Balder Ex-Libris

Author : Holappa Henrik
Title : Wrongfully accused Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight Days in America
Year : 2010

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This book is dedicated to all those individuals who have lost their freedom in America and for those who continue fighting for the civil rights of White European-Americans. I lived in America. That is an experience many Finns or Europeans dream about. I remember when I was a little boy and I talked with my father about the countries he had visited and I listened his stories of how he had been in Soviet Union – in Soviet “republics” such as Ukraine, Russia and Estonia. Back then it was still the Cold War and Finland was more or less dominated by this strong Eastern neighbor. Therefore, America wasn't favored by the Finnish tourists, at least not too much. According to Soviet propaganda, only the rich capitalistic businessmen visited America – “The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave”. The Soviet Union was known as the workers' paradise and every worker in the world was supposed to come and see how well the Soviets were living and how great the Soviets were doing in all aspects of their lives. In the 1930's thousands of Finns chose to go to the USSR and find their place in the Soviet Union. Unfortunately, those who believed Stalin and believed in “progress” found themselves in the cruel camps, and by the year 1938 20,000 had been executed as spies or traitors. But America was known – and I am now talking about how back then in the 1980's America was famous in this part of the world – for crime, Hollywood and hamburgers. There really wasn't anything to see there. So, I think the reasons mentioned above were the reasons why eventually my father visited the Soviet Union. And besides that, travel to the Soviet Union was cheap and the expenses in the country were low when in America – as it was said – you needed to pay so much money that you'd get sick. Also, there were other reasons to visit the Soviet Union; the language. Like my father, many other Finns had started to study Russian in the 1960's and Russian was the favored language, while English was still the language of the capitalistic world. My sister, who started her schooling during Soviet times, had to chose the language she wanted to study – it was of course Russian, the generally accepted language in Soviet-dominated Finland. My Father was proud of that he had been in the Soviet Union before its collapse in 1991. After my Father had told about his visits in the East, he asked me which country I would like to visit when I grew up. I told him that it would be America. I could see from his face that he was honestly shocked and then he became worried. He was quiet but he told me; “My son, they would hurt you over there”. But I had made up my mind that some day I would visit America; it was my childhood dream. I wanted to experience the “American dream”, propagated so many times by so many people. Of course, I belong to the generation which does not remember much about the times of Soviet-appointed president Urho Kekkonen who led Finland through the Cold War until his death in 1981. And when I finally was old enough to explore the world myself, the Soviet Union no longer existed, and Finland has always needed strong countries to look up to. In our history we were located between Greater Sweden and Imperial Russia – but at some point in our history, we had emotionally broken away from Sweden and Russia. A Finnish national author, Arwidsson, declared; “We are not Swedes and we shall not become Russians”. During the years of the First World War, Germany became our ally in our struggle for independence from the Russians. Until the years of the Second World War, Germany remained our cultural, emotional, political and military ally. After the Second World War this changed; Finland became an anti-fascist state and once again we were part of the East. Russia appeared weak after the collapse of Communism, and the Russian Federation was no longer suitable as Finland's role model. More and more it came to be the United States of America. Suddenly, English replaced Russian studies at the schools, families started to go on vacations to the USA, TV companies started to show American movies, popular TV series, and several books were suddenly published about America. Now it seemed that everything we knew previously about America did not exist anymore, but we discovered an America that we had not heard of before. And I was one of them who found this America – there was even a popular phrase; “Find Your America!” I studied American history, and I remember watching many Vietnam War movies with my sister, but I had my dream. I wanted to come to America. I knew my parents would not take me to America. They had their reasons, but I wanted to wait and I was ready to wait for my dream to happen. Years passed and I became a politically active citizen. After my active duty in the Army, I joined the patriotic party called “True Finns“, but more and more I felt alienated from their views. I realized that this political party was nothing more than a club which assembled every Wednesday night in some bar and almost always all they did was discuss how bad things are had become. Nothing could really activate them to do anything about it. So, I left the party. What I could not seem to understand was that they did not have enough courage to protest the ongoing rapes in our city (Oulu). They always insisted “this isn't the right time”, and they feared the media. My protests against the gang-rapes on our womenhood finally aroused some attention, but mainly from the State Security Police (SUPO) – Suojelupoliisi – which literally means “Protection Police”. In January 2007, I was arrested and put into jail because of what I had allegedly written. During my days in jail, I was reminded by the female police officer in charge of my case that I would not have any role in society, if I continued to hold my views. Then she slammed my cell door and walked away. Eventually, I was released and I was informed that there was not enough evidence to keep me jailed. I sort of hoped that the case would be dropped and that they would not spend their time on something that should not even be a punishable crime by law. Sixteen months later, while I was visiting in Estonia, I got a phone call from this police woman. She asked me to come to the police station to be interviewed because the State prosecutor Mika Illman was now interested in my case. I went to the police station to be interviewed. I was even expecting to be “picked up” again, but that didn't happen. I found out that there was a series of serious charges based on “violation of freedom of speech” against me. Altogether, if I had been convicted of all counts, these charges might have brought me over 4 years in prison time. I was sure that I would be convicted, and I am still sure I would have been. I wasn't sure what to do. Go to the prison? Try to fight and avoid the prison? I felt I had done nothing wrong. Only the bad guys go to prison, that was my opinion, but someone who has peacefully protested against gang-rapes, should he go to prison? Leaving Finland came to my mind. Being on the run in the European Union might not be so easy, since the similar „Hate Speech‟ laws exist everywhere and the European Union arrest warrant is valid in most European Union countries. I also understood that over the long term, being on the run that would be exhausting and I would need help for several issues. But on the other hand, for a young man, such an experience would be just exciting. I had decided that I would leave Finland, but I faced several questions for which I was looking for answers. One of the questions I had in my mind was where would I go? Soon I found out an answer to that. After having several conversations with John de Nugent, an American friend of a friend, it seemed very likely that I could just take the plane to America and would have a chance for a new life in the country that I had admired since my childhood. Still, I went through many thoughts before I made my final decision. After considering all the other options, coming to America seemed to be the only solution. In Finland, I might lose several years of my life just because I opposed – and I still do – gang violence against Finnish women. I was now firm in my decision and I decided to fulfill my childhood's dream; I was going to America! (Some of the names that appear in this book are changed). ...