The trial in the District court

Friday, April 16, 1999 prosecuted:
Hans Olsson of murder.
Ib Johansen for protecting the criminal.
Stefan Ling for protecting the criminal.


They are judged by a unanimous District Court:
Hans Olsson to 10 years in prison for murder.
Ib Johansen to 6 months in jail for protecting the criminal.
Stefan Ling to 6 months in jail for protecting the criminal.


All three then resident in Gislaved.


There are a variety of witnesses who support the incident with the time precision one would expect that people have a Saturday night, ie the diffs here and there.

... and we're not talking about a big city without a den that is pretty deserted on a Saturday night.


There is forensic evidence in the form of fibers from Jorgen's pants in Ib Johansen's car and there are fibers from Ib Johansen's seat on Jorgen's pants.
Fibre has no DNA so one can not say that they are from something just that it's the same type of fibers.
So they can not establish, support only that the person has been sitting in the car.

Since it has been the decisive evidence, Ib Johansen's recognition that corresponds well with the other witnesses' observations.

BUT ... Ib Johansen says he did not know it was Jorgen they drove, he did not recognize Jorgen appearance.
Which is bullshit, saying that he didnt knew who and knew the look of him who  Hans Olsson claimed had fired him 1995.
Of course he knew who Hans Olsson "looking" for.


I thought it was strange that he is not overly talented man had been legally strategic when he finally told the truth.
I assumed he consulted anyone or been told it by his attorney.
This, I have been explained by both lawyers and police officers that it "probably" because he knew it was Jorgen he would be prosecuted for complicity in murder. Did he not get it "just" protecting the criminal.


Stephen Ling admits that he went home to Hans Olsson and told me that Jorgen was in town.
He also acknowledges that he has been asked to lie about where he picked up Hans Olsson, in the police questioning


Case nr. B 131-99 Värnamo District Court. for those who want to immerse themselves in

The incident cotinuation

HO call SL and ask him to pick him up at an address near Holmen.

On 23 Dec IJ get a call from HO who want him to come to the office.

He gets there with his partner and children and get a fruit basket for Christmas outside the office then ask HO him to follow up in the office.
HO talking about the night of 19-20 Dec and giving the instruction about what he would say at any police questioning.

On 27 Dec  IJ gets a call from HO who want him to come to the office to discuss any papers to be filled in.
When he comes to the office SL is there.


IJ tells HO that he had been in police interrogation same day and HO then want to know what questions asked.
IJ says he adhered to the times and places determined last time they met.

HO says that "Jorgen must have had a guardian angel" and "there is a miracle he lives with a shot to the head and one in the chest."
HO also says "I should have thrown him in Nissan."
IJ then asks why he did not. He answers "had it not been so bloody, I had done it."

The incident, the murder.

I have used the district court's judgment as a base wich is complete, clear and well written.
Målnr. B 131-99 Värnamo District Court.
For those who want to form their own opinion.


During the afternoon on Saturday, the 19 December 1998 go Jorgen from Gnosjö where he lives to a friend in Anderstorp.
They drink some beer and around 21:30 -21: 45 goes Jörgen and two of his friends to Gislaved.
They drink more alcohol and around 22: 30-23: 00 they come to the restaurant the Goose.
Where he stays until just before closing time and he was seen by witnesses at oj-oj's store at 01 o'clock.
Then he goes to a block called the Valley.


This night is the SL, which is in the service of the HO's firm and he sees Jorgen around 00:15 at oh-ojs store.
He then immediately go to HO:s home and says that he has seen Jorgen.

HO leaving his wife pregnant in the 8th month, and a small child, at midnight on a Saturday night to go out and search for Jörgen.
So importent is this.


Witnesses sees HO around 00: 30-00: 45 come walking alone in dark civilian clothes and a dark cap in the center near the Goose and oj-oj's.


IJ is on sick leave for a neck injury and drive aimlessly around the village.
1:20 he sees HO come walking in neighborhoods around the goose.

When HO sat in the IJ's car, he explains that SL said Jorgen Halper is on the town.
Shortly thereafter, SL and they gather in the parking lot opposite the hotel.
They talk for a while and HO asks to go with the IJ's private car.

