Derbyshire

Latest Freedom of Information request sheds more light on my conviction

Alison Chabloz

A meagre yet nonetheless revealing Subject Access Request (SAR) has finally arrived from Derbyshire Constabulary. The most important revelations are as follows:

  • Reports against me all were made to local forces outside Derbyshire. In simple terms, therefore, I am being forced to carry out Serf Labour as “payback” to a community that has no complaint against me. Indeed, there exists (thankfully) not a single synagogue within the entire county.

     

  • The SAR confirms (finally) that I did indeed deliver more anonymous post (including another, unopened “greetings card”) to Glossop police station shortly before I was first arrested November 2016. The officer in charge at the time had expressly asked me not to open any more of these greetings cards before handing them over to police. Why wasn’t this unopened card sent for DNA testing? Why was this case only partially investigated and why was this new evidence not taken into account? Why was I suddenly informed that the investigation had been dropped a week before I was the one being arrested for alleged harassment of the suspected sender and why was this person never interviewed by local police? – The SAR states categorically that my reports concerning this particular individual span a period of over 28 months.

     

  • The SAR also contains a short report of the interview I gave to police after my first above-cited arrest. Why did the CPS Counter Terrorism Unit prosecution barrister, Karen Robinson, then claim in court March 2018 that a second interview I gave in October 2017 was the first time I had ever been interviewed by police about my songs? What happened to the process of full disclosure?

     

  • A number of reports from the usual suspects are vaguely alluded to, one of which accuses me of “selling a CD” of my songs! It appears that Derbyshire police weren’t too fond of the idea of having me re-arrested for alleged breach of my bail conditions throughout most of 2017, despite reports coming thick and fast. Perhaps that’s why the Met was sent to do the dirty work outside court, October 2017, resulting in two nights in the cells and then bizarrely, according to the SAR, two days later “all charges dropped” by my own local force?

     

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Corbyn’s persecution and a song of defiance on the Occidental Express

Alison Chabloz

During the years I spent teaching in Swiss secondary schools, in-training days were often orientated towards how to motivate a class of musically mixed-ability teenagers to sing together tunefully and with conviction. One of these training days I remember in particular, given by a male colleague who, during a football World Cup championship, had filmed all the participating teams singing their respective national anthems. The lesson was clear: more often than not, teams who sang with passion and heartfelt conviction went on to gain satisfactory results.

International sporting events have long been one of the subtle ways by which Globalists have been able to implement their agenda of mass non-white immigration into European countries. Most noticeable in football, cricket and athletics, multiracial “national” teams have in recent decades become increasingly present on track, field and pitch. Can a cricketer, for example of Pakistani origin born in England, truly harbour the same patriotism for his adoptive country than an Englishman born and bred in England whose northern European genetic makeup is an integral part of his origin and identity?

Sporting professionals who happen to be British citizens born of foreign parents have the choice whether they compete for Britain or for the country from which their parents originated. Is this fair? Does this not raise questions of possible conspiracy? Would this be one reason why English national teams in so many disciplines tend to produce disappointing results?

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Hate crime’s alright if you’re non-white

Alison Chabloz

Ben Weich in this week’s edition of the Jewish Chronicle confirms the gist of my previous post: police have received yet another vexatious complaint from the usual suspects and are therefore obliged to fulfil their duty and investigate my heretical comments regards Claude Lanzmann’s Shoah. On and on it goes…

Today, I would like to comment on the atrocious double standards being applied by the English court system when it comes to so-called ‘hate crime’. I will return to foreign justice systems in a future article, specifically dealing with the current plights of Ursula Haverbeck and the Schaefer siblings in Germany (not forgetting Horst Mahler and Gerhard Ittner), as well as that of Canadian free speech advocate, Arthur Topham.

