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The War Against Society A book by Author Jesper Persson

From Smith to criminal and the way back. (Only in Sweden)

Big thanks to! The following people have been very supportive to me during the writing. Thanks to you! So I could write down my gloomy life story! Chairman of the federation Christer. K Governing committee Lasse. L Author Michael. L Individual Ingela. L Individual Mossan Individual Lollo

But the biggest thanks, of course, I give my children Tobias and Alexander ho still call me dad! Daddy loves you! I will also give Anna one big thanks, because you raised the boys when I asked for it. Anna I also want to say sorry for all the stupid things i`ve done over the years, where you and oure children have suffered. Love Jesper

I give you mine lifestory, one lifestory you never forgot. I are not proud over my life or this crime I did. But I are proud over my kids and at I could tell you all my story on paper. To you which is a sensitive person I already want too warn too much nasty and scary events in this book. Much pleasure

Prologue Many write books to earn their living, and have it as their regular source of income, which is normal procedur. Personaly, I have written this book for two diffrent reasons. Want through this book to provide quite ordinary people, an explanation how easy things go wrong, and how difficult that is to stop it. This book explaining how major shortcomings that are is our right society, and, as with these shortcommings is actually a major contributing factor, that many people fall outside the system. Society is based on great chart for politican, who knows the truth, but hiding behind statisticans, which now show that crime rates fall in live their vulnerable goals. Truth knows most about, and has certainly already established political curtain, as a playful only politicans have to drench their own bad conscience. The second part of this book, describes my own commitments as a criminal, total whitout conscience and empathy for other people. By reading this book, you will see how man ascends more and more out of society, in slow but brutal way, both mentally and physically. And the strange thing about it is, that you as a person do not realize it yourself until you stand there as the worst bus and hated by society.

That I made life sick for many people is something I have to live with the rest of my life, and they are exposed with their misery. To say that everything should be done would be just a big lie. You can only try to explain what happened and why. Probably a bad comfort for an exposed person, but maybe a help to understand it better, than to think it was personal. Many will surely their conscience by signing, its a goal I personally do not have but just want to say it with my own words. What other people will like about me, is up to them. I dont want to influence their attitude about what they thinking about me. So if you are a Smith or an exposed person you will regardless of profile, get a new view of this legal community. You will read by these lines, how I as a person changed from an ordinary person with houses, children, dogs, and to be a criminal empathetic soul.

Chapter 1 I was born and raised in Kingdom of Sweden, in SkĂĽne county. Already like a little powerful child I got a special upbringing, my parents worked in my grandfathers business which was carried out with sheetmetal, I became more or less grown up in the workshop, or home with my grandmother who grew up to me for the most part, with good results. My grandmother has always meant incredibly much, for both me and my upbringing. Its was she who had to become the parents figure thats my mother and father would have been in normal cases. My grandmother never hesitated when it came to me, and always on hand as a safe backing for me. The biggest part of my growing up was with my grandmother. My grandmother and grandfather ran a business, and so did I offen bring them to the workshop, which was a highlight to be on. There were giant machines used in this profession. I remember one maskin, how you call edge equipment, and used when cracking or bending sheet pieces. A maskin that was incredibly tall and big in my little world. That was also this maskin ho my grandfather banned me to touch, then there was a high risk of clamping wiith my little hands. When my grandfather tells something, you never forgot it. My grandfather had extremely big eyebrows, that he pulled together when he was on a more determind mood. He was a very kind, but determind person you would not be angry with.

He had the ability just look at me, and I know to sharpened or would his determind eyebrows collapse in the nasty way you would not ask for. Then I was home with my grandparents in theres home, I had a par of ornamentslippers, as my grandmother had hung up on the wall inside the frontdoor, this slippers I have a clear memory of. I had always this slippers when I ran around on grandmas lawn and played football. I have a strong memory of them, because I always fell when I had them on me. As clear as I remember, my grandmother came running every time I fall, and that helped me back up. That I ran and fall all the way around, probably due to the fact that I was a round little guy, with a few extra kilos too much. And with a blue seamstress, and splendid as Thore Skogman as well as a side leg that was not to play with. Stupid times I hit myself and got sad, always my grandmother comforted with, Its over when you marry! I was at my grandparents at last from 6 years old to 12 years age. I do not know which one feels most annoying, At my parents not took me home or that, I have no memory of my mother doing any activites with me. Frankly, I can not get on anything my mother did. As example, an outing or played game. It does not matters now, but the question is about my parents passive presence has created a greater need for me to be seen. One question I wonder about today? There was one activites my mother do, and that was to go to the emergencyroom in the middle of the night, in the smallest case. I dont now how many nigths I have sitting on an emergency room, beacuse of her infected condition of illness. 8