Yes, here he has devoted much private reconnaissance and thought "it was necessary".
Jorgen has told a friend that he felt watched and hunted by HO.
HO has also Jörgen's social security number recorded on a note.

HO and IJ coming to the Valley about 1:30 and HO exclaims "there he is" when they run towards the neighborhood.


01:30 Jorgen seen by witnesses, a man and a woman, the valley parking lot when he asks them for a ride home to Gnosjö which they deny him.

HO and IJ becomes by a witness observed sitting in a stationary car in the parking lot in the neighborhood Valley, the witness greet short of the two.

Then they drive to the gravelled area located on the other side of the larger Anderstorpsvägen which runs past the block Valley. Opposite the bus shelter located at the neighborhood Valley and flush with the road (leading to Anderstorp and Gnosjö).

Where they stand a few minutes, then ask the HO to the IJ should drive him to Jorgen now standing in the bus shelter.
The time is 01: 40-01: 45

HO goes out of the car and talk with Jorgen a moment and says to the IJ when he comes back, "he can ride with us."
HO sits in the front seat and Jorgen in the rear.

IJ prompted by HO to drive to Holmen, an isolated SMU farm.

My brother says "it was not bad to get a ride"

Arriving at Holmen says HO to the IJ that he himself arranges pushed back,
He leans in towards the car and says to the IJ "he did not even recognize me."
... and then IJ go.

My brother did not recognize HO.
He wears glasses but actually had them probably do not wear them then.
He was intoxicated 2.0 per thousand and had smoked hashish during the evening, he was tired and wanted to go home.

Why he follows to Holmen voluntarily?
I would think that HO tricked him into believing that any of them would, buy, sell, bid on hashish, and / or business.
That is the explanation I imagine, as I know him.


What happens there?
It only HO and my Brother Jorgen knows.

We know that he shot with two shots, one in the chest and one in the head.
The shot in the chest from a distance.
The shot in the head from close range.

An execution of an affected person who believes that they should do something completely different.
When he found he had a knife in his pocket.
He was thus unsuspecting, not at all prepared for this.
This is premeditated murder.

He is hard gunshot wound up until 7:45 when a man walking his dog in the area finds him.
He repeats several times, "give me mo-ti-on". Which I interpret as "give me morphine."
He has thus been there and been plagued for 6 hours ...

When the ambulance arrived, he stands on his knees, he says something they do not understand and then "fuck the hell".

This testimony was the most painful of the entire trial.
Hear it ... how he sufferd...and he fought ... feel it in my heart ...

This is a murder rate of particularly cruel and ruthless.

... and here I have to take a break ...

The sheriff and the store burglary

The information I have taken from an article in local press (Värnamo nyheter). Where I mentions willingly pose in front of the camera and emerges with both name and picture.

Unfortunately, the date cut away on this article but the incident took place at night September 4, 1995 so it is well some day afterwards.

Although this article is written by Gunvor Karlsson, Värnamo Nyheter journalistic shooting star ... and HO's own little squire.

The store owner Ritha Olofsson, who was a customer of "security consultant" HO had over the summer had broken into her home when her purse with keys to the store was stolen.

"We did not change the locks in the kiosk because we reasoned that if something happened here, we were able to get hold of those who made the burglary at home too"
!!!
"We" we shall have to assume is Ritha store owner and HO "security consultant".
Comments are superfluous.
We let stupidity talk for themselves ... so I shut up.


The sheriff has set a trap ... and he waits.
The night Sept 4 hours 03 alarm goes off in the kiosk.
Sheriff saddles his horse and gallops away ...
When he arrived, "he understood that it was burglary in progress".
He swings up towards the front of the car. He sees three men in the car ... and a weapon against him, "he flinch and duck."
Whether the shot is pushed here is not mentioned but he says later about the shooting at the car that it was the second time a shot is fired so one can assume that.
The car drives off, a remaining man in the store rushing out and is picked up.


It had probably a "normal" guard backed away, sat in the safety and called the police.
But not the sheriff, the "village superhero".
He takes up the chase and try to run them and when he is alongside, he sees a man in the back seat aiming and shooting.
The shot hits the car door.
Now, he decides to "take shelter".
"It's not worth taking the risk of being shot says Ho, who have been through similar events abroad".
In those secret missions in Spain, Ireland, Germany, Italy and Latin America.
... for sure  ;-D

So the sheriff, the village's "professional observer" then drive a car in the middle of the dark night while he looks into the darkened car, switch on night vision and x-ray vision (yes there is such thing as superheroes have) and see with 120% certainty that it is my brother.

