adding-left: 40px”>Dozens of calls in the early hours, including seven times on Christmas Day.
Photos of my children being shared.
Men turning up at my events to scream abuse at me.
Threats that I would be attacked, terrified, and made to pay.
A wish that I had been attacked with acid.
This is not online trolling. This is calculated harassment, designed to frighten me and to reach into my family life. It has gone on so long and so relentlessly that I no longer even answer the phone normally, I pick it up and wait in silence until I hear a voice, because so many of the calls are him.
Him? Yes, him. One man.
The police have taken my statements. They have seen the calls with their own eyes. They have confirmed his address. And yet, instead of arresting him, they have passed my case back and forth between Wiltshire Police, Avon & Somerset, and now possibly the Metropolitan Police. Each force shrugs, says it belongs elsewhere, and in the meantime the harassment continues.
And here is the bitter truth: when this same individual accused Graham Linehan, the system acted with speed and force. Linehan was arrested, hauled into court, and even met by five armed officers at the airport. So why is it that when women come forward with years of evidence, we are told to wait? Why is our terror treated as less urgent?
And why are the police so determined to do the bidding of a deranged trans activist, while ignoring the people he targets?
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