OLOF PALME – ZERO HOUR
Sweden fooled Germany,
Sweden fooled the World
Lisbeth
was never hit, but her coat was. And sent to Wiesbaden
3.6.2013.
Sehr Geehrte Damen und
Herren, diesmal das Meiste auf Englisch.
Es ist heute leicht, in
Schweden, die Palme Affaire und die immer wachsende
Jugend-Arbeitslosigkeit zu verbinden. Die Vorortsarbeitslosigkeit in
Stockholm steigert den Skeptizismus der Jungen gegen die Polizei, und
die jungen Leute werden hart reagieren als sie bald die Wahrheit der
Palme Affaire erfahren.
Besonders intressant für
den SPIEGEL ist natürlich die Bundeskriminal-Geschichte. Sie ist
ziemlich völlig beschrieben, aber ohne Verdacht gegen die Schweden
in Beilage IV des Polizei-Berichts behandelt; kann bei der
Schwedischen Kriminal-Polizei verlangt werden, Box 12256, S-102 26
Stockholm, Schweden. Die Sache war nie von schwedischen Medien
berührt worden, obschon sie so zentral ist.
Das eine demokratische
Staat die Andere in so einer Sache forschungsmässig betrügt ist
unfassbar und unerhört.
My story continues in
English, giving a number of the Palme Murder highlights, about which
I have previously written to the SPIEGEL. It is not the full story –
which has yet to be written – but enough to entice you to look inte
this black mattter, via your own proficient staff reporters.
The Swedish Government
fooling the West German Government should, as I just mentioned in
German, be of specific interest to the SPIEGEL.
A
Superb Agatha Mystery
”Murder,”
said Inspector Battle, ”is the culmination of a lot of different
circumstances, all converging at a given time. The murder itself is
the end of the story. It´s Zero Hour.” In this Agatha Christie
masterpiece of murder, Zero Hour brings brutal death to an old woman
whose life has harmed no one and whose death benefits no one. But
this is not the end, nor is it meant to be.
A
girl confesses to a crime she did not commit. A child turns in fury
on its playmate. A would-be suicide returns to the place where he had
attempted destruction. Slowly coming in on the murderer, Inspector
Battle realizes that all the apparently unrelated episodes are
connected. Then, understanding the diabolical mind that planned
violent death, Battle forces the killer to face his own Zero Hour.
This text stems from the
cover of an Agatha Christie pocket book. It may connote the following
text about the ”Zero Hour” of the Palme Murder.
The Zero Hour concept may
apply to many murders, but it fits in specially well with the murder,
February 28, 1986, of the Swedish Prime Minister and Social
Democratic Party Leader Olof Palme, the man who, when he was
ignominiously shot to death, was Sweden´s hub.
Everything, practically
everything, had been planned beforehand, most of it long beforehand.
When the accurate time-planning, down to every millimetre and every
second, lay on the desk, this preliminary work had been on-going for
at least a couple of months, but before that, the ”idealistic”
and ideological preparations had been under way for a year, at least.
The blue copy of the murder already existed. The shot outside the
”Dekorima” shop in Sveavägen in Stockholm City was a small
remaining detail.
It is this year-long
planning precision which, from the start, has been concealed by the
men behind the murder, hidden to us, the gallery spectators, the
Swedish public. No, it has always been pointed out by the
conspirators, that it was a lone criminal who was seen escaping up
the flight of steps to the Brunkeberg Hill, it was a lone criminal
who had furnished his cronies with walkie-talkies, manuals för radio
transmission and maps with flight plans, with drawings for every
detail of the bogus ambulance system to be implemented for the
murdered Premier, communicated to the secretly hired and informed
staff at Sabbatsberg Hospital: ”This is what you should say. That
there was a hole shot through the brown fur coat…” All this the
murderer is supposed to have done, all he alone.
Must
not accept a lift from Grand Cinema!
Everything connected with
the Palme couple´s complicated visit to the Grand Cinema before the
Zero Hour must be thought out, complete with spare solutions in case
of hitches. Lisbeth Palme must ward off any proposal of a lift back
home to the Old City in the chill of the February night, the couple
must cross the wide Sveavägen Avenue and its heavy traffic, they
must walk towards ”Dekorima”, towards Zero Hour.