Fantastic! ... But there are things that only superheroes like the sheriff can.

He had not managed to take the thieves but he had taken up the challenge and been shot ... and he could pinpoint the culprit with 120% certainty so basically he was caught.

The sheriff had once again made great achievements!

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Amendment

Jorgens daughter is born 1988.
He have all reasons to be proud of her...just like we are.
A woman with quality.
I dedicate this song, his favorite song as a child, to her:

 

I pick up a red rose for love, of your red lips and if you want,
Should I pick all the roses here, to show that I love you.
I'll pick all the flowers that will be given to the most beautiful girl the world can see:
Maria there'se

A Cowslip I pick the love of, your yellow curls and if you want,
Should I pick even more to you, to show you that I love you.
I'll pick all the flowers that will be given to the most beautiful girl the world can see:
Maria there'se

A bluebell I pick out of love, for your blue eyes, and if you want,
All the bluebells should get, if you promise that there will be two of us.
I'll pick all the flowers that will be given to the most beautiful girl the world can see:
Maria there'se

My friend

Holmen Gislaved the night 19-20 december 2014

 

The perpetrator and the local press (värnamo nyheter)

With a constant need to blow up himself and confirm the grandiose self-image is well a full page in the local press, the ultimate booster
... and he gets.

The quotes are from an article in Värnamo News Sat 30 December 1995 (before the acquittal verdict against my brother the storecase in the Court of Appeal).
An article written Thur 8 February 1996 (written after the acquittal verdict against my brother in the same case) in the same paper is cited in the previous section "The offender and the subject"
Both articles are written by Gunvor Karlsson.

For those who want to take some of these journalistic masterpiece.
Gunvor seems to be far in the rags of this man and she starts strong:
"He works for Gislaved to be a white spot on the crime map.
He puts fingers in between to get fixed those injured his customers.
He is the death penalty in certain situations.
He called HO and is the guardian in Gislaved
"HO is a man who commands respect. He is about medium height and very fit ....."
Then comes the HO's deep analysis of the word respect.
"Respect should not be based on fear without mutual respect. I respect you and you respect me."
I say hello to you and you say hello to me. I scratch your back you scratch me.
Aha!

He talks about his meteoric career in Miami Florida, USA, where he lived with his father 14-18 the age.
At age 15, he starts working as a security guard. He started as a doorman outside clubs and discotheques in Miami
Impressive by this little tot 15-year immigrant from the swdish forests to keep track of discotheques and clubs in Miami!

Through his employer, he "basic education in US securitybuisness".
Then it was time for the next great deeds:
"We managed to get an entire neighborhood in Florida to get rid of crime."
Is not that amazing, an entire neighborhood crime-free!
No beatings, no rape, no wife-beating, no child abuse, no tax or other scams ... nothing.

The solution he says is to "work in a less well-defined geographical area, having no fixed routines and meet people both criminal and non-criminal with respect."
Then he says hello to them and they say hello to him ... and maybe they scratch each other on the back for a while.

Then he praises police as he considers doing a good job in relation to the resources they have.
"At the same time, he and his team put special monitoring if needed. Around the clock, step by step, they can identify people they suspect."
So where police run out there taking HO at ... "when needed".
Although Gunvor is in tatters and wide-eyed gape and swallow everything then should not the newspaper reader here have received their first coffee in his windpipe.
For there is probably no one who believes that the police hires security guards for reconnaissance missions. So when needed "is thus when HO suspect someone and that" as needed ".
Here Surely the normal intelligence and somewhat consecrated citizen put off.
A guardian who in addition to his job also conducts private reconnaissance of the people he considers to be suspicious.
That's what we nowadays call stalking and criminal.

I may mention that I by multiple sources told that HO has demanded that the young immigrant boys in Gislaved would legitimize himself when his sheriff's star shone over the village.

