(with apology to Agatha Christia and the inimitable Hercule Poirot)
Several times over the last few weeks (and even months)I have been asked, alternatively, for a posted copy of my statement to the CID police, to name the suspect as I did in that statement and to reveal names of other people involved in the naming of The Acerbic Arushan.
Because I refused to be blackmailed by The Acerbic Arushan into doing the above in a public forum, that person carried out her threats to produce (badly) photoshopped crude images of naked women with my daughters’ faces pasted on to them and post them on her blog.
Several sad individuals took to that stage with some choice words and comments on my parenting and personality. All too predictably.
News travels fast in a small (minded) town such as Arusha and I am given the names of some of those charming individuals who happily added their own special brand of narrow-minded, ill-informed and tacky comment. One or two have even attested to doing so proudly.
It does beg the question: how does one claim pride for writing b-grade abuse – especially when not all the facts are at hand? How does one happily discuss their intention “to fuck me up” and feel that this shows some sterling characteristic in their personality?
I battle with this. I was brought up differently. Where I come from one takes ownership for actions and puts ones name on them. One does not write filth about people – especially when written evidence is far harder to argue away than verbal. And one most certainly does not suggest to anyone who will listen that one will “fuck someone up” – especially when one is a woman. And especially when that woman is reknowned for her tendency for brawling...
The women I know and respect would never hit another person or engage in what are effectively bar-brawls. It’s tacky. It’s decidedly unclassy – and I am pleased to find that, by the default of this ongoing AA affair, I am no longer required to be polite to such less than desirable individuals. Or those who hang around them like flies to carrion.
On the back of this, having worked to get the blog closed down and having stood my ground I now chose to bring a little more information to the table:
It’s widely known that I wrote a statement naming an individual to the local police – and there has been much noise made about this.
What is not widely known and needs to be understood by those thinking themselves heroes for “working on the other side” (along with their ever so classy intentions to fuck people up) is that my statement was not the only one made to the police naming the suspect.
There are people in the suspect’s camp who know this information is absolutely correct.
Independent of me – and for a period of almost 5 months, someone else (name withheld, but will be verified to those brave enough to request follow up) who works within the United Nations in Arusha in a legal capacity had been tracking the “cyber footprints” left by the blogger Acerbic Arushan.
This person, having far more computer acumen that I can ever claim, gathered some thousand or more pages of information, carefully tracked and noted – until she and I met for the first time about a month before this furore broke and compared information.
That we had both started at the same place and worked through the same process was interesting – and even more startling was that we had, independently, arrived at an identical pattern.
It can be, and has been argued – and not least by the suspect and her friends, that my reason for making statement to the police was the result of a reaction / vendetta to and over personal injury to me by that suspect in the form of an affair with my husband.
In fact, I believe, when asked during an interview why she felt she had been targeted, the suspect personally supplied the information that I named her because of an affair she has been engaged in with my husband.
There are a variety of reasons why such “an affair” is laughable. Not least because my husband deplores coke-heads and had, on one occasion, actually threatened to forcibly remove the named suspect and the person from whom she was buying cocaine from our establishment. He has very little tolerance for fools and their friends…
I have had to listen to the wart-like outgrowths on this rumour and to witness the images of our daughters’ faces on pornographic images on the blog for “all the world to see” – simply because I refused to name the suspect in public. For no other reasons than a principal.
I did not need to – other people very happily supplied her name: and one of the loudest – discussing her by name with any and all who would listen, was one of her “best friends” when inebriated (sorry, fall down drunk) yet again and aggressive with it at a local “watering hole”.
Friends like that? They have other “friends” – who then, equally thrilled by their own audacity – pass on information. Some of this information may end up in Chinese Whispers – but a single truth remains within: one of the suspects “best friends” has spoken her name loudly and repeatedly to the general public.
What I need “all the world” – and especially those who have been barking like mad bitches –to grasp is this:
This naming of a person to police has been and is more than just my opinion. The UN legal officer mentioned above tracked, traced and arrived at the same pattern I had – and has made a statement to the police to the effect as well.
Her superiors at the UN know she has done so.
This is just a small part of it all that has been held in abeyance. It’s time that people know that this perceived attack on an individual is based upon more than my own “pet theories” or any other basis that any of you might have put about. There is more evidence against the suspect that simply the ideas / words / whatevers of Kerry-lyn.
Balance your opinions a little now? Try to hold back that judgement as I have asked for before? Reserve your attitudes of denial – there is far, far more information and detail to all of this than the simple, abridged versions of truth you have been dealt.
And the police most certainly have not closed their investigation.