No personal guards can be
on duty, so suspend the guard! And if the complicated ambulance
transportation, by the ”wrong” ambulance, were to be delayed,
after the contact with the police inspector´s car in Stockholm
North, in Vasastan, way off the ordinary route to Sabbatsberg
Hospital, forgers of Olof Palme´s admission time to Sabbatsberg
Hospital must be on the alert to fake a better time of arrival, to be
noted on the journal.
Much to think about, as in
a family before Xmas, but here the family are policemen, with their
cronies in the defense system (to defend whom?) and the Security
Service etc.
Money must be got hold of.
Could financier Peter Wallenberg offer cash for the Putsch? He
certainly could. And a gunman must be hired, at heavy cost. Where
find him? Of course from the Stockholm Police A-group, among his
comrades of the same persuasion. The gunman will be Sweden´s
herostratically most renowned person ever. Anti Avsan was picked at
an early stage, with perfect merits. Crack shot, no nerves.
Remained only to get Olof
and Lisbeth Palme in position. Nothing must fail, for then the whole
million crowns undertaking (Million? Billion…) would topple at the
last moment. Lisbeth Palme held the key, and she used it. Arm in arm
with her husband, so soon to die, she led him along the slippery
Sveavägen pavement to Zero Hour. Wearing what coat? The brown fur
coat or the dark coat in black cloth, with strap and hood?
It was this penetrated fur
coat that was quickly dispatched to Bundeskriminalamt down at
Wiesbaden, but it is the dark coat that Lisbeth Palme wears on the
photo taken at Sabbatsberg Hospital, after she had been driven there
in the police inspector´s car.
Lisbeth Palme leaving
the police inspector´s car at Sabbatsberg Hospital, having a few
minutes earlier deserted her husband Olof´s ambulance before its
arrival at the hospital. This photo, this statement, have never been
contradicted.
A police inspector´s car?
Yes. She had switched from ambulance to police car in far away
Vasastan, having deserted her dying or possibly dead husband´s
ambulance near Odengatan – perhaps the most shattering event right
after Zero Hour. Ambulance people I have talked to know no parallel.
Dying or dead? No one could know for sure, before death had been
certified by a Sabbatsberg doctor at 0.06 hrs on the first morning of
March, 1986.
I have described Lisbeth
Palme´s shameful activities at Dekorima in my book The
Murder Closes Round Lisbeth Palme/ Mordets dunkel tätnar kring
Lisbeth Palme /2012– this is the book in my
Palme production which has caused the most controversy: could Lisbeth
have…?
But there is a picture to
prove.
The
Fur Coat
The fur coat was thus
dispatched to the then West German Wiesbaden, but had the shooting
really been performed, with Lisbeth Palme wearing the fur coat? Or
had the fur coat been shot through after the murder, under laboratory
conditions – and had the Bundeskriminalamt been fooled?
Bundeskriminalamt in
Wiesbaden found no human remains on any of the two alleged Palme
bullets, but did not question the authenticity, did not ask for a
Lisbeth Palme medical certificate, to prove possible injury.
Bundeskriminalamt could have arrested the on-going spurious Swedish
police investigation.
It has always been
difficult, not to say impossible, to believe that a bullet could have
passed through the narrow gap between fur coat and the victim´s back
without injuring either Lisbeth Palme or the furry inside of the
coat. Her back would have been badly hurt, as would the inside of the
coat, next to the body. We are not allowed to see and hold the coat.
These pictures were taken
in Wiesbaden by the Bundeskriminalamt´s photographer, who evidently
must have thought that this was a genuine piece of evidence he had
before him. It was not. It was a lie, it was high treason. Lisbeth
Palme was never hit by any bullet.
”Sehr Geehrte
Kollegen in Wiesbaden, wir schicken Ihnen Frau Palmes Mantel mit
Gewebedurchtrennungen…” - an insult to the West German
authorities.
Palme fired at or not? It
has been under discussion why the conspirators have been so anxious
to make the Swedish public believe this story. In order to show that
the murderer did all in his might to get rid of a dangerous witness?
This has always sounded complicated. If the murderer had really
wanted to kill Lisbeth Palme he could not have missed. But he did not
want to kill his conspiratrix.
