Slaves report.

 

So you hear from me again.This winter has been long and hard, massa Reinfeldt brings new slaves every day. They are already sick when they come and some of dem has not eaten for days. I gave one sick slave my bread one day but the jailkeeper Engström saw me do it. She took me to jail and I had to sit there for four days. I did not get food them days myself. I was so hungry when I came out. Jailkeeper Engström told that this should be a lesson for me.  Then she went to Stockholm and her warden Bermudez-Swanqvist was in charge. She is a hard woman and she likes when slaves are getting whipped. So there is always a slave gettting whipped every day. Jailkeeper Engström have told warden to follow instructions completely. And warden does. She enjoys it.

Warden Bermudez-Swanqvist

They say that spring is coming now. We all slaves knows that spring is here. Massa Reinfedts fields need to be done for next season of cotton. We work all day, with just a little water and some watery soup. The bread is old and hard to chew. But I put the bread in the soup and then it gets more easy to chew. My teeth are getting more and more bad for every day that passes. But I’m glad that massa Reinfeldt has not seen my teeth yet. If he did, he just takes dem. Sometimes we don’t work hard and fast enough. Warden Engström comes and watches us working. She has her whip hanging in a string at the side of her horse. I’m afraid of that big black horse. Don’t want to come near it.

Some slaves work ’til they die. You can se them die on the fields every day. Many other slaves cry when they see that happeni’n. I look yp in the sky and bend my knees praying to The Lord for mercy. But we’ve seen no mercy yet.  So I just work dem fields and say no more. Not for now.

Dear Lord.
I pray to you.Set us free. Liberate us from the evil Massa. Massa Reinfeldt and his neighbour Massa Borg are heading for bad times and therefore whip us every day behind our cabin. We go to sleep with blooded backs and our children are taken away from us. Wifey are sick of worry. I can not help her, my body are in chains. Massa Reinfeldt has not fed us for days. A fellow slave has eaten dirt for twoo days now. He can do that, he’s got no teeth. The dirt will not harm him. He looks strange,makes me afraid, we are poor, poor in body and soul, hungry.
Some slaves has esacped, with the posse chasing them, with no luck so the rest of us had to be whipped. A slave told me that he has seen some sheds in the woods, where the fugitives hide.
I dream every night about the sheds, in my dreams they are made of gold.
Dear Lord hear my pray. Set us free. Before we all die…

It is so cold that the bucket of water we keep in cabin has frozen, instead of water there is a lump of ice in the bucket. Slaves are thursty. We have no food, massa Reinfeldt thought we didn’t work hard enough. How to work outside with stiff,cold fingers?  Some of us hasn’t come home yet today. Maybee they’re dead. I don’t know. Some old slaves has vanished but massa Reinfeldt always buys new ones at slavemarket in Stockholm. He don’t want fresh ones, they are to expensive, he go much for slaves that are old. He buys many old slaves and before they come to cabin he takes their teeth, if they have any. So they won’t miss real food because they have nothin’ to chew with.

Our clothes are thin and full of wholes. Some slaves steal other slaves clothes. I still have my old clothes, but it’s a matter of time I wake up in the morning freezing like hell, and my clothes are gone. But massa Reinfeldt says it’s nothin’ and gives us old sacks instead, they are a bit warm but full of wholes dem too.

It’s cold outside but it’s cold inside too, everythin’ are just darned cold. I better set cabin on fire, makes us warm…

(Picture from webpage englishclass.jp)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Massa Reinfeldt is more than happy. His rates of governement are raisin. But as a christian he has forgotten the word of giving. Me and my fellow slaves ain’t got nothing from him. Massa wants us to starv now. Because of that, I’ve had no strenght to write on the bits of old wallpapers I’ve found at Massas attic. The conditions are real bad. Pray for us during christmas time!

 

Massa Reinfeldt says I’m no good. He keeps me here and I have nowhere to go. The chains are to heavy. I shall stay here ’til I die! I and my fellow slaves are hungry and many of us has very bad teeth. Some of us are really sick and they should not work at all. There are doctor’s who tries to help us but Massa and his colleauges in the governement has decided that the slaves are not ill. And the governement authorities helps massa as much as they can.

We slaves stand alone in this, the governement opponents are a bleak bunch of politicians that has lost their goals. They are at no help for us. So we stand alone in this. One politician even told some of us that “they could not do more” and that she with her colleauges in the opposite parties urged us to more or less do the opponent work ourselves. We sat here around our small fire in the evening and some of us said that we had been betrayed. Some of us slaves are really angry, and many of us doesn’t trust the opponent parties anymore. Even if they in a votation in the parlament stopped the authorities to start more slave cabins. But slavery contiunes. I see new slaves every day.

Massa Reinfeldt and his Missy (Minister for Employment) Hillevi Engström continues to ignore a political decision. They are openly involved  in slaves annihilation. Many slaves will die! They will starve to death, slowly, slowly!

I found some paper in Massas office to write on, it is hard to find paper an pen as a slave and I do not know when I will find paper and pen again to write so I can tell you more about how we slaves are abused. There are noone out there who can help us carry the word. We are betrayed!

I and my fellow slaves ar still kept inprisoned by the workingterms that our governement has doomed us to!
There are getting more and more slaves coming in to this! Since our governement does’nt have any real plans in how to deal with this high unemploymentrates. So therefore they hide us in diffrent slavecamps around the country. We are forced to work without any pay except for the extremely small amounts of payment from the beneficary authorities. Money that noone can live on…
And still, there are many of us that comits ordinary jobs at our slavecamps.

 

There are thousands of unemployed people in Sweden today that are forced into modern slavery by the State Job-Centres. Via this system they are under repression. The system is called Fas 3 in the Jobb och Utvecklingsgarantin, phase 3 and Job and Development-guarantee in english, a quick translation.

This is the end staion for the unemployed who has circulated too long in the general system. All options has been tested with no results what so ever. And it’s not very hard to understand why. A bureaucratic system doesn’t keep tools to work efficiently with the clients as they should. The main reason is that the system doesn’t regard people as individuals. The unemployed people in phase 3 is seen as a group of people that shall be treated with a very strict and controlling management. Just like slaves.

The beneficary-rates are extremely low for these people and many of them are more or less made poor in this way. Since the State has pointed out this working action for them they are doomed to a life in total poverty, forced into a lifestyle with debts that can’t be paid and in the long run made homeless. How to pay for rent when you have nothing to pay with? During this, the status of health undergo a catastrophic development. Because they have no possiblities to get dental care, health care and medications. They simply cannot afford it.

So, the Swedish governement are responsible for making people poor. In total contradiction to their election-promises and political agenda. 

I’ll write more later on from my slavecottage. Hopefully you don’t have to wait too long…

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