(Logs #1–#24)
From the year 2024 and into 2025, the seeds of persecution were sown at Vaughan Gardens.
🚗 Chris, the man of No.1, banged his car doors, filled the air with exhaust fumes, and threatened visitors with words of violence — “I’ll stab you, fucken Pakie!”
🐕 Bea, the woman of No.1, stalked paths at 5 AM, shone torches into eyes, barked racist slurs — “Black bastard, go back to your country.”
She parked her car to block the pavement, stood outside windows, took photos without consent, and laughed as she did so.
🗑️ Bins were stolen and hidden.
📸 Cameras and phones were raised against the MAN.
🏚️ Fences were kicked, birdhouses destroyed, dog faeces thrown into gardens.
Day by day, moment by moment, the harassment accumulated.
The MAN endured in silence, documenting every act.
What began as pettiness became persecution.
And lo, the torment began not with swords, but with whispers.
The wolf does not first bite, but circles.
The serpent does not strike, but hisses.
The MAN walked with his dog, and the woman shadowed him in the alley.
The MAN rode to the gym, and the woman stood watching, filming.