Our Swedish correspondent Svenne Tvaerskaegg has compiled this account of a sordid incident that is sadly all too typical of what Modern Multicultural Sweden has become.
by Svenne Tvaerskaegg
One afternoon a young Swedish girl, 14 years old and on the threshold of womanhood, was out exploring her growing independence in the adult world she was approaching. Her small town in central Sweden was safe at any time of day or night for youngsters strolling along the tidy streets lined by bright shops and middle-class villas, so her parents weren’t worried. She was looking for new adventures, and now that she had started to notice boys and boys has started to notice her, who knew what excitement she might find?
Amanda (not her real name — that is what the newspapers called her afterwards) went into a McDonald’s restaurant and caught sight of a young man she had seen before. He was a nice-looking young man, one of the interesting and exciting newcomers from distant and exotic lands who had recently come to her sleepy town. She knew all about the dark-eyed and handsome young men starting to make their appearance in her safe little world. She had learned all about them in school. They were our new friends, her teacher told her. “They have escaped from war and persecution to the safety of Sweden and we must show them kindness and understanding. They are just like us and they need our help.”
Amanda was intrigued. She would love to meet one of these newcomers and have him for a friend.
Amanda sat down next to the young man and they started to chat while drinking their coffee. Soon they were joined by two of the young man’s friends, stylish and friendly youths with the same exotic background, and they made small talk together, smiling at the young Swedish girl, making her feel special. Amanda was flattered. She had made three new friends. They left the restaurant and went for a walk, laughing, talking, having fun. Amanda was relaxed and happy. Life was interesting and exciting; so much to see, so much to experience in a whole new world that was opening up for her.
They walked into a wooded area and the young men began whispering to each other in a language Amanda didn’t understand. For the first time Amanda felt uneasy. The further they walked the more the young men’s attitude changed. They became aggressive and began to grope her. Now Amanda was frightened and told them to stop but they continued. Suddenly one of the young men grabbed Amanda, dragged her to the ground and brutally raped her while his friends stood round laughing. When he was finished he stood up and uttered the words she will never forget: “She’s yours now,” he said to his friends. “You can do what you want with her.”
For the next one and a half hours Amanda was subjected to a savage gang rape.
After they left she felt sick and dirty. Once home she went straight into the shower to try to wash off the dirt, but however much she scrubbed she couldn’t get clean. Tearfully she told her mother what had happened. Her mother called the police and the young men were quickly arrested, charged, and a trial date was set. But Amanda’s ordeal was far from over. One of the young men started to call Amanda repeatedly, attempting to persuade her, threatening her and even promising to knife her if she didn’t withdraw her complaint. Her health began to deteriorate. She had nightmares, waking up and screaming in the night and throwing objects around. On one occasion she kicked holes in the door of her bedroom. Amanda was prescribed sleeping tablets, and her mother had to lie in her bed with her to help her get through the night.
On the day of the trial Amanda testified against her attackers by video link. Mobile phone records and text messages confirmed Amanda’s testimony and guilty verdicts were easy to reach. Justice was then dispensed. One of her rapists — the one who threatened to knife her — was sentenced to eight months’ detention in the care of the social services, one was sentenced to six months detention in the care of the social services, and one was freed on all charges because he was under the age of fifteen at the time of the gang rape.
Amanda’s life is changed forever. She is terrified of meeting her rapists in the street, and no longer trusts people. “I used to believe everyone was good,” says a now cynical and bitter young Swedish girl aged beyond her years.
The conditions that led to Amanda’s rape are essentially the cause of Sweden’s problems: limitless naïveté and an incapacity to see that the world outside is a dangerous place. Most Swedes live in a happy-clappy universe where everyone, no matter where they are from, is just like them, open, tolerant and well-meaning. They happily greet all comers from every backward and violent nation on earth with open arms and “Refugees Welcome” signs so they can hold hands and dance around the Midsummer pole together with flowers in their hair while singing “Kumbaya”.
Like Amanda, Sweden is in for a rude awakening. What they are doing will not end well. Amanda’s words might well be Sweden’s epitaph: “I used to believe everyone was good”.
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