The story of the
shot directed at Lisbeth Palme does not come to earth at Dekorima but
at Sabbatsberg Hospital, more than an hour later, when Lisbeth Palme,
referring to an alleged pain, asked her brother-in-law Åke Nilzén,
Professor of Dermatology, who as a near relative was present in the
waiting-room, to sponge this spot with a wad of cotton. Nilzén,
according to his brother-in-law Claës Palme, whom I knew personally,
found no trace of a wound whatsoever.
If Nilzén had discovered
a wound and not asked for the special certification required, this
would have been a grave breach of medical conduct. Police have never
touched this story, always anxious to guard Lisbeth Palme´s privacy.
The special Commission of
Law Experts, appointed by the Swedish Government shortly after the
murder, eyes in its report with great concern the non-existing
medical certification and points out that this fact may well affect
later inquiries into the very murder of Olof Palme; a grave
accusation coming from the state´s own consultants. The matter is
noted in a report paragraph, but it has never been reviewed by
assassination inquirers or police. The official attitude still is
that Lisbeth Palme had a very narrow escape, being fired at by the
(lone!) murderer.
Further
tasks for the conspirators? Oh yes.
Olof Palme must be picked
up by an ambulance driver instructed to make a long detour from
Dekorima to Sabbatsberg Hospital. He must stop somewhere in Vasastan
and await the arrival of the police inspector´s car, let Lisbeth
Palme leave the ambulance and her dying/dead husband, let Lisbeth
Palme switch coats, and, at long length, continue to Sabbatsberg
after this historically unique interruption, with the police car
following after an unknown number of minutes.
In the picture was also
the other ambulance, the Sabbatsberg ambulance, which had been
ordered to Dekorima but must be stopped: ” What is this, we have
already had one ambulance?”
This complicated ambulance
planning must have called for several accomplices, some of them
alerted to falsify Olof Palmes hospital journal.
I am not noting every
single remarkableness. Most remarkable is perhaps the fact that
everything, in spite of so many threatening stumbling-blocks and
pitfalls., was a success. But the conspirators were lucky, and they
are, if you wish, lucky to this day.
If
someome had stumbled, what would have happened? Nothing, really?
Yes I think so. There was
an applied intricate security thinking over the whole affair.
What could have gone
wrong? Many things. Someone could have revealed a secret, perhaps
unintentionally? Yes, but the gossip would have stuck in the police
filter and been explained away.
The assassin, Anti
Avsan, could have been recognized; this was his regular beat. Well,
he w a s recognized, at the most dangerous spot and at the most
crucial time! Yes, but the special kind of security thinking held.
For seven years, no one sounded the alarm about Anneli and Anki,
addressing Avsan in Finnish (!) in front of Dekorima. When the lid
blew off, late in 1992, the investigators (of their own crime) may
however have been slightly worried.
Operation Hush-Hush was
launched, but intensive hushing up by diligent police officers at
work led to the dimming of the whole Avsan story, and in 1999 the new
Enquiry Commission reduced Avsan´s activities at Dekorima to nil. He
was never there, he did not shoot… The Commission instead boosted
Christer Pettersson´s guilt, and Anti Avsan, never mentioned by name
in Swedish media, could, undisturbed by these media, commence his
career up to the Stockholm Court of Justice, not to mention up to the
Swedish Riksdag, for the Moderates. The Moderate MPs have been
advised by me to read my book The Palme
Murder; The Anti Avsan Affair, 2008, -09. To
no avail.
The emergency brake had
worked, so full speed ahead!
So much for background.
Very much of this summary, not at all complete, has been left out by
the Palme police unit, been left out or distorted.
And life and time goes on,
after Zero Hour. Does the formal investigation go on? Hardly, since
the civil servants at Polhemsgatan HQ know in detail, in minute
detail, how the murder transpired. Anamnesia. Diagnosis. No use,
really, to pretend to investigate what is so well known within the
Palme Unit. A well cemented unit.
I have from time to time
handed over relevant information to the Palme Unit, but the
information has never been accepted, never looked into. I have, for
instance, asked what has happened to the Lisbeth/Nilzén incident at
Sabbatsberg, but this quite decisive episode has left no track on the
orange-red covers in the police vault, so securely closed.