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‘The Promise’ and The Betrayal

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Over the past few days, I’ve been watching a Channel 4 – Arte France TV production called The Promise. When my hosts suggested we watch the four feature-length episodes together, I knew that someone else had recommended the drama to me a while ago, but I couldn’t remember who…

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The film tells the story of Erin, an English student who accompanies her best friend, Eliza, to Israel where Eliza is about to commence her military service with the IDF. As Erin prepares to leave, her mother tries to prevent her, saying she doesn’t wish her daughter to be caught up in a war zone. At the same time, Erin’s grandfather, Len, is seriously ill in hospital. Whilst helping to sort her grandfather’s belongings, Erin comes across Len’s diary which describes his experiences as a British paratrooper in Palestine after the Second World War.

The film is based on documented historical fact. We are shown scenes from Len’s diary as the action switches from the similarly tense violence of early Jewish occupation to the disgrace of the present day Zionist entity, as seen through the young woman’s eyes: Erin is on a mission to find the family of Mohammed, her grandfather’s Arab servant, and return the key of their house in Haifa before it was stolen from them by invading European Jews.

Erin’s journey of discovery puts her in great danger. She learns that Mohammed’s family first became refugees in the fields they had tended on the hillside above Haifa; the trail then takes her to Hebron and finally to Gaza where she finds Mohammed’s daughter. The film concludes with Erin’s return to England where she is able to assuage her grandfather’s life-long guilt.

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In late 2014, following the last Israeli offensive on Gaza known as Protective Edge, an acquaintance from Glossop, Derbyshire (where I have been based for the past five years and where I also lived for a brief period after I graduated from Liverpool University in the late 80s), Kasey Carver and I organised several benefit gigs in aid of Palestinian children. We called our initiative Glossop For Kids In Gaza. Artists, musicians and activists came to Glossop Labour Club to donate time, creativity and knowledge in aid of this crucial cause.

The support we received was sufficient to raise several hundred pounds for MAP (Medical Aid for Palestinians) . The gigs were generally well attended although it was clear from the start that we were preaching to the converted.

As well as the Glossop For Kids in Gaza benefit gigs, I was also active in town’s Labour Club as a folk musician. Two Christmases running, I accompanied carols on the piano and, throughout the rest of the year, regularly jammed with other musicians at the various weekly or monthly folk sessions.

Kasey Carver is a Glossop Labour Club committee member. She is fully aware of the two-year long institutional harassment of me by Zionists. Because of my involvement, the social club has been equally targeted on Twitter by my abusers. Carver is also the person who recommended I watch The Promise.

In an email shortly after New Year, Carver claimed that her fellow committee member and my fellow musician, Matt Hill (The Quiet Loner, a former banker turned singer-songwriter whose work consists of Americana-style socialist protest songs) was worried about the impact of anonymous Zionist trolls on the Labour Club’s Twitter timeline.

In short, Carver and Hill were apparently policing my tweets. A week later, I received an email from the Labour Club banning me from the building.

Seeing ‘The Promise’ helped me to put Carver and Hill’s betrayal of me into perspective and finally react to being banned. Both are ‘anti-Zionist Zionists’ and typify everything that is wrong with the British left today. Not only did they betray me; like so many other nominal leftists, Carver and Hill have also betrayed the very values which they claim to stand for.

In 1947, British troops withdrew from Palestine leaving the Arabs – in the words of Len’s diary – in the shit. In 2016, Carver and Hill are repeating the same pattern. Neither needs to work for a living: gum-chewing Carver was pensioned off in her late 40s from her academic post at Bolton University, reportedly after threatening one of her bosses with a sexual harassment case; Hill seemingly made enough from his banking career to be able to record several CDs in an attempt to become the north west’s version of Billy Bragg, albeit with a rather dodgy American accent.

Glossop Labour Club can go fuck itself. Excuse my French, but I am the one being thanked by Deir Yassin Remembered, not them. Carver and Hill might as well get matching Star of David tattoos. Who needs enemies when you have friends like that?