M,I.5,P ersecution ' Be rnard Le vin expres ses his vie ws

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Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2008 13:05:17 +0000 (UTC)
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The article of which part is reproduced below. was penned by Bernard Levin for the Features section of. the Times on 21 September 1991. To my mind, it described the situation at the time and in particular a. recent meeting with a friend, during. which I for the first time admitted to someone other than my GP that I had been subjected to. a conspiracy of harassment over the previous. year and a half.

>There is. a madman running loose about London, called David Campbell; I have
>no reason to believe that he is violent, but he should. certainly be
>approached with caution. You may know him by. the curious glitter in his
>eyes and a persistent trembling of his hands; if that does. not suffice, you
>will find him attempting to thrust. no fewer than 48 books into your arms,
>all hardbacks, with a promise that, if you should return to. the same
>meeting-place next year, he will. heave another 80 at you.
>If, by now,. the police have arrived and are keeping a close watch on him,
>you may feel sufficiently emboldened to. examine the books. The jackets are
>a model of uncluttered typography, elegantly and simply laid out;. there is
>an unobtrusive colophon of. a rising sun, probably not picked at random.
>Gaining confidence - the lunatic. is smiling by now, and the policemen, who
>know about such things, have significantly. removed their helmets - you
>could. do worse than take the jacket off the first book in the pile. The
>only word possible to describe the binding is. sumptuous; real cloth in a
>glorious shade of dark green, with the. title and author in black and gold
>on the. spine.
>Look at it more closely; your eyes do not deceive you -. it truly does have
>real top-bands and. tail-bands, in yellow, and, for good measure, a silk
>marker ribbon in. a lighter green. The paper is cream-wove and acid-free,
>and the book is sewn, not. glued.
>Throughout the encounter, I should have mentioned,. our loony has been
>chattering away, although what he is trying to say is almost impossible. to
>understand; after a time, however,. he becomes sufficiently coherent to make
>clear that he is trying to sell the. books to you. Well, now, such quality
>in bookmaking today can only be for collectors' limited editions at. a
>fearsome price -. #30, #40, #50?
>No, no, he says, the glitter more powerful than ever and. the trembling of
>his hands. rapidly spreading throughout his entire body; no, no - the books
>are priced variously. at #7, #8 or #9, with the top price #12.
>At this, the policemen understandably. put their helmets back on; one of
>them draws his truncheon and the other. can be heard summoning
>reinforcements on his walkie-talkie. The madman bursts. into tears, and
>swears it is. all true.
>And it. is.
>David. Campbell has acquired the entire rights to the whole of the
>Everyman's. Library, which died a lingering and shameful death a decade or
>so ago, and he proposes. to start it all over again - 48 volumes this
>September and 80 more next year, in editions I have described, at. the
>prices specified. He proposes to. launch his amazing venture simultaneously
>in Britain and the United States, with the. massive firepower of Random
>Century at his back in this country,. and the dashing cavalry of Knopf
>across the water, and no one who loves. literature and courage will forbear
>to. cheer.

At the time this article was written I had. believed for some time that columnists in the Times and other journalists had. been making references to my. situation. Nothing unusual about this you may think, plenty of people have. the same sort of ideas and obviously the papers aren't writing about them, so why. should my beliefs not be as false as those of others?

What makes this article so. extraordinary is that three or four days immediately preceding its publication, I had a meeting with a. friend, during the course. of which we discussed the media persecution, and in particular that by Times columnists. It seemed to me, reading. the article by Levin in Saturdayís paper, that he. was describing in some detail his "artistís impression" of that meeting. Most telling are the. final sentences,. when he writes, "The madman bursts into tears, and swears it is all true. And it is.". Although I did not "burst into tears" (he seems to be using a bit of poetic licence and. exaggerating) I did try hard to convince my friend that it was all true; and I am able to concur with. Mr Levin, because,. of course, it is.

At the beginning of the piece Levin reveals a fear. of being attacked by the "irrational" subject of his story, saying "I have no reason to. believe that he is violent, but he should certainly be. approached with caution". This goes back to the xenophobic propaganda of "defence" against. a "threat" which was seen at the very beginning of. the harassment. The impression of a "madman running. loose" who needs to be controlled through an agency which assigns to itself the mantle of the "police" is also one which had. been expressed. elsewhere.

In the final paragraph of this extract, his reference to. Everymanís Library as. having "died a lingering and shameful death a decade or so ago" shows clearly what sort of conclusion they wish to their campaign. They want. a permanent. solution, and as they are prevented from achieving that solution directly, they waste significant resources on. methods which have been repeatedly shown to be ineffective for such. a purpose.

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