13 seconds

On average it takes me about 13 seconds after receipt of a phishing phone call to hang up. The same is happening about abusive phone calls.

Amazing to see that when I post some things, how long it takes for a stupid phone call to come in.

There is a clear connection.

I received one of these calls after this mornings’ posts. I leave it to anybody’s imagination where that call could have come from.

My phone numbers are widely available. Obviously anybody could be calling but motive and timing is always a giveaway.

Labour exploits policing either way

This latest Dawn Butler story, in which she blames police for racially profiling her, is simply another way to exploit policing negatively to score political Brownie points.

Remember the years of hassle I had from labour councillors and supporters over a story they ran, digging out that age-old arrest I once suffered in Germany.

Now they still blame the police for doing their job.

They practically tell them: “Dont’ stop black people or we’ll accuse you of racism”.

Who would want to vote for a political party that pressurises our law enforcement to treat people differently according to their colour?

I was never black, yet I had been arrested once. I never complained abour Racial Profiling of White people.

But, some Labout politicians now complain about profiling of black people for only stopping them.

I never complaint about police doing their job. I had a lawyer who went through a simple compensation process for wrongful arrest and imprisonment, as it is standard procedure in such cases. Colour doesn’t even come into it.

Personally I never liked colour-coded values. Black Lives matter as much as any other live matters. All lives matter!

Nobody should kneel on anybody’s neck. That is the simple message we need to get across. It doesn’t matter whether they are police or black or white.

Nobody should kneel on people’s neck.

Stop and search is a great method to reduce carrying of weapons and drugs. Simple.

Anybody can get stopped, anybody can get accused.

In the end it is an argument of time and money and how many good results police get with using the most effective methods.

As kids we were told: “The police is your friend and helper”. A much better outlook in life for a child to get rather than accusing law enforcement as the enemy of the people.

Where is the love?

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Photo by Cleyder Duque on Pexels.com

Could not help chuckling pleasingly when Camilla Parker-Bowles announced that she looks forward to hugging her grandchildren.

Good on her. I suppose it is easy to get to know the grandchildren when their parents actually involve the grandparents into the process, e.g. like

  • getting to know partners of children prior to marriage or conception of grandchildren
  • regular visits
  • communications that are meaningful
  • Family of grandchildren live a meaningful lifestyle and are responsible.

I hardly see any of my grandchildren. I have not met my daughter’s partners prior to them moving in together. I have not been involved in the process of decision-making, e.g. what is best for the child.

Nowadays the modern families change quickly, e.g. partners change, the family set-up is no longer the same as it was, but, people really need to communicate to keep family members up to speed, so that all know what is going on.

I would not even want to dictate what kind of a family my daughters want to form but it would be good to be kept informed and be involved.

I would want to see that my daughters make responsible decisions. Like

  • Have they got housing
  • Do they have an income
  • Are there plans to improve the quality of life and how
  • Do they raise their children positively
  • How safe is the relationship they are in? Do I approve of the partner?
  • Will they keep me up-to-date with developments e.g. pregnancy, childbirth, getting to know the grandchild.

Unfortunately I had non of this. Some of my grandchildren live in Wales and I am not allowed to see them because my daughter there is afraid I could get social services involved.

Some of my grandchildren live in Scotland but my daughter didn’t introduce me to her partner until the day she moved out. I then went to visit in Scotland and had to ring the council there because their whole communal backyard was filled with rubbish bags. I went to visit a couple of times but since then my daughter split up with her partner and now replaced him with a snake and a dog.

I hardly get to see the kids. They do not contact me via Facetime or any other form of chatting to talk and get to know each other.

Some of my grandchildren live in London and I have not even known that my daughter decided to break up with the partner of her first son. My daughter then gotten into deep trouble with domestic violence with another partner. The latest new partner I did meet occasionally but he has changed beyound recognition since I first met him. He used to wear neat suits and looked like he jumped straight out of a dressmaker’s window. Now he wears tracksuits and sports a liberal beard.

I had not met my newer granddaughter till my daughter suddenly announced they are coming round for Christmas and of course they expected presents.

I made everything nice but the grandchild was very much afraid of me because she had never met me. The last time I met her she only spoke to me when I asked her what gifts she wanted for Christmas.

Otherwise I received abusive and threatening phonecalls from my daughter.

From that I can deduct that breastfeeding and not smacking children doesn’t make them more sensible. My youngest daughter is the only child I breastfed for a long period of time and one of my children, which I never smacked. Yet, I get insulting phonecalls.