"He believes that crime is greater outside the big cities than in them. The number of crimes verdict on the number of inhabitants is often higher around the country than in the cities."
... and no questions on it by Gunvor.
The rest of us who do not have an omniscient guru but keeps us at statistics knows that per 100 000 inhabitants so is the provinces approximately 2/3 of the big cities in terms of both crimes reported and prosecuted ... a rough estimate.

The rising crime he says depends on the parents.
"There are not many who gather around the dinner table längre'. All are in different places, mom goes on courses and dad coaching hockey or whatever. 90% of Swedes course people," he observes.
His track record acc. Värnamo News.
In addition to these labors in the US between 14 and 18 years of age, he has by its own account:
Made the militairy education.
Trained to coast hunters.
Trained as marines of the Navy Seal in the US (punctured by the prosecutor)
Furthermore trained security guards, security guard, shopguard, special training for cash transportation, bodyguard, guard, etc.
Worked as a bodyguard in Spain, Ireland, Germany, Italy and Latin America.
It's amazing what this man had done under the 8 years between his return from the US to 1991 when he registered his security firm in Gislaved
.
During a picture where he points to the shot mark in the car it says:
"Earlier this fall became HO fired. The incident has not scared him, but get the malice flowed into and he will not give up until the perpetrators are fixed."
The great sheriff who has been "over there" have spoken ... and a mesmerized Gunvor Karlsson has listened.

The perpetrator and the motive

In the investigation, nothing happens until February when three people arrested, HO offender, IJ aide, and SL protecting criminal. The investigation will I, for various reasons a little later in the blog.
My picture of the offender HO I base this on what I have seen and heard in the District Court and Court of Appeal, as he himself stated in the press as well as my own 10 years of experience and training in forensic psychiatry.

HO exhibit grandiose, mytomana, manipulative and psychopathic personality traits.
A grandiose self-image developed from a negative self-image, inadequacy, shame and / or other of the person "weak" part of the "I".

To defend against, cover, or exorcise these feelings blow up the person themselves and their self-image to a grand style.
The "weak" parts constantly threatens to reveal both outwardly and inwardly. Therefore, the grandiose self-image is constantly replenished and confirmed by others.
Although these people often have good impulse control, they can at the perceived violation, which is a serious threat to the raised untruthful, image they have of themselves, resorting to violence.

In the next section "offender and the press," I will take up a part of his self-image and his world.
HO starts its security firm in Gislaved, 1991.
The man who has been out in the big world and come to the village to make a difference. Sheriff to go out and fight the bad guys. He obtains two I-weak aide, Knoll IJ and Tott SL.
Gislaved will be a white spot on the crime map.

In 1995 he will be fired upon from a car when he'll make a "heroic effort" at a small store burglary. What is a story in itself, but it takes I do not now.

HO pointing out my brother who the gunman from the fleeing car, with "120% certainty".
Now he is on top, the great sheriff has been shot in his heroic effort at the burglary.

On December 30, the huge spread about him in Värnamo News that uncritically swallow his claims and informs the readers he "words of wisdom". If I write more in the next section.

Then comes the cold shower ...
My brother is convicted of a disagreement District Court but acquitted by a unanimous Court of Appeal.

What a violation!

He, the great man who has been out in the big wide world ... his cocksure designation is not enough for a conviction!

It has stuck a needle in this inflated personality ... and now it's puncturing which is a serious condition for such a person.

So, the next story where he complain that the state of things.
That an ordinary Johansson not be believed, he can understand ... but when his designation as "professional observer" is not enough then the entire judicial system contributed in shreds.
He also thinks "that it is totally wrong that bookworms who never lived in the community to bear the main responsibility resting on these occasions."
What they instead would have lived he says nothing about.

It will in time become relatively common knowledge that it wasnt my brother who fired HO and for a limited circle, it is also known who fired.

This is known for also known for HO later on, but you can not take back a 120% safe designation.
Now it's not just that he has been questioned ... now, he has been wrong (which he will never be able to admit) ... puncturing nr.2.
With two puncturs life gets tough ... you haveto pump like hell ... all the time.
... and is not it true that some grins behind his back ... and he has not heard the occasional passing sailing comment?
From being on top is his personal now seriously threatened, the person he has built and blown up is threatened to death ...
He seeks ways to plug the punctions ... 3 years later he gets his chance ...