”Let us handle the
Palme story, we do not need the assistance of news-mongers. Lisbeth
Palme was hit – must Sven
Anér question our every statement?”, the unit people seem to ask.
Why was this sordid,
almost non-existent police inquiry never, in detail, questioned by
media journalists? I can truly say that I never understood why not.
Disclosures, small or big, create perspective and contour. How could
journalists have believed that Christer Pettersson, officially under
suspicion 1998-1998, unofficially suspected to this day, although
dead, was Olof Palmes assassin? Swaying throgh the streets of
Stockholm, always tipsy, often dead drunk – and he should have been
the military-minded organizer of Sweden´s most complicated murder
ever?
My colleagues, did you
never grasp the absurdity?
How could the murder site
have been so undisturbedly positioned at Dekorima, where all the
people walked?
How could the very many
policemen round Brunkeberg Hill have been accepted by journalists as
natural elements of ordinary Stockholm police activities?
Did
you never wonder?
Did you never wonder at
the Prime Minister and his wife leisurely walking through the city
streets of the night, unguarded, near midnight in the chill?
Why were you always so
willing to explain away remarkable matters?
Why did you let me be the
only one to single out Olof Palme´s assassin, now City Judge and
Conservative member of the Swedish Riksdag?
An instance: Avsan, when
asked this year by an elder police Colleague whether he was Olof
Palme´s killer, evades the sharp question but answers:
”Oh, oh, we have
so many good people behind us that you will never take us!”
This, of course, is
consent:
”Yes, me and my buddies
we were behind all this – and we still are!”
I walk through life
considering myself to be reasonably honest, and I do not expect
anyone to ”take” me. But Avsan does, he says so himself:
”There are some who wish
to take me and my comrades, but we have our staunch supporters.”
An odd kind of life.
I notice that I am
approaching the legal side of this affair. When I am in a sad mood I
say to myself that there is no legality whatsoever, of the old,
honest kind. A court judges impartially, that should be the base.
In the Palme Affair there
is little court justice. ”Stockholms tingsrätt” and ”Svea
hovrätt” glanced at Christer Pettersson and eventually did not
condemn him, but they could have done much more. Something definite.
When the accusation
against Pettersson was placed before the first of these courts, it
should have been easy for the presiding judge to establish that Roger
Östlund, alleged main witness for the prosecution, never had entered
the picture. He was supposed to have placed a telephone call to drug
dealer Sigge Cedergren, but this call, according to police minutes,
actually came from Roger C e d e r g r e n , who was Sigge´s
younger brother. Police had listened in, but their protocol was
doubly falsified, which could have been easily seen by police,
attorneys and judge, if they had wanted to. But no one wanted to go
to the bottom and thus get Christer Pettersson, once and for all, off
the hook.
If so, the case would
probably never have reached the higher level of jurisdiction, nor
would then the National Attorney have applied to the Supreme Court
for review of the Pettersson case, based on doubtful ”new
evidence”. Review was denied. What happened, now that no review
was granted? The conspirators have had to start afresh but without
Christer Pettersson, who was never connected with the Palme murder.
Never.
But this murder went to
court just once, with Christer Pettersson. Police and at least ten
attorneys-at-law, with wide conscience, always pretended to believe
what their police offers told them; it is Pettersson.
Take the entire Avsan
Affair, which was never addressed by a critical judge because it
never reached one. Only these mild attorneys who chose to swallow
chatterboxes like Hans Ölvebro, the police inspector in charge, and
similar persons. The attorneys never distrusted their police
colleagues, who in some way managed to get hold of Avsan for a light
interview, in spite of their allegation that they never found him –
the Avsan Affair is full of absurd contradictions.
My good friend and
colleague Olle Alsén, who found Avsan (one of the most exciting
stories connected with the Palme murder), had many recorded telephone
calls with the police officer in charge, Hans Ölvebro or his
next-in-command, Lars Jonsson, dutifully following in Ölvebro´s
footsteps. It is notable, however, how openly Jonsson expresses
himself in this dialogue, never before published:
Jonsson: Well, showing one
picture, or two… We do not show people pictures until we have a
situation where we have not been able to identify a culprit in
another way, or where we are pretty sure that we have got our man.