I think the concept of grandparent needs some involvement so that everybody is on the same page. Grandparents are not just gift suspenders whenever people think they would want to come round to collect them.

I think that grandparents should means-test their gifting. And not just give because somebody has a grandparents on a birth certificate somewhere.

 

 

Education v. Emotion

I finally cracked the mystery of my life. Since I’ve received by first death threat, I am reminiscent of the history of events that led to this point.

If you look through this blog, I’d received a fair amount of banter and sheer bullying abuse from people over the years but never a death threat.

I received abuse over remarks I made to  family members about improving ones chances in life with extra education and re-doing GCSE and A-levels would improve employment prospects. Another remark that a grandchild of mine would be better off with his dad then culminated in an actual death threat. Yes, I reported that to police and gotten a crime number. I do not tolerate any type of threatening behaviour from anyone and especially not from family members or my own children.

As soon as I had become a LEA school governor people started to dig out dirt, wrote about an ancient arrest in the 70s in Germany. It’s all been recorded in this blog.

Yet, it is explained in the simple fact that as soon as serious education comes into play people suddenly start to react over-emotional.

Some questions I needed to answer for myself were:

  1. why didn’t I attend university when it was free of charge in Germany
  2. why did I get married to a man I hardly knew

Those are the most important questions and I shall answer them.

To 1. It is a very long story. I did not attend university and dropped out of education because the events in my family, which happened whilst I was young, were so disturbing that it led to my temporary downfall and demise.

The case is that when I was 7 I suddenly started to develop scoliosis and it went very badly quite rapidly. Thanks to my father’s private medical insurance I received intense treatment, which then eventually culminated in 2 operatoins when I was age 14 to straighten my spine.

Prior to that my mother – who worked as a telephonist at the local hospital in Wuerzburg – had become an alcoholic. She attempted suicide several times and at one occasion I found her hanging on the living room cupboard upon my return from school. All this was enough to send me over the edge and I started to attend local discos and my learning started to suffer.

I had excellent grades in Elementary school and was top of the class, I had become champion in mental arithmetic but then when my mother started drinking, I dropped out of the results and had to repeat a year because I went to a grammar school teaching business and economics. My results there weren’t fantastic and I lost my desire to educate further.

Though I eventually started Higher Education in an Engineering College in Cologne as the only woman there. But without any emotional or financial support from my family I soon fell off the planned track.

My family was a mystery to me. Nobody seemed to talk to each other, there was little emotion and no loving atmosphere. My mother finally apparently committed suicide. On an evening when both my father and my sister and I went out, my mother went to the local River Main in Wuerzburg and she was found drowned the next day.

For years and years I never understood why my mother, who was always very caring friendly and totally rational suddenly went over the edge and became an alcoholic and why my sister seemed so distant and my father so very cold. Understand this happened in the 60s.

Just prior to my fathers death – I already had been in London since 1977 – I learned that my sister actually had a sexual relationship with my father. She admitted it to me personally when I went to Wuerzburg for my dad’s funeral. My sister refused to attend the funeral because my step-mother attended but she came to see me the next morning and I asked her straight up and she admitted having had an affair with my father. My only explanation is that this is the reason why my mother started to drink because she found out about this.

It is more than unfortunate that this had not been reported to the police at the time and if it was I wasn’t told about it.

We had lived in a house in Wuerzburg in the second floor and my sister moved out of the home and gotten a flat in the fourth floor of the same house. My sister called me a cripple because of my scoliosis and told me never to have children. My sister is still alive today but we have no contact. I sent her a Christmas Card a few years ago and it was returned by the Post Office marked refused.

Over the years my sister treated me like dirt because I married the man I had my children with and she attacked me for having had those children and refused to support me in any way whatsoever.

That brings me to point 2. why I got married to the man I didn’t know.

I was in an emotional volative state of mind. I lived in Cologne, attended school and had a part-time job at the Otto Versand but emotionally I was a wreck. All those unexplained emotionally shocking events in my past, the lack of family support drove me to act irrationally.

I met a man who said he was working for the famous writer Guenther Wallraff and the man asked me whether I could help him type a book for the author. I said I could do it but would not be able to it in my flat but suggested we go to London instead for a few days as I knew a friend there. Suddenly there were money problems and I agreed to take out a loan to bridge costs. You know where this is going. Once in London the guy disappeared, the 3.000 Deutsch mark disappeared and I was crushed, ruined and totally fed up. Apparently Guenther Wallraff was interviewed by police about this but he said he had nothing to do with this whatsoever.