But I had give my father a little praise, when he went to the tivoli, circus and a number of trips to Denmark with me. Now Im not convinced that Denmarks trips were for my sake. Perhaps beacuse the beer had ended at home. I dont now? With my hand in hand, I can not say we did so much together. But my father had not so easy at home when he was kid. Nothing I researched Its more a feeling. He was born during the war years and it was not that easy at the time. When you writting your own book, then you get a lot to think about. I can not praise my parents, they certainly did their best to educate me. But I feel disappointed with many things, then they said I was good at my grandmother and grandfather. There are many who have had more difficulty in their upbringing. Its the lack of my parents pesence that feels like a big gap, even though my grandmothers care was bestkind. So are the parents, who are the roots in a childs safety. My grandmother had probably gastric ulcer, now when she nows how my life had been, not a life after her education. My parents worked very hard, in order to support us children. My mother worked in my grandfathers company for a while. Then she became like many other mothers housewife, which at that time could be. Though my mother got housewife, I stayed with my grandmother and grandfather, and it is still a question that I never received a reply to. Why they not took me home. According to my grandmother, so was the reason my mom was offen ill.

Now afterwards, I know shes a hypocondriator which has a journal thicker than, gone with the wind book. Maybe hard said, but unfortunatly the truth about my mothers progress in healthcare. My father was a workforce, as I barely know how he looked, when he was almost never at home with his family. He was even less with my grandmother, Ie with her in-laws. Which made me see him very little, has probably been sitting in his knee 10 times during my whole grouth. My father has always had a lot of emotion, nothing he showed at all. They were my grandmother for thousands. At school I was problem child, I dont want to go to school, I had no friends but was not bullied or exposed, probably I was not a person who burned for school, I feel like a rebellion, went my own way and strangled in others. You can say, that during my birth, the first seed was empathetic. This seed has evolved thronghout my growing up and grown life what I am today. But like all seeds, it must have something that feeds and that makes it grow. Namely to my seed of life, is like in real life a mixture of many ingredients, just like man who eats a nutritions diet. What I want to say is, that there are many things that steered me into the criminal road. Of course I and 5 other children were allowed to go to the special class, the place school placed messy children, so we did not bother other children. During my adult life, have meet our specialteacher at one time, he then confirmed that the school classified the children by family relationshhip, the richer the better you were considered. If you were a problem child you were nothing worth it. 10

Now 20 years later, he though it was wrong, but that was the case, right or wrong, what do you think? When you think how society was at that time, you might wonder how my schooling has come with some other conditions, if the school could help me in an individual and supportive manner, I would have had better opportunity. But no, its not the schools fault that I entered the crime scene. The thing I want to say is, with better support to develop as an individual, and with a better platform that could be developed into greater work opportunnities, perhaps high school or vocational education helped.

Chapter 2 Although have I today a education in building sheet warehousing. My father made sure I got the education, he employed a vocational teacher from a high school in the field of construction. It was this person who was responsibly for my vocational education. I worked in my grandfathers company, which my father took over when my granbdfather retired. When I finished my education in sheet metal, that consisted of 6800 hours of education, I worked in the company for a few years, until my dad took my brother into the firm, though he was not interested in working there, but we should have a same salary. It only cost 15 swedish kronor between us, totally wrong, but my dad though it was right. My brother did not know what was up or down the hammer, but we should have same salary. So because of my annoyance on my family, we slipped apart. In the same vein, we moved to another place. I had to leave the friends I had, and find new ones. May now find out that the move was succesful, but I made some pointless protests. Just then I hated my parents just because, they wanted to change their homes. The new town was a suburb of Malmรถ, and there lived a nest cousin to me, and we started to hang out together. It opened up to a new acquaintance circle for me. There I meet Anna who was a girl in 22 years. She was cute, but I was more or less lucky for her, when she was attending eldery boys, but our roads should be crossed.

