There’s no way around it. After years of defending my civil and human rights by remaining in my legal rental home, there’s no way around the fact that here in northeast Seattle, the domain of the nasty neighborhood watch lady and her corrupt neighborhood watch, real estate mobbing is neighbor battering.
Mobbing is physical assault. And those in my Seattle neighborhood who are involved in this likely attempt to turn over the property on which I reside and create a million dollar row utilize a real estate investment plan that extends beyond civil harassment to violence.
The worst of it happens in the wee hours, after dark and before dawn, when no one is awake to see. The worst of it happens before the south mobbing house owner departs for the familial business, and before the nasty neighborhood watch lady’s partner heads to the worksite of his aerospace employer. The worst of it happens on the mornings when they’re all there, the north mobbing owner or his surrogates too, when I can find no refuge in any of the modestly sized rooms against any wall on either story of this smaller older home.
The mobbers move from one house to the other, changing the position of exterior speakers, pointing directional antennas at the windows of the victim house, and placing secure radio links or walkie-talkies as they prepare their attack. The tools of the mobbing trade and the intensity of the mobbing vary with the mobbers who mind me. Here in northeast Seattle, mobbing falls into patterns that depend on factors including whether the north mobbing house owner, the south mobbing house owner or both are in town, and whether it’s a working day for them. It changes with the day and the night, increasing on Thursday night and through the weekends when the south mobbing owner doesn’t work. The mobbing varies with the seasons, decreasing over winter weekends when the snow is good, as the south mobbing house owner loads his skis on his SUV and his insipid and venal friends pile into his vehicle, leaving theirs stacked along the property line close to my router with others to tend their devices. At this time of the year the mobbing quiets on Sundays, not in the mornings for church but in the afternoons as real estate agents unfold their sandwich signs and prop them up on hilly streets. On “open house” days, the south mobbing house owner and his rather vicious female companion close their veranda doors, they bring in the smoker, and they stay out of sight. The north mobbing house, too, is quiet, and the nasty neighborhood watch lady across the street ceases banging and dragging her trash cans so that potential buyers don’t get the right idea about this neighborhood where so much is wrong.
They conduct determined campaigns of terror in their striving to finally oust me. These sometimes coincide with the stays of out-of-state guests and less familiar voices. At other times there seems to be someone with something to prove at one of the mobbing houses. On any given day, the manner of abuse depends on little more than the traits of cruelty possessed by the mobber of the day, the cruelty of the moment, or whether the mobber is left to perform a soliloquy or plays to a full house. Renewed drives and covert nighttime operations begin when nearby properties are put to sale or when ground broken for a new house limits the hours when it’s safe to mob. Sometimes a push to force my eviction comes for no reason other than mobbers with time on their hands. Now in the pandemic, a lot of people have time on their hands.
Last night is a case in point. The mobbing has been increasingly brutal these last weeks with familiar and less familiar voices at the houses north and south of me despite COVID-19. I stopped sleeping in the basement after the overnight attacks became subterranean and I woke with a dizziness that lingers still. It’s possible that the dizziness is a sinus or ear infection but it’s difficult to separate even that from years of trying to protect myself with earplugs, acoustic board, and by changing sleeping position and place while being continually assaulted by Sonos, walkie-talkie, and other radiating devices. Last night I slept on the couch in the living room, since remaining on the street side of the house restricts the kinds of attacks the mobbers might conduct. In the front of the house, however, I must set acoustic board in the windows south and north and limit access from verandas that jut out and provide angles for mobbing into the front windows of my home. Just the same, by last night the mobbers had adjusted. They woke me repeatedly. At one point I was enveloped by what felt like some tunnel of sound or hazy cloud. Too exhausted to move and not prepared to sleep elsewhere, I switched the position of my head and feet on the couch so that my head was further from the windows I’d tried to protect with acoustic board on the north side of the house. In mid-morning I rose with aching head and burning cheeks. And now in the early evening, despite the windows I’ve slightly cracked open or covered with acoustic board, a smart speaker batters some window or wall in the house. If I open the door I may find that outside the sound cannot be heard.
These kinds of attacks, more intense than the usual nightly dins and wakings, happened before when I understood less. Even though I now understand more, it’s difficult to reconcile the knowledge that mobbers use radiating devices and WiFi extenders, for example, with the sensation of having them used on you.
My theories are based on experience but, without the investigation that mobbing deserves, cannot be certain. There are, however, some distinct possibilities. For example, it’s possible that in a situation like mine where the residential relocators move in on both sides of the victim, radiating and radio-frequency devices are used in curious ways—in effect, in a hack—to induce physical responses and frighten victims into decamping from their homes. WiFi infrastructure deployed around the victim residence probably supports the use of directional and radiating devices like directional antennas, walkie-talkies, and even radar guns. It may be possible, when flanking the victim home on two or three sides, to strategically run beamformers through the victim home and over the victim or to hold them on the victim to induce uncomfortable sensations. If the beamformers emit sound that can be amplified by, for example, speakers in the victim environment, the device can be trained on those devices for audible harassment. It may also be possible to use a Sonos sound system to wirelessly send sound through the victim household from a mobbing house on one side to the mobbing house on the other, or to establish communication between network extenders positioned on either side of a victim house. Of course, 5G doesn’t go through walls, but 802.11n is 2.4G. (Note 03/27/21: This last statement is incorrect. In 2009, the 802.11n standard was retroactively amended to add support for MIMO and this amended standard, dubbed 802.11n-2009, is compatible with 5G in addition to 2.4G.) Many extenders and the Sonos wireless sound system, for example, require 2.4G, which can penetrate exterior walls and is a band of interest for mobbers who like to mess with their victims by monkey-wrenching their household devices. Add to these harassing devices other possibilities like wireless battery chargers, radar guns, and drones, and the phenomenology for the victim is bound to be more than a little disturbing.
“It’s too much,” said that attorney, the admittedly not-so-technical one who was sure he understood my circumstances better than I did, the one whose failure to believe me ensured that, years later, I continue to be battered in my legal home. And it is too much. But for haters, criminal speculators, and corrupt neighborhood watch groups in Seattle, it’s never enough.
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