The guy who apparently took my money and disappeared with it was later found dead and a murder investigation ensued. The police was dealing with this and I was greateful that Deutsche Bank let me off from having to repay that 3.000 Deutsch mark loan.

However I was completely paralysed by yet another strange occurance in my life. Whilst I had the flat in Cologne waiting for me, I just could not bring myself to go back. I met my husband in a pub and fell head over heel in love. I had found a job at the BBC German service but had nowhere to live in London.

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Street pary in Longfellow Road, I lived at no 36 for some time until the whole road gotten torn down and I became a council tenant.

My husband was squatting in the famous Longfellow Road and I thought that was very romantic. Literally my brain completely stopped working, probably because of the sudden hormone over-drive I found myself in.

I insisted on getting married and had no bigger wish than having children with the man I loved. There now followed 15 years of hardship and poverty. I spent my later inheritance before I even got it but repaid all my debts once the inheritance arrived from Germany.

Now five children later I actually also have around 10 grandchildren. I have no contact with many of them. All those grandchildren were born by my daughters, my sons, went on to get jobs and approached life in a more rational manner.

Whilst I raised my kids I bought them a lot of books because I loved books. As a child I read hundreds of books. I opened up my own private library as the school didn’t have one. I borrowed books to poorer pupils who could not afford them.

Unfortunately my husband turned out to be the uneducated type. In fact he had no interest in education or reading whatsoever. That was one major contributing factor to me getting a divorce eventually. We had many arguments over life-style choices and attitutes.

The only achievement he had was being an extra in the film Fightclub. He worked as volunteer in his later years up to his death from cancer. He was never violent towards me and for that I am thankful. He probably only married me because I worked for the BBC and he loved films.

I have had 3 daughters and 2 sons from that marriage. I became naturalised and eventually a British Citizen. There was no support from my German family and especially not from my sister. My father sent birthday and Christmas cards and visited a couple of times and that was it. The rest of my family didn’t want to know.

I eventually took my sons to meet my German cousin in the remote village he lives in in Unterfranken a few years ago, so just that my sons know where I come from.

I have become completely estranged to my daughters now. All of them decided to bunk off school in the latter stages of their education and follow their father’s life philosophy. My daughters mixed up with partners but I had no say in their choices.

My second oldest daughter was born with a severe learning disability, which was – in my opinion – due to negligence during the home birth assistance. Her brain was starved of oxygen as the birth was delayed due to a sleeping pill I had been given by the midwife. Instead of delivering the baby late at night.

Unfortunately she was never given a statement of special educational needs and so her learning disabilty was never formally diagnosed until she finished with secondary education. She was found to have a mental age of a 9 year old and an IQ of 64. She never understood the purpose of education and schools just ignored her needs. I went to lawyers about this but legal action was denied as viable by a barrister because no statement of special educational needs was ever issued.

Yet this undiagnosed learning disability caused the whole family enormous problems.

I needed to care for her and worked from home for years, even starting my own company.

Nowadays children are much better off, they get Statements of Special Educational needs and lots of extra support but we had to do without.

My daughter with the learning disability was being abused by some men in the 90s without my knowledge but the police could not prosecute because of her own thinking that her abusers were her best friends. Anyhow the Director of Public Prosecution refused to prosecute the case. Of course an abused woman with a mental age of 9 would believe her abusers and think they are her best friends.

I think what people need to realise is that improving education is always the way forward. There is no good reason to attack people and especially not me for suggesting it.

I think emotional involvement often leads to distortion of facts and people just do not see the reality of the situation any longer. That now applies especially to one of my daughters who – I believe – threatened me. That matter is with the police.

Whilst I raised my children we had to live – at some point with 7 people in a 2-bedroom council flat – but that should not have led to people losing faith.

I now care for my granddaughter who has excellent grades and wants to go to university. She is good at sport and has a totally different attitude to life. She has lived with me whilst my other children moved away and so she is not exposed to the muddled way of thinking that some of my daughters adopted.

Literally these days, to make it in life, kids really need to focus on education, push away all other influences that hinder a university degree. I am now more than willing to support that.

I don’t believe that keeping secrets helps anybody. Abuse and emtional turmoil always comes to haunt those who were exposed to it and so it is that I publish the facts about  me coming to Britain and how my life here went so far.

I think that everybody should have ambitions and dreams and do their best to fulfill them. Making things better in life is one of the reasons we all live and get on.

If you read through this story and arrived at this, you will be pleased to know that I am going to be 69 years of age this year and that I despise all those who generally accuse older people of suffering from dementia or Alzheimers and having a loss of mental capacity. Older people have a lot of wisdom to give and younger people are better off listening to it.

