunned and subjected to arbitrary mis-treatment such as gratuitous rudeness, bad service and being ripped off at every opportunity. Blacklisting – finding it very difficult to find work and being harassed out of work. At one temp agency a member of staff passed a throwaway comment about my qualifications being fraudulent (A levels, University degree and secretarial qualifications). An interviewer queried an area of unemployment on my CV, suggesting I might have been in prison. At several accommodations the good/normal neighbours moving out to be replaced by extreme noise pests and very odd people exhibiting bizarre behaviour and lifestyles. Tenants being flooded out of their flats by over flowing baths until they left. Frequent arson events including being forced to move from one place (away from an over-flowing bath expert who regularly flooded our kitchen) when a fire in that tenants flat forced us to move. The firemen were brilliant. I came home from work to find all our possessions, including electrical, under taurpaulins to protect from the flood of water directed upstairs. All we lost was a smoked ironing board cover. This was followed by an invitation from the landlord to make an insurance claim under his insurance for items we had lost. My husband and I declined, pointing out we hadn’t lost anything.
The new neighbours were people that no woman would want as neighbours. At times prostitutes who had a habit of leaving the communal doors open and continuously breaking the security gates. (This was London. People get burgled even taking every precaution. Never mind prostitutes or people posing as prostitutes plying their trade from your same address). Or they were wife-batterers or rapists. At one address the Turkish migrants who moved in below – and this was in Yorkshire and five years before the migration flood gates were opened, raped a young woman of limited intelligence that they had lured to their flat. Her brother came to the flat but they wouldn’t answer the door. He stood outside screaming and crying “Why did you do it?”
As I reviewed my life with the new gang stalking model I could see these events, and this is only a small sample, were not accidental but orchestrated. And I was not the only one affected. Neighbours were scared or harassed into leaving or selling their homes. Landlords lost their houses. From going from easy-going landlords, not charging the highest rents, to going after every penny, maxing the rents and utility bills then finally losing their houses which were then converted from reasonable, affordable accommodation into luxury flats. My first serious boyfriend was swindled out of his life’s savings. It was during the Handsworth’s riots (Birmingham) in the eighties. We lived in the opposite side of the city, but my boyfriend had his own personal riot outside his restaurant for an entire afternoon while he called the police in vain. Hours later when the rioters had got bored and gone home the police arrived and demanded to see all his staff’s passports that they were legal migrants. He was a very calm man, difficult to rile, but I swear as he told me the story steam was coming out of his ears.
And so I come to Tanya (not her real name). Over the years along with work I would volunteer time at charity shops. When I lived in London I volunteered at a local shop with two young manageresses. The shop was tiny but very successful helped by the fact that there was virtually nowhere to buy clothes in the immediate area. But soon they were having problems. I do not know the nature of all the problems as I was only an employee but it seemed to me that they were having more problems than you would expect from a charity shop. I put it down to “Wild West” London, which is nowhere near as civilised as the rest of the country. More criminals and nutters per square yard. Another volunteer joined after me. She was an odd one but it was difficult to pin point. I would have to say “shifty”. I prefer not to work with people nor money so my work was mainly unpacking and sorting and cleaning if there was any spare time. This girl hated me being in the storeroom when she was there. Turned out she was stealing from them and was sacked. One manageress left but “Tanya” remained. Then I started to get glimpses of the problems she was having. Her wages as assistant manageress were low, not sufficient for living in London, so she was under financial pressure. Many charity shops are leisurely environments, but not this one. It was busy, busy, busy. She told me, clearly upset, that her family were becoming estranged from her. She couldn’t see any reason. She was dismayed when she finally found out that they believed she was earning loads of money as a manageress but was frittering it (so they wouldn’t help her financially) but they also believed she was leading an immoral lifestyle. As an Asian who had previously enjoyed warm and close relations with her family, she was very distressed by their distance, lack of support and belief that she was engaged in immorality. I now know that these are gang stalkers tactics -overloading people at work, especially by sending trouble makers and thieves their way; insinuating into family relationships spreading lies – that someone is wealthy when they are poor, and that women in particular are immoral, so as to isolate the woman from her family and family support. I know this now, but twenty years ago I did not know about gang stalking or that I was being stalked.
Then one day after I had stopped working for the shop, Tanya turned up on my doorstep. She wanted to talk, so we went to a cafe. There she told me she had been raped. She had been having fish and chips with a male acquaintance at her flat, then he had raped her. While at University I had had friends who worked for Women’s Aid, so this was something that did not faze me, and ordinarily I would have moved onto a friendship footing due to this. Unfortunately she followed this with the remark “I am not going to let this affect how I see men”. The helpers at Women’s Aid often discussed how long it took some women to adopt self-protective behaviour. It seems to be a uniquely female characteristic for women to have a weak sense of survival on their own behalf. A woman’s body and a weak sense of survival is not a good combination. Such women are not only at risk but endanger any other woman close to them. They are predator magnets. So I made no effort to continue the friendship. If I had known about gang stalking I would have acted differently.
I do not know what happened to “Tanya”. I now know she was being gang stalked, quite likely because I was being gang stalked and started working at the shop. I know she was a young, innocent, beautiful young woman from a respectable middle class Asian background, who came from a close and warm loving family. She was a completely normal young woman whose greatest ambition was to have a career. From my experience of the shop the manageresses were getting problems which were way over the top for a small charity shop. Evidently there was deliberate meddling in her personal life in that her family were having lies spread to them about her financial situation and life style. Her background was sheltered and she had no suspicions about men. Gang stalkers set women up for rape. And rape is often a precursor for inducting women into prostitution – along with managed estrangement from their families, friends or anyone else who would support them.