To a virtual journalist in the southern part of Sweden. Possible interview objects.

Börje Schöön

Börje had the firm “Sköna golv” in Löddeköpinge. His very talented and sweet daughter Camilla was in our youth group at the theatre. When I was going to put a rug in the foyer and on the stairs up to the stage, I contacted Börje, of course. He took out a carpet of outrageously high quality that was intended for boat interiors. He stated that it was a left-over piece he had and offered it to me at a bargain price! (I wonder if it was a scrap ……….) Börje himself came and did the hard work with the helical staircase. Wow, how nice it was!

If you contact Börje, I’m pretty sure he won’t talk rubbish about me. I suggest you go out together to the theatre. It would be nice to know how much is left of it. In addition to the carpet, I hung up the chipboard in wires in the foyer ceiling to shorten the reverberation time and reduce the volume of the room. On the wall in the playroom, I mounted a large window. Since it was a load-bearing wall, I made this according to all the strict rules. The formerly “municipality green” walls were painted white by the retired painter Gösta Hellström. In the “library” where the kids got juice and biscuits after the performances, I put a new skylight. In the basement, I tore out the old toilets and made a hole to provide more storage space.

In addition to the theatre, there is the old teacher’s flat. Check if there is still a school for secondary school children from troubled homes. No one else wanted them nearby — this would lower housing prices. When they asked me, there was no doubt. In my day, the kids had my old handball friend Bo-Göran Schultz as a teacher — very talented! And of course, we worked together! We invited them periodically, and they invited us to their students’ presentations. And when we worked at the theatre, we met all the time.

Many of the children had done some shitty things. And in the theatre, there were some who were theft-prone. However, we could not have had better watchdogs than these kids when we were on a tour! Nobody was going to touch that theatre!

The theatre may well be a good example of the capital destruction that is the intent of the handling of family law. Moreover, the theatre was built using private money, not public money.

Lawyer Gunilla Lagersten, Lund

Merely the fact that Gunilla cooperated with me meant reprisals. She lost her job as a public depositor in Lund District Court. (Since there were often criminal cases related to the family law cases, I needed to cooperate with lawyers. The highly-regarded Peter Gabrielsson in Malmö was the other one besides Gunilla.)

When I left Sweden in October ’92, I sold my shares in Mullvadarna AB (50 %) to Krister Jönsson for 250 kroner. Yet I had the presence of mind to include a buy-back clause by October 1 1993. Hardscrabble poor and with 850,000 in debts, I was considered to be completely out of the picture.

Miraculously, I managed to become debt free in August 1993. During the past year, Krister had managed to annoy me. As I learned that he was planning to sell my summer-house to his brother Ingvar he annoyed me even more. I sold it to Mullvadarna (“The Moles”) for 1 krone. The intention was that the house should be used by poor fathers who could not afford to do things with their children.

On September 30 1993, Krister received a check from me for 250 kroner. The idiot sent the check back and thought he had suspended the repurchase. After that, it was just a matter of waiting for him to make a fool of himself. He was not allowed to make a single decision without me, and I knew he would do so.

In March 1994, I contacted Gunilla. It turned out that Krister had angered Gunilla, too. And of course, he had made lots of decisions. When Ingvar found out I was back in business again, he pulled out of the house purchase. Yet Krister instead sold the house to a neighbour in Kuggeboda — who of course bought it in good faith.

Gunilla and I had Krister completely in the bag, and we had the muscle to send him back to the shop floor “forever.” We were offered a settlement: All of my lovely puppets + 20,000 kroner. I really had the urge to take over Mullvadarna again, but Gunilla advised me to accept the offer. I am glad that I followed her advice (I do not think Gunilla has forgotten the puppet invasion of her solicitor’s office.)

I rented a car in Copenhagen and went over there to pick up the puppets. That evening, I performed with them on Culture Night in Copenhagen — Gallery 68 in Store Kongensgade.

When my boy Petter was 15, he and some friends climbed on to the roof of the Cathedral School of Lund and threw down some bangers — not against people, of course. This angered a group of older — and criminal — boys who also climbed on to the roof and threatened to throw Petter and his friends down from the roof. Petter told me the story and asked if I thought he should make a police report. I replied: “I will never blame you if you do not do so, but you know what I think about this.” He made a police report.

