Mårten Gantelius continues with the topic of his most recent post, the systematic (and systemic) discrimination against fathers under Swedish family law.
Family Law and the Genocide Against Fathers
by Mårten Gantelius
Same job — same salary. Same crime — same punishment. Does this make me a femaleophobe and an Islamophobe? Young men have just as much reason to fear women as we all have to fear Islam.
Millions of fathers have died in the gutter, crying in grief over their lost children. I could easily have been one of them. The mothers and the entire society couldn’t care less. And the mentally injured and alienated children don’t even go to their funerals.
During fifteen intense years, my profession was producing and performing puppet theatre for children in an extremely women-dominated world. I could write a 3000-page book about brutal female violence against children — especially small children. In this period, I had many tough conflicts with women. At the performances, I was in charge, and I wouldn’t let anyone of them destroy the performances and the children’s experiences.
From my own story in Scania in the southern part of Sweden:
In June 1992, I had planned to spend two weeks at my beloved summer cottage in Kuggeboda in the archipelago of Blekinge together with my three children. My 15-month-old daughter had had some minor problems with her ears — nothing serious at all.
A few days before departure, my daughter’s mother called me from Copenhagen. She told me that two small tubes had been surgically inserted into each of my daughter’s ears, and that she couldn’t join us in Kuggeboda. “No way,”, I said, “I’ll pick her up, according to the court decision.”
All kidnapping mothers follow exactly the same compulsory — and thus predictable! — pattern of actions. And the children suffer. For example, you always need to be accompanied by a strong, articulate witness in every personal contact with them. My Danish friend Lasse from Copenhagen accompanied me.
To my surprise, the mother handed over our daughter to me. Before leaving Kävlinge, I took my daughter to the local medical center. I wanted a doctor to look at her ears and tell me if there were any restrictions in for example bathing. My oldest son stayed in the theatre bus reading magazines. His interest in his little sister was limited. My three-year-younger son joined us. He had grieved in the depth of his heart when his little sister had been taken away from him.
The female doctor examined the ears, and then she burst out at me: “How could you initiate such an idiotic surgery? And just before a summer with sun and bathing? Your daughter will probably have plenty of problems for many years — maybe for the rest of her lifetime.”
When I asked her “Can I have that in writing?”, the silence was thick. The doctor had realized that the mother was responsible, and not me. Of course I didn’t get anything in writing. It would have cost the doctor — with a slight foreign accent — her job, and she would have been blacklisted throughout the entire country. Breaking the Code of Women’s Solidarity is not for free. That’s one of the reasons why you never saw any women in court witnessing to the disadvantage of a kidnapping mother.
And the doctor was right. During my daughter’s entire childhood, her ears were repeatedly inflamed and caused her great pains. Fortunately, her problems ended when she went to college.
As soon as I had found a place to stay in Copenhagen in the late 1992, I wrote to Köbenhavns Overpräsidium, which is the authority that decides father’s access rights to their children. Not only had the mother caused my daughter physical injuries, now she was on her way to causing her Parental Alienation Syndrome that ruins people’s lives mentally. After tough negotiations, I was given the right to have my daughter one Saturday from 10am to 6pm and the same two weeks later “as a test”. If it “worked out well”, I could have her every second Saturday 10 am to Sunday 6 pm. The psychologist knew that I had taken the daily care of my children for more than ten years, and that my daughter was born in Sweden and had been kidnapped to Denmark by her mother. The vital point is that she knew that I knew that she knew. This is the conscious, ultimate humiliation/violation as one of the tools of the True Merchandise, which is breaking down fathers mentally. Without this understanding, you don’t have a shadow of a chance to survive.
I saved my daughter from Parental Alienation Syndrome, but it is inevitable that her hard drive had been filled with bytes, describing the low value of a loving father — not only by her mother, but by the entire society.