But since our present information is so vague, we must really be sure
in advance where we stand…
/Jonsson is obviously unwilling to
confront Avsan with the two young witnesses from Dekorima –
naturally, since Jonsson knows that his man is Avsan!/
Alsén: But would it matter if
no result were reached, why can´t you just try? I showed a photo of
Avsan /at the Upplands-Väsby gym which Avsan used to visit/, and of
course this was perhaps not the right thing to do in a criminal
matter, but I never said that this had to do with the Palme murder. I
showed the Avsan picture to seven persons. One thought it resembled
while one was certain, this shouldnt be irrelevant.
Jonsson: People want to help,
they think this could be him. Then you go back to him showing a new
photo – the possibility of a sure identification has disappeared.
Alsén: Yes, but if this is the
only way?
Jonsson: Yes but if…
Alsén: You do not believe the
original story, is that it?
Jonsson: No… well… the two
girls have perhaps been in the city, and they have experienced
something, but there is something that does not tally.
Alsén: But you cannot really
know until you know…
End of page, but the long
conversations go on. Go on to show that neither Ölvebro nor Jonsson
will have anything to do with these girls. They are just causing
trouble, and mole-hills become mountains, like when we talk to an
unwilling child. Then everything becomes so difficult.
This Jonsson interview is
clear. Police could have heard Avsan on a regular basis, but that was
not part of the pattern.
The background is
frightening. Jonsson knows, during the conversation with Alsén, that
Anti Avsan is Olof Palme´s murderer. Jonsson knows, because he was
one of those who hired him…
Alsén handed over some of
his conversations, on paper, to the police authorities and had them
registered and thus entered among the official murder documents; if
this goes also for the Jonsson conversation I do not know.
It hurts when I specify:
Police inquirers, who hired Olof Palme´s murderer, refuse to
confront the two girls with pictures of Avsan, let alon confront them
with Avsan live! You cannot get deeper. The attorneys do not object,
and Sweden´s Courts were never informed.
I have never really
been contradicted, over the years, the 27 years. And on many many
occasions, especially during these last weeks, I have come across
ominous proof of blatant criminal activities on the part of the
authorities, criminal activities directly linked to the assassination
of a Prime Minister. I protest, but I am whisked away.
Left, faked digit
”5”,from the spurious Olof Palme ambulance journal.. Right, a
properly printed digit ”5” – but the correct, original digit,
which has now disappeared, was an ”8”!
The almost unbelievable
incident of Olof Palme´s doubly faked patient´s hospital journal is
still officially unsolved. I approached Premier Fredrik Reinfeldts
ex-wife Filippa, head of Stockholm hospitals, and ”socialstyrelsen”,
the State Board of Social Services, asking them to investigate.
Filippa Reinfeldt never
really answered my question whether the Journal was faked. Instead
she insisted, in her official answer, that her Stockholm Board had no
means of knowing if the journal in question had been falsified, and
she did not care. She had no responsibility, and if I were so anxious
to be informed, I ought to apply to Police HQ, she or her people did
not intend to. It was Police HQ who had , back in 1989, given me the
spurious journal…
And my original question
was left unanswered.
The State Social Board, on
the other hand, reported that the Board did not have to go to Court
with such an irrelevant matter. No one had suffere the Board said,
hinting that Olof Palme was probably dead anyway, before arrival at
Sabbatsberg Hospital.
An incredible statement,
massive in its cynicism.
My questions were never
answered, but I received answers. This is what happens, along the
line. Police, attorneys, Government institutions give me answers, of
a kind, but the answers rarely apply to my distinct questions. This
does not seem to matter. Once I have had their few lines I should be
happy, the matter has been handled and is dead.
In Kafka Land.
I read what I have
just written. There is nothing I would like to change. I might add
black trimmings, which would only strengthen my thesis: the Palme
Story is an enormous black lie, supported to this day by all
important Swedish powers. It is my hope that international
search-light on national Swedish shortcomings will, in the end, the
near end, cause truth to win.
Uppsala, Sweden, June 3,
2013. Sven Anér, journalist, author
Karlsrogatan 85 A,
Uppsala, S-752 39, Sweden. 018-15 12 79.
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