A few days before the hearing in the Lund District Court, Gunilla called me. She had heard that the boys’ defenders intended to destroy Petter. Gunilla had then told them: “You should know that the real mole will be present in court.” Apparently, this had frightened them. Already when they presented their professions, I knew we had won (There is no way that they represented their clients!) The District Court was miserly — they could have given Petter a little more than the minimum damages of 5,000 kroner. (I argued for 7,000 kroner. Of course, they should not have been on the roof, but the threats were serious. In addition, if the threats had been carried out, my kid and his friends would have become handicapped for the rest of their lives, at best.)

Krister Jönsson

I actually think that Gunilla is the one who can best advise you on questions to Krister.

Mats Jacobsson, Närlunda, Helsingborg

Mats was the most active one in Mullvadarna and continued for a few years after I left. I represented him in April 1992 during the 2 days of the main hearing in Helsingborg District Court — my first hearing as a counsel — and made mincemeat of the opposing counsel. I am sure Mats will never forget this. Mats can probably tell you about people you can talk to. Unfortunately, the victims are often so damaged that they cannot be used.

Here I will add Bert Mellblom, Tjörnarp

Bert is a classically trained percussionist who had no desire to stand about waiting for two hours in a symphony orchestra before being allowed to make a stroke on a cymbal. Bert and I have made countless recordings together.

The music for the scene transitions to “The Singing Boy” we recorded in my living room in Fiskaregatan in Kävlinge. I knew the exact number of seconds and which moods to convey. It was a blast! Bert turned the basement and the kitchen inside out to find planks, sticks, scrap etc. with the “right” sound. I had a nice Tascam studio and excellent microphones. The result was excellent! The idea behind the music was that it would give the impression of “music from the streets,” not “music from a recording studio.”

I made contact with Bert again not so long ago. I have written the script for a children’s book based on “The Singing Boy.” Some snippets would have to be re-recorded .

The term “musikmusiker,” or music’s musician, is Bert’s invention. I do not belong to that category. Even Bert has had great problems with his children’s mothers.

Gunvor Digerfeldt, Gunnar and Cristofer

Gunvor is an Associate Professor of Education, and her brilliant thesis deals with children’s dance games. Gunnar is a professor emeritus of Geology and their son Cristofer is the head doctor at the cardiac unit in Norrköping. Gunvor was the mole who gave me the intellectual stimulus that I so badly needed. G and G and their daughter had been tortured by psychiatry in Lund.

Their home at Kulgränden in Lund was the only oasis I had during this period. It was tough.

I do not know in what condition G and G are today — they are no longer young. But you can contact Cristofer first.

Roger Lindström My absolute favourite client of 1992! He rode from Landskrona to Kävlinge on a delivery moped. With a snub nose, looks were not his strong point. Roger from Östergötland was a sober alcoholic, a Pentecostalist, and spoke like a machine gun. But he loved his 4-year-old daughter Emily more than anything else on Earth.

Roger rang me daily, and I was forced to bluntly stop his machine-gun speech. “You can either sign a power of attorney letting me be your legal representative and follow the rules of the game, or you can look for someone who will listen to your monologues.” To my surprise, Roger signed the power of attorney the next day.

The mother – who was also a Pentecostalist – had moved to Örebro with their daughter and refused to hand her over to Roger in accordance with the interim visitation rights that were awarded by Landskrona district court.

After the hearing in Örebro county administrative court concerning the enforcement of this decision, we took the train back again. Roger was certain that we had won, but I was not so sure. When I got off at Kävlinge, Roger jumped onto the platform and cried out loudly: “Hallelujah!! God bless you, Mårten!” Being a legal representative is worth something at times like that.

We won. But this did not mean much. I travelled with Roger to Örebro for the first visitation – 10 am to 4 pm. Without me, he would not have had a chance of getting his daughter out of the Pentecostal pre-school. And I can assure you, it was tough. We hired a car – it was pleasant summer weather and we had planned to go to a swimming area. A woman from the social welfare board had been appointed as a supervisor. We were cunning and put her in the front seat. Roger and Emily sat in the backseat and naturally Roger and nobody else was going to help the girl with her safety belt. I had brought a camera along and took pictures at the swimming area.

The next visitation was in Landskrona. By this time, the woman from the social welfare board had come to realise the extent to which the civil servants had lied to her. She went to Lund and met some friends, and let Roger and Emily have time together by themselves. Unfortunately, she later chose to leave the social welfare board. It was people like her who were needed there. Naturally, Roger also wanted to have me as his representative in Landskrona district court, in the custody case itself.

But here things came to a sudden stop. If anyone were to ask Roger, I am certain that he would state on oath the following remark by Stellan Fors, the district court judge: “Mårten will not receive a krona.”

Member of Parliament Kaj Larsson from Tomelilla.

