Driving Out the Swedes

Our Swedish correspondent CB has translated an article about an elderly Swedish woman who was recently set upon and beaten by young cultural enrichers. This story highlights a recent trend: “persons of Swedish background” fleeing their homes to escape violence perpetrated by immigrants.

If honesty were possible when discussing such topics, we would refer to this process as “ethnic cleansing”.

If the same actions were carried out in Bosnia by, say, Serbs against Muslims, they would be labeled “genocide”, and the full weight of the UN would be applied against them.

But this is the EU, and these young thugs are part of the glorious multiculture which all must learn to celebrate.

CB had this to say in his cover note:

This is an article from Gefle Dagblad, a newspaper in the Swedish town Gävle, which is situated some seventy kilometres north of Uppsala. Some articles report that the area has a bad reputation, and that people want to leave, but not all of them can afford to. I’ve also read that a lot of people are fed up with the housing agency, Gavlegårdarna. On the one hand, they have a responsibility for how they take care of their area. With bad management, people stop caring for their neighborhood, and unsavory people turn up, too. But this isn’t the first time we have read about immigrants beating up old native people in Sweden and other European countries.

Here we have a senior citizen who was part of building Sweden into a wealthy country, so wealthy that we have taken in a lot of foreigners. Some for good reasons, and others without any good reasons at all. And some of these people now reward senior citizens be beating them up. How noble!

I notice that Gefle Dagblad cut the comments tonight, since they thought they had become to harsh and in some instances racist in tone. I just eyeballed them, very fast, and some went over the line, but many were just plain furious about this happening to an old lady for no apparent reason. It seems that many comments on articles in different newspapers are becoming angrier and more polarized, compared with just a year ago. And more and more often the debates turn plain ugly and nasty.

Here’s the translation from Gefle Dagblad. Follow the link to the original article to see photos showing some of the injuries sustained by Birgitta:

Birgitta was brutally beaten up

She felt at home in Andersberg — but not anymore

Birgitta sits at the kitchen table and looks outside at the children playing. Her arms are covered with bruises and her nose and lip are injured. Last Tuesday she was brutally beaten up outside her home in Andersberg.

“Where shall I go?” she asks .

She does not dare to stay on in Andersberg, even though she has installed an alarm.

No respect was shown to Birgitta for being a woman and a senior citizen. On the contrary, she was brutally assaulted and called a whore. Birgitta’s arms and legs have large black and blue bruises after the assault.

The blood flowed, though Birgitta’s nose bone was not broken after the blow to her face. But as the physical wounds heal, the psychological wounds are worse.

A neighbor has been supporting Birgitta. Both relate stories about stairs being peed in, trash strewn around, and broken storage doors. They are in an agreement that Andersberg has bit by bit deteriorated.

Birgitta actually has another name. She does not want to show her face in a photo or have her name in the paper.

“Then they might kill me,” she says and shrinks back into herself a little.

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Birgitta has lived at different addresses close to Andersberg’s center for nearly fifteen years. The apartment she now lives in is in the red houses. She has lived there for three years.

“The first years were good.”

She has never felt afraid before, even though she thinks that the area has gradually deteriorated.

“I called the management the other night, when the elevator was totally peed in. The manager asked if she should believe that.”

Her neighbor sits at the kitchen table with her. He relates that he had called in about feces on the stairs.

“They asked if it was human or dog feces!”

Birgitta says that someone often pees under the stairs, and there are often broken doors in the basement storage area, with mattresses piled outside the front door, piles of clothes, garbage bags, loose dogs on the stairs, commotion in the meeting room at certain times, and children kicking footballs at the windows.

“Gavlegårdarna doesn’t take it seriously.”

Birgitta contacted GD at the beginning of the week to talk about it all, but then something much more serious happened.

“I haven’t eaten or slept since Tuesday. I’ve received sedatives, but have never cried as much in my whole life and never puttered around this much,” she says before she wandered out into the hallway without remembering what she went to do.

She’s still a little confused and shocked but can relate her story about Tuesday evening clearly and precisely.

“I used to be a merry person, but now have become ten years older,” she sighs.

This past Tuesday Birgitta was invited for wine and food with friends in the area. She herself says that she was a little tipsy, but not drunk. At eight-thirty she went to walk her old dog and at the same time to buy ice cream at Time.

“The dog walked loose at a distance, since I saw no one [there is a law against loose dogs in Sweden]. Suddenly two guys appeared at the health center.”

Birgitta says the men were about thirty to forty, and of foreign origin. They asked if she had any cigarettes, but Birgitta said she had none.

“‘You f***ing whore,’ said one of them and then the blow came. I don’t know if I said something.”

Birgitta fell to the ground; the men searched her for money and cigarettes. The dog realized that something had happened. Birgitta began calling for help and one of the men kicked her hard on one knee before they disappeared. The blood was pouring out and someone called the ambulance.

Birgitta thought that her nose bone was broken, but she got away with cuts to her nose, a swollen knee, bruises on her lip, sore teeth, a large bruise on her thigh, a small cut on her hand, and bruises on both arms.

But even if the physical wound will heal, what is worse is the terror of the soul.

“I want to talk about this, otherwise I’ll go mad. I’ve phoned the psycho-social team, but they are on vacation and the Victims of Emergency Crimes are moving at the present. Will I be able to walk outside when it’s dark? I’m even afraid in the daytime, and look over my shoulder all the time.”

Birgitta has hardly been outside her door since the incident, and she had to get rid if the dog, since she can’t walk it anymore.

In spite of all the deficiencies she has felt at home in the area. Close to services, the green area for walking the dog and to find berries in, and a nice apartment — these have redeeming value. But not anymore.

Birgitta and her neighbors start to name six to seven persons in the adjacent houses who have moved or are going to move away. They are disappointed with Gavlegårdarna, which they think ignores the problems and doesn’t inform everyone in the area about the rules, and doesn’t hold meetings in more languages.

“Fewer and fewer Swedes remain. In the past we had good fellowship and people came to meetings. But it has gradually become worse. I pay 5,500 krona for the apartment, but have no rights. I love children and don’t want to live in 50+ housing. Where shall I go?”

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