Ångra ändringarna

The funeral

Everyone was welcome to both the Act and afterwards ... and people came.


A mosaic of people ... beautiful!

All to say goodbye in their own way, with their expressions ... but together.


The different modes of expression can be a bit tricky.

My ex was really craving a cigarette when we come to the immersion in the grave in the cemetery but he was hesitant about if it suited to smoke there and then. Then he caught sight of an Asian guy who lit a cigarette and he was quick to catch on ...

... it was just that the Asian guy lit the cigarett and put it in the snow beside the grave ... he invited his brother on a cig.

So, they took one last cig together, my ex and my brother.


Thank you to everyone who came ... and join us in saying good-bye ... You warmed us and honored my Brother ... Thanks!

Ångra ändringarna

My brother Jorgen Halper

Was a person of integrity, honor and morality ... and damned difficult to obtain.

It was always on his terms ... and he lived "outside"

He lived very spartan except that he was sure his clothes.


What he put his money came out when my mother cleared out his apartment.

She found the receipts of payments to his daughter.

She was born in 1988 in Croatia and he tried to take mother and child here but since he officially had no income to speak of so it was rejected because that he was not considered able to provide for them.

They did not know him ... he had made sure that they got what they needed.


He regularly sent money instead ... a lot of money.

My beloved brother, I am so proud to be your sister!


We grew up in a large house with two apartments, in one of my cousins lived, and in the top we lived. We went neither to kindergarten or nursery school and were exempt from the educational aspirations until we started school ... we had to discover the world itself ... and we did.


Well I was not entirely happy with the scheme of things.

I would rather have a big brother who was driving a moped and took me on exciting

adventures.

All my cousins were younger, and the kids away was so orderly, obedient and boring.

But now it was as it was and you had to make the best of it.

... so we played, quarreled and fought ... and played.


My mother was single and worked at the hotel so we had a nanny in the evenings.

She would stay until we fell asleep ...

We where pretend sleeping every night and as soon as she was gone, we jumped out of bed ... and played some more.

... and scratched each other on the back. We had a clock, two minutes. Sometimes I was blown on my ... "Nah now I sleep" "but my then?!" ... He grinned just irritable and folded.


But I kept the accounts so next time we would itch, it was tough negotiations.

To recover two minutes was difficult because it would mean that he had to scratch my 4 minutes ... and it was too long. So to get up and running again as it used to conclude that he had to pay again for one minute I got 3 minutes ... and the itching started again.

... and we played on the "Noisyville" ...


Most of all indian and cowboy and we had both guns and bows.

Such a child must not play with nowadays ... they are referring to computer games where they kill each other instead.

I was always Indian and my brother cowboy.

I dreamed of becoming a indian when I grew up and I said to Mom. She said it must be born, there is no one becomes.

What a disappointment!

But I solved the problem with that I would be kidnapped by Indians and then remain there.

I would have an Indian named Black Feather ... and we would ride out on adventures together ... in the wild gallop across the prairie. He was on a black horse, war painted with a long black hair fluttered in the wind. I'm on a brown chestnut with my bright hair fluttering in the wind ...


We had imagination, freedom, and our cousins ... so it works with a little brother too.

For You

Friends

... and it's the small gestures, generosity, willingness, authenticity that matters.

To get in touch, invite, offer to help where they can, support, a shoulder to cry on, listen and just be.


Nothing given by a good heart goes wrong. Nothing real is said be wrong. You feel so well when the thought is good.

Every little gesture meant and means so much.

Thank you!

You know in your heart who you are.


All you Jörgen's friends we met ... are our friends.

You were a great support.

Thank you!


You are were and you are balm for a wounded soul.

You were and you are our oasis in the desert.

The small is so great sometimes.

... Without you we had gone under.

<3

Hate

... is born out of anger and growing rapidly like a cancer.

Already in the car on the way to the train ... a fire that makes my inner to the lava and my legs to the glowing steel.

It consumes me.

I never thought I was capable of hating someone so ...

... this someone I did not know who it was.


You do not talk about hatred, writing not about hatred as part of our humanity, just as an explanation for evil, but not as a legitimate feeling.


I only know a book that talks about the hatred and vengeance in a beliveable way and that is the Bible.

I have read it. The whole book.

