This file gives a TOUR of "ME in Amsterdam" in English, for the benefit of English readers and the
European Court of Justice, since my human rights have been knowingly
destroyed in Amsterdam, on purpose, and for the benefit of dangerous dealers
in harddrugs - against whom I cannot and have never gotten any protection, in
spite of years and years of protests and demands, and in spite of the last 1
and 1/2 years of trying to have even my existence and my site recognised by
any of the criminally corrupt and incompetent members of the Amsterdam city
council (all of whom, foreigner should know, have knowingly and for years
served the interest of the Amsterdam drugs mafia).
You can read this through, and click on the filenames to
see the files, and make up your own mind whether you want to read them.
Some of the files are long, but all of them are
well-written, if in Dutch. Dutchmen don't like them, because I criticize
Dutchmen and Holland, and that is a major crime among burocratic and
political Dutchmen, whereas ordinary Dutchmen normally don't care fuck - as
they like to say - for what happens in their country as long as it doesn't
stop soccer on TV.
"ME in Amsterdam" is about the
moral and intellectual degeneration of the Dutch society in general, but
especially in Amsterdam where I have the misfortune to live and which I
cannot leave because I am ill, invalid and poor.
This is an outspoken attack on named Dutch and Amsterdam
politicians, who all know that what I claim is true, and provably true, and
don't dare to get me in court for what I dare to say.
It also contains extensively argued written proofs, in
the form of letters (with paid delivery) to the Board of Directors of the UvA
(= University of Amsterdam), where I had the misfortune to receive my
academic education, and to the Mayor and Aldermen of the City of Amsterdam.
Here are the starts of the four main documents in the
case
To these I will return below, after sketching some more
background.
"ME in Amsterdam" was first made
in 1996, after my health was totally destroyed by the machinations of drugs
dealers-with-legal-permission-to-deal-drugs, given by the Mayor and Aldermen
of Amsterdam, and maintained and protected by the municipal police of
Amsterdam, that works for drugscriminals, and refuses to protect civilians
like myself, who complain about murder threats by these dealers.
It was sent in December 1996 to the Board of Directors of
the University of Amsterdam (who are part of my attack on the miseducation I
and my generation received in the university), and in April 1997 to the mayor
of Amsterdam, Schelto Patijn, both by paid delivery.
It was made to claim damages and get repair.
The damages in case of the UvA were that in spite of the
brilliance most people allow I do have and in spite of the illness I also do have,
I was removed twice from the university "because of your outspoken
opinions, in spite of your serious illness", as the Board of Directors
wrote me in 1988, also in spite of the fact that NO-ONE else in Holland has
been removed from a university "because of your outspoken opinions"
since 1945.
Here is the - sadistic, impertinent, impolite - letter
with which the Board of Directors removed me from the UvA, shortly before my
M.A. in philosophy:
What I protested against in the UvA were indeed quite a
number of things - and I didn't do so alone, for I had succeeded in creating
a student-party, the NASA ("New Association of Students in
Amsterdam") that had been elected in the parliament of the university,
which at the time was the formal chief power in the UvA.
Here is a link to papers I published at the time (then
quite controversial), and to a few specific ones, of which the last in mostly
in English, since it contains long lost manuscripts of Dr. Lemuel Gulliver
(made famous by J. Swift):
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post-modernism2 (Waarheid en Waarde)
Well, I was removed from the UvA, and was refused an M.A.
in philosophy - for which I had worked hard for years, and invested much
money (which therefore was simply stolen by the Board of Directors of the
UvA, who indeed hated me).
Since I already had a B.A. in psychology, I signed on the
next year again in the UvA, this time in psychology - being ill and invalid,
and having no other choice if I wanted an M.A. degree - and received the best
possible M.A. some years later, again after considerable discrimination "because
of your outspoken opinions" - because I also published these.
Here is a link to my published vilification of the
fashions, miseducation, false pretension, hypocrisy and general destruction
of rationality and morality I received in the UvA:
After having been removed the first time from the UvA I
had for some years great trouble to survive, since I had and have a disease
that was not recognised and was not admitted as real by the Amsterdam burocracy,
and of which at that time I didn't even know the name: M.E.
The consequence were endless difficulties with the
authorities over dole; the non- receipt of any dole or any support
whatsoever; and my eviction from the fairly decent house in which I lived a
little over a year.