 

 

Ofcom to regulate harmful content

How could I ever forget that I spent 3 years as a litigant in person at the High Court in London – and part of it in relation to an infringement of my publication rights also at the commercial court-.

The whole aim of my efforts was to help reduce harmful content and to keep publishers to sensible limits on how to report things to do especially with terrorism.

Remember at the time a Labour Party member put pictures of the blazing machine gun logo of Baader-Meinhof on a website to report about ancient history.

It should be made illegal to use the logos of outlawed terrorist organisations to report about something, just as it is illegal to use certain Nazi salutes and phrases.

Using the logo of a terrorist organisation to report about something actually brings the organisation back to life and promotes that organisation. I fought against that, and though I lost, I now feel that the government has finally woken up to the manner of publication as well as to the content.

Actually I think libel laws are not fit for purpose as they allow the use of harmful pictorial material without making it illegal to do so. That is why I formally lost my case but now the purpose I pursued is finally winning.

Ofcom will now be given power to regulate harmful content. Hopefully they will also realise that school children and local communities are sometimes receptive to the promotion of unlaw aims by the use of pictures and logos that are associated with terrorists.

out of the blue

The past seems to catch up with me as I just received an email, from an individual, asking me to get in touch because he read my articles about Robert Dougans and he has been hounded by that man for years.

May I please ask you to understand that I literally could not even remember who Robert Dougans was at first sight. I literally had to search my site and read those articles myself and it all came back to me. The last entry about that was in 2010 and it is 2020 now. I had to throw away the old case files as they gotten mouldy. I have not even gotten the space to store them.

This is all ‘Water under the Bridge’ now. In reflection what stands out for me is the fact that it took the court 3 years to throw the case out. I spent hours and hours each week/months almost attending court. I was running my own business under the supervision of the DWP. I also had a disabled person to care for.

I produced enormous amounts of paperwork and had to bring that to the court in large suitcases. That took a very long time too.

The rules then said that a litigant must see the case through to the end to be able to complain to the European Court of Human Rights.

That person contacting me did not leave an address, but seems a prominent person with their own website. I may contact them.

I don’t think a ‘Litigant in Person’ situation would be able to arise with today’s Employment laws as the employment rules are much stricter enforced.

 

 

Wrestling with the washing machine

washerI have a rare Kenwood washing machine. It was just in the shop and the cheapest model at the time. I often buy odd brands when they are cheap and on offer.

Today, I wanted to put on a wash and the water inlet didn’t work. OH, my, I panicked. I filled with the spout of the watering can but that didn’t get me far.

I remembered that when in doubt check the filter. Trying to open the filter wasn’t a good idea with water in the machine. I was very happy to realise that the spinning still functioned.

Once empty, I opened the filter and a lot of water came out together with 2 large coins and half a lolly stick.

Once cleared the machine water-fill function works again.

Always check the filter first. I already looked online for washing machine prices and there seems to be a shortage at the moment. Prices are quite high, especially if you include installation and recycling and the waiting time is about a week on an average delivery.

Doesn’t surprise me that some families can’t afford one. Come to think I had to wash all the washing for a family of 7 in the bath tub, wash, wring and dry manually. I gotten quite strong through that activity and not realising how strong went to a local Kung Fu club at the time and some muscle men were surprised when I was able to push them over. Not the master though, he was just unreal.

Now, as I am nearing 70 – well I like to make myself older rather than younger – and I just had a severe gout attack, I enjoy my washing machine and I am happy I got it working again.

Oh, no, it was just an illusion. Apparently only part of the electronic circuit board is still working but the programs do not. The machine will not fill up with water.

Whilst there are repair programs in place, I have had years of experience with that, I think that it is better to buy cheaper machines and change them rather than expensive ones and keep them for decades.There is always a lot of grime building up inside the machine, even though I use cleaners and Calgon. It’s those hard to reach places, where germs breed inside the machine.

On our council estate, there used to be a laundry community area where residents brought their washing to do communally. Nowadays we all have our own flats with our own machines. I appreciate that this mass production of machines has a considerable carbon foot-print. Yet, I can see no attempt of town planners to change our life-styles in a hurry.

Communal laundries with extremely sturdy machines are one idea, but they need to be kept clean professionally constantly, perhaps with steam cleaning or something like it. It is just too much for individual householders to have all tha equipment. Our living spaces get smaller and smaller, we cannot store a plethora of gadgets on individual bases.

So another new machine it is for us.

