Today a very interesting fact was brought to my attention. One reason it may have been so difficult to obtain support for this website within Iceland is that I pissed off the wrong people.
As soon as I was presented with the evidence, a whole bunch of other seemingly innocuous things started to appear suspicious.
The insane thing about situations like these is that they’re hard to talk about without seeming paranoid or delusional. Yet we know this: within Icelandic society there is a vast amount of oppression and silencing. Some of the people in the eBook talked about it; in fact one of the interviewees – Tryggvi – ranted about it at length. Some of you commented that he seemed like an embittered old man and even somewhat delusional. I don’t think so. While I don’t agree with all his views [“communists” etc.] I think he’s spot on about a lot of things. He also happens to be at an age  where he can say what he wants and it would no longer have an adverse impact on his life.
I also happen to know that some of the interviewees would have said much more about certain things if they had not been afraid of the repercussions. In fact they went to great lengths to formulate their words in such a way as to not offend anybody – yet still say them.
It’s a terrible feeling to have a sense of something sinister at work behind the scenes – something designed to silence you. And that if you don’t obey, your livelihood may be threatened.
I don’t mean to sound cryptic, but I know that if I were to voice my suspicions it would be very easy to turn the tables, ridicule and discredit me, and I really don’t want to go there. Suffice it to say that, despite the meltdown, Black Report, investigations, and a supposed new awareness among the nation, the dark shadow of oppression is still very much present, and those who were some of the key players in the meltdown still exert a great deal of influence. Either directly, or via their cronies and associates.
Today, for the first time in the 16 years since I moved back to Iceland, I felt a powerful impulse to pack up my life and get the hell out of here. Yet also a deep anger at the thought of letting the bastards win.