This is described in
which needs updating, but is a fair summary of what
happened to me and the woman I lived with in Amsterdam while we both had
M.E., that was neither admitted, nor recognised, nor diagnosed.
Because I was -illegally, improperly, sadistically -
evicted from my house I had to try to survive in the small and bad house of a
friend of mine - in which the landlord started a so-called coffee shop on the
bottom floor, that was given permission by the Mayor and Aldermen of
Amsterdam to deal in drugs, which indeed they did - both hard drugs and soft
drugs, mixed with murder threats of anyone who dared to protest against their
business.
Now here enter a few rather curious themes. It is the
theme of resistance against fascism, the theme of Amsterdam mayors who
falsely claim they are "Jewish" because this makes them eligible
for mayorship, and the theme of the normal Dutch hypocrisy, cowardice, and
total lack of any norms that do not promise a solid financial profit.
Why are these themes "curious"?
First, because they concern my own personal background
and the personal background of the Amsterdam ex-mayor Ed van Thijn, who
refused to order his police-force to maintain the Dutch law, and instead
systematically broke and ruined the Dutch law to give drugs criminals the
opportunity to deal with protection of the Amsterdam municipal police in
illegal drugs, for reason of the truly enormous illegal profits - that have
since contributed much to the welfare of many Amsterdam burocrats and
politicians. (For clearly, the political protectioners of an illegal business
that makes at least hundreds of millions of illegal profits yearly have much
to gain by protecting the drugsmafia.)
The brief facts are that Van Thijn greased his career
with "the ideals of The February Strike" - which was the only
protest by a civilian population during World War 2 protesting the razzia on
Jews (of which some 116.000 Dutch ones were arrested and murdered).
This protest was mostly organized and called for by
members of the Dutch communist party. My father and grandfather were
co-organisers of this strike - and arrested and sent also to a German
concentration- camp, where my grandfather was murdered.
So in my family, there is a tradition of resisting
terrorism - which may well be due to genes not many Dutchmen have:
In any case: Ed van Thijn the major to whom I
turned after I had complained for about a year to the municipal police about
murder threats by harddrugs dealers my landlord had put on the bottom floor
of the house where I lived, and after the municipal police had repeatedly
refused to do anything whatsoever against any drugsdealer I complained about
(and no doubt any other Amsterdam citizen complained about: The municipal
police works for the interest of the Amsterdam mafia, not the Amsterdam
citizens).
Van Thijn refused to see me, refused to answer my
letters, refused to make the police do their legal duties, and has ever since
refused to do anything for me, most probably because he is not merely a
coward and a criminal, but also a psychopath (as I am not the only Dutchman
to believe).
His successors Patijn and Cohen, likewise members of the
Dutch Labour Party, also refused to receive me, answer my complaints - or
bring this site for a European court.
The basic reason is that the evidence on this site,
that's not only due to me, but also to the Dutch parliamentary Van Traa committee and available, in Dutch, with 190 of my notes, is overwhelmingly
on my site - every year some 50
BILLION ( = 50.000 million) guilders is turned over in soft drugs
alone, based in Holland.
And there you have the basic secret of what keeps Holland
so rich even in times of economic trouble: There is a HUGE source of illegal
income, made and spend in this most free, most liberal, and most hypocritcal
of all European states - and there is an easy way to become very rich (on a
bank account in the Cayman Isles or so) when you are a Dutch police-man, a
Dutch district attorney, or a Dutch politician. Also, since Holland indeed is
very free and very liberal, the actual risks you run when corrupt are small.
"And thus it goes", as Vonnegut observed.
If corruption is easy, most people find it easy and remumerative to be
corrupted. "Video meliora proboque; deteriora sequor" has
been the normal way of the human heart since Roman times ("I see and
approve the better way; I follow the worse way" - from ease, comformism,
cowardice and corruption). And this is why the diagnosis of the banality of
evil (i.e. the everyday common fact of cruelty, greed, egoism, and hypocrisy)
is an apt diagnosis of much that happened in history.
I promise you interesting reading if you read Dutch with
"ME in Amsterdam". However, it will not make you an optimist, nor will it
make you happy, and some of it is hard going - but this is not due to my choices,
for I merely report what happened to "ME in Amsterdam" and what is the
evidence for good explanations of this.
And if you want to be otherwise amused, or see completely
different sides of me, there is a lot else on this site that does not address
such awful facts.
Maarten Maartensz
Amsterdam
January 31, 2002