One day I went to my nest cousin on my motorcycle, and then I should go home, my motorcycle was gone. I do not belived my eyes, my bike was stolen. But after 1 our it came a girl driving with it. That was Anna. She had borrowed my bike to leave a movie as they watched the night before. She currently had no vehicle, so she took my bike. She said thanks for the loan, I stood like a tall statue and did not get a sound. I was completely quiet. I was like floating clouds, could only think of Anna. In the sommer we had a party in my nest cousins house, a party some ended with hes parents thought it out of order. An then when the evening come we fall in sleep in a tent in the garden. When the morning hours came, I wake up to my nest cousin lies on my shoulder all the way. The reason for it, was at under the night Anna had come into our tent, she lay between me and my nest cousin, and she had only a thin t-shirt who did not keep her breasts in place. Her one breast had come outside the t-shirt. Imagine yourself, two guys and a nice girl of 22 years with the breasts on the fan. There was still a tent with testosterone stallions in. It was not straightforward when Anna woke up and wondered if we wanted breakfast, strangely enough neither me or my nest cousin want some food. Anna went to eat, all we wanted was a bag of ice to cool down some body part with. For Anna was this party, only a party where she asleep in our tent, but for me who was completely in love with this girl, was it not so easy.

I thought she had come to our tent for my sake, but my nest cousin thought she had come for his sake. Anyway...after a few days, we realized that it was not the case. Was at a point forced to gone home to my parents, then I could not be at my nest cousin all the time, when I come home I meet my mother and she wondered why I never was at home? I explained that it was summer, and we were out camped like all other youths. A statement she accepted, went in to pack new clothes, would have to go again the next morning. When I finished, I went out into the garden to keep calm, I meet my father and he wondered why I not had been in work on the whole week? I explained that I felt unfairly treated, given that my brother had as much as my salary. My father said we were a family business, and that I could benefit my brother. My answer to my father was, then my brother could do the same work as me, my dad got angry, and went in and took a beer to be calm, to settle for my answer. My dad come out again, in the same, moment a friend came to him, they sat down at our garden table with whose beers. I lay in a hammock between two trees. After a while, my mother came to my letter, a pink letter, who had sent me a letter? I oppened it and it stood, YOU`VE GOT ME ON, and then there was a fishing hook. I did not take anything, probably I was purely proud of my first love letter. I did not understand what the hook meant, I lay down in the hammock, and look at the letter who someone sent me, when my father wondered who sent it? I dont now! 14

Was my response to him, and that I did not understand what was meant. Damn...you can read he said, yes I said but I can not understand it. I walked to him, and showed him the letter, my dad screamed straight out...are you stupid? YOU`VE GOT ME ON THE HOOK! Do you feel well, and my dads friend laughing, I said...I fell well. No I dont beliwed you he said. He asked me if I was in love? Yes I said, but the problem was just that I did not know who sent it. That night I could not sleep, just thought about who could send the letter. All my friends were also curios when I told them about it. Everybody tried to find out who it was, but without results. One evening, Anna goes to the campsite we were on, and she asked me if I got hers letter? My whole world stopped... ehh yes I stumbled! Good said Anna, because I sent that to you, I was pure pampered... what would I say? She look in my eyes with a light smile on their lips. And her next question was, if I will come home to her in this evening? Yes I said, but where do you live? Right across your house of nest cousin. Okey... what time? Came when you want, I do a sallad we can eat if you feel like it? Clearly I wanted to meet, more than well. At 18.00 in the evening, stood in front of her door, had not even bought a flower, probably my age have something to do with it could, barely think in romantic termes. She not came to the door when I called on, I heard a voice that said, come in! Anna stood in the kitchen with the sallad she makes. Since Anna was living with an elderly person, which was quite so rich, nice furniture and a well stocked bar cabinet, so it became easier to talk to Anna after a couple of rounds to the bar.

The liquor had the advantage of lightening the mood and the evening ended as desired in the bedroom with Anna. It was the same trip the following night, I started to understand that we had a relationship of the more serious type, might be too serious, because two weeks later comes Anna and tells me, she is pregnant! And she want to keep the kid, I did not know what to answar, I thought with a lump in my throat.