My posts over the last months have been few. In addition to all those posts I have published, I have drafted at least the possible titles and notes for dozens more posts that would help to describe the crime of mobbing and what it feels like to be mobbed. But things have been busy this year. I’ve learned how to stay continuously employed, albeit as an out-of-state worker much of the time. I’ve stayed part-time in the San Francisco Bay Area while working in San Francisco and learned about how living between two places can make it easier to understand how mobbing works and to survive while being mobbed.
Over the past few years, as the seriousness of my situation in Seattle increased, I traveled to Vancouver, British Columbia, as well as to the San Francisco Bay Area, staying in AirBnB lodgings and observing how mobbing expresses itself differently depending on the availability of WiFi access points, the provisioned television services and the proximity of each location to the origins of my being mobbed in Seattle, Washington.
Unfortunately, I’ve also been learning that it doesn’t really matter how coherently I write about being mobbed or how certain I am of its connections to radio technologies and to the corrupt neighborhood watch of my northeast Seattle neighborhood. I can say with some certainty, that what’s happened to me amounts to a scam on the part of at least some captains of the local neighborhood watch to increase the property values and eventually the profits of home owners as properties are flipped again and again in my neighborhood, and as the neighborhood is gentrified to the point of unaffordability. But no matter how well I report mobbing, it will do no good until municipalities, their police, and the FBI, receive enough reports of those who are victimized by technology-enabled crimes to stop doubting the victims and to begin to understand the crimes themselves. I don’t know how my situation will end. I do know that it may not end well for me. But what are the choices of the victims of criminals?
In an earlier post in which I wrote about how the mobbing followed me to British Columbia, Canada, I wondered whether it would also follow me if I traveled to Europe. These past few days, I’ve been learning about that. This last week I took a flight to Iceland, a country whose starkly beautiful landscapes made an immediate impression on me when a seat companion on an early morning Alaska Airlines flight to San Jose, California showed me photographs of her stopovers in Reykjavik.
The hardened lava fields, the weathered black sand beaches and the glacial lagoons of Iceland become an emotional landscape for those, like me, who are the unrecognized victims of tech-enabled personal crimes—crimes that are not believed, bullying crimes whose perpetrators deflect suspicion and thwart investigation by constructing unbelievable crimes and defaming their victims as criminals or mentally unstable, making criminals and lunatics even of those without history of criminal behavior or mental instability. It’s hard to believe that those who govern our cities and enforce local law could be so easily fooled.
But I have to tell you, these last few days of being in Iceland have been everything I hoped. Not just because of the rejuvenating heat of the Icelandic steam sauna, the pungent sulfured waters, the clarity of the cold skies, or the revelation of smoked Icelandic lamb. But because the mobbing did not, or could not, follow me here.
I don’t know why that is, exactly, whether it is because my own situation is so escalated that the mobbers of northeast Seattle don’t dare follow me to Europe as they easily followed me to British Columbia just two hours north of Seattle by car or to the San Francisco Bay Area some fourteen hours south. I don’t know if it’s because Iceland does not share the same television providers that Seattle, the San Francisco Bay Area, and even Canada do, based on systems like Comcast Cable or the old Microsoft TV. I don’t know whether the difference is in the difficulty of phreaking the cellular and WiFi systems of Europe or whether it’s just become too dangerous for the mobbers to go to such lengths. I am sure that any travel that is passport-controlled would certainly be more readily traced. [04/30/22: Perhaps more to the point, does the National Neighborhood Watch have outposts in Iceland? I think not.]
Whatever it is, I’m on my third day here without cell phone harassment, without WiFi harassment, and without harassment that follows based on devices with radios. I mourn the attack on the American Jewish synagogue that happened the day I left for Iceland, and as I am continuously assisted in my travels by kind Icelandic people who almost uniformly speak English with greater fluency than that with which I have spoken any other tongue, I am aware that I travel a foreign country with greater freedom than I possess in my own. I experience the these days familiar sentiment of many Americans who travel abroad, embarrassed by the current unfortunate administration. And I find myself glad to be far from the United States and my home.
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