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The swastika spraying and fire alarm ringing. In October of 1993 I had distributed a flyer about changing the building code for soundproofing so people in the future would not have to suffer the indignity and horror of so privateless a place in the future. On October the sixth there had been a meeting of the tenants association in the recreation room at which the local member of parliament was to attend. The association president was a friend of his and, as it happened, the coming federal election was called on that day by then Prime Minister, the Right Honourable Jean Chr�tien. Before the MP's arrival I had a conversation with the association president at the front of the audience and well heard by them, where I called her a liar when she said we had privacy. There is no privacy where you can understand people through the walls and floors such as in this building. When the member arrived I was leaving and insulted him in a grand manner. (About 7 years later when I made this site and sent the URL to him with an apology, he phoned me and we had a reasonable conversation - but nothing was ever done about the problem.) The following Saturday night was Thanksgiving and I was out to dinner with 6 other persons when someone sprayed a swastika on the lady association president's door, which was at the other end of the hallway on the floor above me and near the fire alarm and stairwell down to my floor. I arrived back at the building just after the fire department arrived and the superintendent's wife who was looking after the needs of the firefighters who were then in the lobby, stopped to open the door and let me in. A few days later I heard a knock on the door above me - a tenant who's friends had proven to be my enemies and were going about backstabbing me in general apparently. I could hear clearly his conversation with the police officer who was at his door with a student observer asking about the flyer. When the officer and student came to my door I was asked if the flyer was hate literature, to which I laughed and explained it was about improving soundproofing so no one would ever have to suffer the indignities I was then suffering. They left. In the spring following (1994) the police must have come to the point of charging him with the alarm ringing and swastika spraying and he drank a bottle of booze and died. I didn't find this out, via the grapevine, for about two weeks after the incident, but on the evening following his death, someone apparently broke into his apartment and while there I heard them loudly declare that if I didn't shut up they would cut off my penis and stuff it in my mouth and stuff razors in my anus. I phoned the police at that time and had a long talk with them, but in typical disbelief of what can be heard through the walls or floors of such places, he suggested I should see a doctor. Totally stupid and useless. So I informed him that I disagreed but had phoned to be sure it was on the record. Nothing more came of this except that the management - who I suspect were the ones to fake the break in so they could attempt to terrify me into silence - then proceeded to give me an eviction notice. At first I was going to fight this, but quickly decided I did not wish to stay in a place full of people who could not admit the truth of the ugliness of the housing they lived in, and I move quickly out. As it happened the next place I went - a private and originally advertised as luxury on the Rideau River apartment with 300 units - was just as ugly. I lasted 3 months there before moving again. I then went through 4 more places between then and 1998. In that last apartment I was attacked by police at my door and seriously injured, observed by what appeared to be a female health officer, who then took me to a mental hospital where I was quickly interviewed and released within a half hour. They had been set upon me by neigbours who obviously heard what they had no business hearing were it a private apartment. See injury images. Following my writing a letter to a Catholic lady down the hall, to explain something about the situation, I was again visited by police who threatened me with harassment charges if I even spoke to her after that. The female officer reacting to my comments about noise suggested that I should move to the country, which was not feasible at all as best as I could see then. A short time later I got lucky, presumably, when I moved to the country with the help of a friend. As it happens, while I don't have to listen to fools through the walls, floors, and doors of this place, there is a lumber mill 11.5 K away, with clear sight lines, which is audible at low frequency, low volume, 24 hours a day 7 days a week most of the time. Except when they lay off the night shift and there is heavenly quiet. It is interesting to note that, in England now, if you wish to experience quiet you must find a "quiet map" which shows the areas in North England and Scotland and South West England, where the only quiet places are left. In Germany, there are many towns which outlaw flushing toilets or throwing out glass, metal or heavy noisy material, in the night time. Some world! Return to previous page. Go to next page. |