You can easily find Kaj at He was the driving force behind the new family legal code, which came into effect in the spring of 1991. I contacted him to ask why men could not get joint custody as well as visitation rights at the same time. Fathers had to choose between two evils. Either they could not see their children or they were excluded from any information provided by schools, hospitals etc. Kaj said that he had tried, but he had to tiptoe so as not to offend the female Social Democratic Members of Parliament.

Kaj said he had a drawer full of letters from people whose children had been abused, along with themselves. Kaj retired long ago, so it should not be possible to gag him. I hope he has retained the drawer, and also saved the letters from the past 20 years.

However, what use do we have for legislation if nobody abides by it? When I was working in this field in 1992, nobody even knew that a “new” law existed at all. For instance, in Klippan District Court I had to teach the presiding judge and the opposing counsel about the new legislation. I was the only one who did not receive any payment!

Here I will add attorney Leif Axelsson, Kävlinge.

He knew my father and has known me since I was a young boy. Leif was clearly one of the least bad lawyers in the phone book. Yet he was not good enough for me to use during my time as a mole. In the case of Krister Jönsson against Gunilla and me, there was no lawyer who wanted to represent Krister. Leif did — and credit to him for that. Leif — who is clearly not stupid — quickly understood what kind of muscle Gunilla and I had. I think he breathed a deep sigh of relief when I accepted the settlement.

Jan-Erik Wikström, Bengt Westerberg

I think it was in the spring of 1988 that the Liberal People’s Party (Folkpartiet) did a cultural tour of Scania, including a visit to our theatre. However, the puppetry was as usual my department. We had a meter-high donkey with “patchwork skin”. I asked Bengt Westerberg to pat the donkey on a special piece of cloth at the loin. When he had patted a few times, the donkey began wagging its tail. Everybody cheered, but Jan-Erik Wikström cheered the most — I nearly thought he would get the cramps. (We had also photographed Bengt Westerberg when he got a ticket from the ticket man.)

Afterwards we received a letter stating that the visit with us had been their most enjoyable on the entire tour. Bengt Westerberg was Minister for Social Affairs during the moles’ time. He was not forthright. Brita Sundberg-Weitman I ran into her by chance at a lecture by the think tank Timbro in Stockholm a few months after she had testified in the Assange case in London (Apart from a Nobel laureate lecture in Uppsala together with my kid Jesper and Jesper’s dissertation, this was my only audience during 6 years in Stockholm.) BSW was a bit impressed when I told her that I had read “Rättsstaten åter” (Back to the State of Justice) already back in the 1980s.

As far as I know, she is still going strong. Her weakness is that she does not touch the abuse against fathers and their children. In my opinion, one cannot describe the abuse with one’s left hand and simultaneously fail to see the even more serious abuse with the right hand. I chose not to touch this subject in my video at all. Brita has made a strong and courageous effort.

However, the video really gives ammunition to her story when it comes to the total collapse of the Swedish legal system. (Maybe it could help Julian Assange, too?)

The Supreme Court

They may want to explain why they broke the law in 1992 and gave me “Berufsverbot.” The two previous precedents had nothing to do with a serious application. A little embarrassing for them, right?

My contact Gerd on the SC — I forgot her last name — probably retired long ago. Yet if she is still alive, you might try to get in touch with her. She is an intelligent woman — I remember we talked about “safety valves” as an analogy. Gerd was of the opinion that I had made Swedish legal history. Without the video, nobody would know about this.

Stig Malm, leader of the Trade Union Confederation (LO) 1992

He should really be ashamed of himself. When I was fighting for members of LO, he just stood by and watched while they were slaughtering me.

Antje Jackelén

The archbishop can obviously claim that she had no idea at all about this reality. But if she does not immediately give this information about the family law top priority, she is just as guilty as Bertil Werkström was in 1992.

Birgitta Ohlsson

She would never have reached her current position if she had uttered a single peep about this. In my opinion, what she should say in public is this: “I am ashamed of myself as a person, I am ashamed of my gender, I am ashamed of my party and I am ashamed of my country. Effective immediately, I hereby withdraw from any type of political office. My full pensions from the Swedish Parliament and from the EU will go to Doctors without Borders.”

If she had said the above, she would have gained some respect. But do you think she will do so?

Maria Larsson, Deputy Minister for Social Affairs.

Maria Larsson from my home region of Långasjö will probably not comment, but you can always try.

Ombudsman for Children

The Ombudsman for Children will probably not comment, either. But we will see how many people sign up for their international courses if this information comes out.