That's where I found comfort ... in the Old Testament description of God.

He hated, he retaliated and it was holy wrath ... and created in His image so it was also a human trait.

I had a right to hate, I was right to want revenge ... the ultimate injustice that murder is .... I'm human.


"It was He ...

... that was strong enough to be with me down there in the red-hot inferno of hate ... He alone could relieve the unbearable pain.

... that was big enough for my anger ... only he who could accept my great sorrow.

It was He who knew ... He knew ... He was credible ... He could carry me.


It was just as He spoke to me about ... hatred, anger, revenge, pain, grief ... and love.

I heard that he knew ... also felt.

He said I could ... I was right to feel this ... be it.

He talked to me about the holy wrath ... of revenge.

It was the only one who did it ... only he who could.

It was He who rocked me to sleep ... "

(Sept 2013)

Hatred is there as a glowing magma in my mind ... get out of the cracks or own power.

Death

My brother was very difficult brain damaged and was sedated at hospital in Linköping.

My mother and I were there, watched and hoped ... in miracles.

We were like two shipwrecked who clung to a small board ... who hoped for salvation we settled somewhere knew it was just a board ... which would not carry.


16 January 1999, calling from the hospital ... it's not long now, come now.

My ex took the last we had refueled the car and we went.


Our economy was lousy when we were a family of 6 persons and it is very expensive to be relative. It was travel to and accommodation in Linköping. We were there a lot and there was nothing we could opt out. But I did not care, he would fix it somehow with a little help from relatives.


I sat with him for the last hour.

Felt the warmth of his skin ... that would soon disappear.

Felt his smell ... that would not be anymore.

Said all that I wanted to tell him and ... Little brother, big sister takes care of this ... Mom, everything after game, I'll take care of it.


... then he died.

123 petrified

On the evening of 20 December 1998, I received a call from my mother ... it's Jörgen ... badly damaged ... shot ... she racked up.


Jorgen! ... My beloved brother!

Mom! ... How could she survive this stab in the heart?

My beloved Mother who always come when I needed her, been there ... never judgmental.

I have to take care of Mom, I have to take care of this.


1 2 3 petrified.

Be cold and hard as stone.

Do not feel.

Think.

Do not do anything in affect.

Display nothing.

1 2 3 petrified


I took my bag put on my boots ... and went out ... like a stone stood with hatred as a companion ... the only feeling I could petrify.

Embryo

Cursed are you perpetrator. May the blood you have on your hands corrode you and consume you ... that you take in, your mind, your mind and your surroundings


Cursed are you aides. You were and you are so owned, so fucked that there is no dignity left in you. May the cowardice stigma you have in your foreheads forever shine before others.


Cursed is you who provided the rifle. Let your lies slowly choke you to death. Cursed is you who later gave this man's political mission.
Cursed are you character witnesses. May your stupidity forever bellowing out of your throat.


Cursed are you cops who got a sidekick to take back the designation was needed just to spare the caregiver. You thought it would keep anyway. You betrayed my brother you betrayed a mission. You are a disgrace to your profession.


Cursed are you the President of the Court of Appeal as though you had all the material acquitted. It was more important for you to make an example than to give my brother justice. You are unworthy of the mission given to you and a disgrace to your profession. May your unworthiness and shame to be with you for life.


Cursed are you dependent jury as voted by the chairman, you older man who slept during key parts of the trial and you lady. You are not worthy of the mission that you got.


My brother's blood cries from the ground for vengeance ...

All the rest of you, with integrity and dignity that made the right ... may peace in mind be with you.

... (first side)

Top of Form 1

... and the time is here, time to talk.

I have been waiting for 16 years to speak.

Collected, waited, hated, vredgats, catered ... listening to Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight".

I did not know how..only that ... it will be coming up in the air ...


The anger, the hatred and grief escalated into a curse, the embryo of this blog.

On December 5, I celebrated my brother's 50th birthday

... and from one second to another, I knew ... I'll write a blog ... the anger, the hatred, grief, love ...

... about how police destroyed the possibilities for my brother redress ... to bust the killer.

It should not be exceeded to death.


"... my brother's blood cries from the ground for vengeance."


"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, and I have been waiting for this moment for all my Life..oh Lord!"


Now is the time to speak.


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