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Klara Kops – It’s a story

The following is an excerpt from the book ‘Assange in Sweden: The Police Investigation‘. A portion of the proceeds from your purchase will go to the WikiLeaks Defence Fund. Thank you.

‘Klara Kops’ was an expression minted to describe the bungling efforts of the Swedish police and prosecution authority to handle the case of Julian Assange. It’s of course based on the famous ‘Keystone Kops’ from the days of silent movies.

The story of ‘Assange in Sweden’ is not so much a story of Assange as it’s a story of modern Sweden – the Sweden that superseded the ‘golden years’ of Tage Erlander and Olof Palme, when the US Republican Party gained a foothold by cultivating a young Fredrik Reinfeldt, when CIA buddy Carl Bildt was openly sending information to his friends in Langley who then, according to diplomatic cables released by WikiLeaks, concocted the big ‘Russian submarine scare’ of the 1980s – all the while Bildt was taking the podium in the parliament and denouncing the sitting government for ‘going soft’ on the Russians – all in a concerted effort to push public opinion in the country to the right and into the waiting arms of the United States.

It’s a story of a woman who’d published a ‘revenge plan’ to use when jilted by a lover – a woman with mysterious ties to strange organisations.

It’s a story of how, on word of mouth alone, the prosecutor-on-duty at one of Stockholm’s most trafficked police stations issued a warrant in absentia in a case where there still hadn’t been any formal testimony, on the grounds that foreigners could skip the country – only for this same prosecutor to spill the beans to the tabloids, thereby undermining her own stated intentions.

It’s a story of how this ‘Klara Kops’ police station, one of the busiest in the country, sitting atop the biggest train station in the country, with strict orders to make video recordings of all testimony in all cases of this nature, suddenly had no video equipment available, professedly had no audio equipment available either, and yet, using a ‘conceptual format’, took down the words of witnesses anyway, interpreting those words as they went on.

It’s a story of how a few Swedish journalists decided to ‘out’ Julian Assange, despite clear rules of ethics against such willful defamation – possibly because they intuitively realised, from their editor-in-chief on down, that they’d stumbled onto the biggest scoop in their publishing history.

It’s a story of how one of the country’s premier advocates of ‘politically correct’ went on national television and instructed the citizenry to not think about the puzzling case.

It’s a story of how one lawyer possibly saw a chance to make a career comeback, and petitioned to have a case that had been dropped reopened – something even the women making the accusations didn’t know was possible.

It’s a story of a country long famous for its equality between the sexes, where equality has long since ceased to be an issue, and where radical feminist conventions regularly end their meetings with chants about how they’re going to dismember and hang all men.

It’s a story of a country with a long and unmatched history of miscarriages and travesties of justice, created by a flimsy judicial system where court judges most often have no education in the law whatsoever, and by powerful media organisations intent only on increasing their readership, damn the torpedoes and the innocents.

It’s a story of a country completely out of control, where a serial killer turned out to be no more than an institutionalised and drugged-out victim of authorities who were the really crazy ones.

It’s a story of radical ‘feminism’ so out of control that clinics in the capital regularly issue ‘rape certificates’ based not on forensic science but on what the ‘patients’ – and above all the doctors – feel.

It’s a story of a small country where everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows how the game is really played; so it’s no surprise that most of the evils exposed never get legs, because those in power always know someone who can stop the stories from spreading (as in the above case of the fake ‘rape certificates’ where the husband of the doctor in question is the head legal counsel for the country’s biggest news organisation).

It’s a story ripe with the stench of collusion. A collusion shared by the United Kingdom and Australia, and against a man and his organisation that otherwise enjoy unparalleled international renown.

It’s a story that would never have been told if Julian Assange hadn’t returned to Sweden on Wednesday 11 August 2010.

The truth will out, the truth wins out.

Stockholm/London 19 February 2013

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