A strong woman

The women pushed these days into positions of power are often the type who have their maternal instincts removed and instal policies a woman with maternal instincts and children would not make.

Just watched this first discussion about the outcome of the Grenfell Report where the female London Commissioner Dany Cotton of the Fire Brigade caused concern for victims by defending the behaviour of the officers on the day, saying she would not change anything on the information she knew at the time.

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A picture of my mother working as nurse at the end of World War II

A typical old-fashioned female would have felt sorry and come up with some more potentially life-saving answers to please the audience.

Margaret Thatcher, the first female British Prime Minister  is the classic example of a desensitized female who becomes even more stringend in her disregard to people as an old-fashioned Conservative man would. She hated working-class families and dismantled the unions. She started the process, selling off council flats, so that poor people had their bases taken away.

Theresa May, destroyed any integrity working-class people had via zero-hours contracts, Universal credit and a further reduction in housing security. Theresa May took it one step further from what Margaret Thatcher had started.

Now Esther McVey, feels no shock for leaving poor females in an old cock-roach infested block of flats whilst she proudly proclaims success for a new housing development for rich people nearby.

I can remember the old-school Conservative government well. A mixture of sexist males who would find generosity in their policies towards poor families with children and provide family-friendly policies. At least people still had proper rented homes with benefits to match demand and poor families had a chance to settle into family life.

All this changed with strong females at the helm who came up with policies who would punish people who dared having families without the money to do so. It’s the Conservatives who invented the Female Dictator figure. I think it is sad that woman allow themselves to be used in that way, just to prove that they can be as efficient as men.

I think women, wo made it into the richer, upper crust, want to show their superiority towards those poor, unfortunate woman who have no choice but survive in the poverty they have been given.

My own sister is an excellent example. Unable to have children herself, she always disregarded me as some unmentionable entity. Living in Britain with a poor man but lots of children, my sister refused to speak to me. When my father died, my sister tried everyting she could to deprive me of my inheritance, guaranteed by law and engaged a solicitor to snatch my quarter of my inheritance of me. She didn’t succeed, as many of you know I am good with legal arguments.

My sister has lots of money but cannot find a penny to help me or my children. Of course my inheritance is long gone, paying back debts, I had accumulated whilst my sister, as a spinster finds solace in counting her money.

 

Back to reality

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Johanna Kaschke a judge at London Swimming Regional Champs

Just decided to air this blog again, after I had been hiding it for years because of the shame of losing this libel trial. But history is what it is and we just have to live with it. Apparently we are now being defined by our online history and seeing that employers now choose employees by their public profile, I can well now understand that it is absolutely hopeless for me to ever get a well paid job.

What has happened so far?

I am a pensior now and I volunteer a lot to keep busy. I volunteer with

  • my local community centre
  • my local Safer Neighbourhood team and Neighbourhood Watch
  • for British Swimming at competitions as a swimming judge/starter

I am not active in politics at all. It is just amazing how small local activities of a female to do with political parties or interest groups get blown out of all proportions. Does it have to do with power-sharing?

Just having watched Dragon’s Den this week, there is now an online business that offers to clean up people’s public internet profile for a yearly membership of £70, so that it is easier to get the well paid job.

I think I will pass on that and allow the people who so completely and utterly bullied me online to live with their own conscience.

In the meantime, after having left the Conservative Party and been politically abstinent for years, I tried to re-join the Labour Party but was refused membership by my local association apparently just a year after I applied, apparently when I posted a picture of  being at a Jewish synagoge durinng a multi-faith celebration of the yearly Holocaust commemoration, which also included Councillor Islam for Bethnal Green. I declined an inviation to appeal the refusal.

Somehow I have the feeling I just don’t fit into political parties and will give that a miss in future.

 

Miliband sees my point on publishing

Labour has now experienced first-hand how publishers character assassinations can ruin someone’s public profile completely. Reason, political tendencies are being created by denouncing a person’s character using political rhetoric. BBC has produced several articles about this, see one link here. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-24361040

However it was Labour’s own strategy to use those denunciations whilst Brown and McBride worked together. Indeed David Osler, John Gray and others, used the tactics to smear me publicly and I lost a libel case due to the fact that high-profile publisher Iain Dale, started to collect funds and several friends of the defendants used a Conservative lawyer to produce mostly falsified evidence in court. The court was of course only too glad to accept the evidence because it helped to protect the British flagship publisher Der Spiegel.

But one of the defendant’s ally, namely Iain Dale is already falling victim to his own bad character. He recently assaulted a peaceful protester and got a caution. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-24285711

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