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I'm Massoud Tami, born: 21 March 1964, Tehran, Iran. I went to primary and secondary school in Iran. When I was 15, my dad an accountant for B.F.Goodrich (American Tyre Company) took us to U.K. We arrived in Clacton-on-Sea: 13 January, 1978. I went to Language school, Colbayns High School. 1982, my dad went back to Iran, my mum and brother went to Germany. I went to college in Colchester, married Trudy: 19 June, 1984.

I was given indefinite leave to remain in U.K. by Home Office in 1985. However, Colchester Social Security, denied us of any state benefits were entitled to saying: "If you didn't have enough money to support yourself and your wife for the rest of your life, Home Office should have not let you stay here."

We lived in Mistley, Clacton-on-Sea, St.Osyth, Jaywick, Essex 2 years, before moving to 74c Corporation Street West, Walsall, West Midlands in 1986, next door to a black guy: Dennis Warner, who'd been to prison for attempted murder, was a pimp, drug pusher, body builder and schizopherinic. Dennis Warner became obssessed by me the moment we moved next door to him. He used to call me "Nelson." I was attacked by Dennis Warner, he broke our flat door in broad daylight, pulled out a table leg confronted me saying: "Nelson, if you want to kill me, you better kill me now, otherwise I will come and kill you." All I could think of telling him: "How many times do I have to tell you, my name is not Nelson." We called the police, they said: "If you haven't got a cut more than an inch long, there's nothing we can do."

We moved back to Essex: 25 November, 1991. My wife Trudy met up with her old school friend: Maria Welham. With her and her husband's encouragement we applied and were housed by Colchester Borough Council. A Falklands war veteran: Brian Humble, helped my wife get Disability Benefits she was entitled to. We were given a flat at 18a Stalin Road, Colchester, next to a notorious family of 34 children: "Coppins." Word had it members of this family had incest and brothers and sisters had children from each other. A 92 year old man and a 75 year old woman lived in the flat above us, when one day the old man came after us with a rifle, thinking he was still in second world war and we were Germans. Police sealed off the street, he later moved to an old peoples home. Our flat was burguled by Christian McShane, a drug addict. Him and his friends stole every electrical item in our flat and urinated in our bed. Christian McShane had just come out of prison and wanted to go back inside, he said his addiction to drugs would be better provided inside prison.

Whilst at 18a Stalin Road, I was head-butted by another drug addict: Gavin Carter. He broke my head, blood pouring everywhere. When Colchester police turned up, they said: "we'll come to get a medical report with you and then arrest him, but I am warning you, once released, he's likely to get much worse."

We were re-housed to: 3 Mayflower Close, Colchester. Neighbours upstairs, were young, noisy, had a new-born baby. I remember Sheena (Irish decent) coming downstairs to borrow money saying: "My dad's a vicar, I was adopted as a child, you had no idea we'd move next door to you and would make life hell for you." We did a "mutual exchange" with a lady from: 47 Kinlett Close, Colchester.

We were baptised at Colchester Evangelical Church, by Rev. Graham Stevens, 1996. Days later, our car aquaplaned on London to Colchester road, hit a telegraph post at 70 mph. My wife's left leg was broken, she under-went an 8-hour emergency operation, stayed in Colchester General Hospital 10 weeks, I visited her every day.

My friend, Tony Francis, became more addicted to alcohol and brought a long-standing friendship to an end by becoming racially abusive. I had a "caution" from Essex police over an arguement with him. Our neighbour's husband: Peter Thompson, also an alcoholic, became abusive towards us. January 2000, his wife attacked my wife, inside our flat, two weeks after I'd come home from a hernia operation. We called the police, PC David Spurrier assaulted me in front of his collegue, PC Butters, who just stood there saying "I never saw nothing." We complained, incident got recorded at Police Complaints Authority who apologised. Nevertheless, I was charged with "common assault." Mrs. Thompson alleged I'd punched her once on the arm, when she was shown photo of alleged injuries and questioned by my solicitor Malcolm Jones, she changed her story, sayimg: Mr. Tami had something sharp in his hand." She alleged she'd made subsequent police statements, of which there was no trace of. When I protested at Witham Magistrates Court, with our neighbours laughing their head off, Magistrates said to me: "Mr. Tami, they're not on trial here, you are." "You're walking on rocky grounds here."

Subsequently, friends of our neighbours, Sue Weldon and Maureen Ashcroft, carried on with onslaugh. They shouted at me, I shouted back at them. WPC Warzac, from Colchester Police Station, charged me with "public order offence section 4 and 5." Crown Prosecution Service did a deal with my solicitor, Malcolm Jones: "If you admit to the one charge, we drop the other." I was advised to plead "guilty." My solicitor said after the court case: "Massoud, Crown Prosecution Service are supposed to be there to act in public interest, but in reality, they don't give a toss about the public, it's all about winning, you're just another piece of meat to them."

Our Salvation Army Major, David Frye said to me: "Massoud, I apologise to you on their behalf." Kathy Healy, from John Grooms Housing Association, apologised and re-housed us to: 133 Trenchard Lodge, Chelmsford, Essex: 30 October 2000.

When my sister-in-law: Tracey Jane Wink was 14, she wrote us a letter: "I have some shocking news for you, I have had a baby." She was sexually abused by Stuart Arnott. Tracey says: it was her mum's fault she fell pregnant, she says: "mum took me by the hand, took me to his room, so she could go out and enjoy herself. Tracey lived with Arnott 7 years, had 3 children by him. Stuart Arnott was an angry person, always shouting, took drugs, did petty crime, went fishing alot. Tracey broke up with Arnott, married Les Thomson. She had Ashley, a mis-carriage and John. She divorced Les Thomson who was diabetic with alcohol and drug problems who died in hospital.

Summer 2000, Tracey told us she had had sex with a young boy of 15: Johnathan Perry. Tracey admitted she had "led Perry astray when he was a virgin." Perry ended up living with my sister-in-law. We stayed 2 weeks at a time at my sister-in-law's old council house: 35 The Close, Dovercourt, spent our money on the kids. I was doing all the cooking, my wife did the cleaning.

Social Services and Child welfare at Harwich School became aware Tracey was neglecting her 5 children. A Social Worker: Jackie Montague came to visit Tracey twice a week, Perry would hide everytime there was a visit. Tracey also had a Health Visitor. Even local shop keeper, Keith from Happy Shopper was commenting: "mother of 31 wants to be 16 again." Family were branding Tracey "cradle snatcher." She insisted it is not his fault it is hers. Tracey told us: "I know what I've done is wrong, but if I didn't have Perry in my life, my children would suffer even more."

Tracey would get paid Mondays, by Tuesday all her money was spent. We used to buy food for them, sometimes they'd go to their nan's. My mother-in-law complained children were not being fed. Tracey would get her 12 year old daughter, Kelly, to look after John,18-months-old at the time, for being allowed sexual activities with older boys, my niece fell pregnant at 14.

In the middle of all this, Tracey started an affair with a married taxi driver: Adrian (Starling Taxi's), when Perry became aware of this, he got very tearful and her children got confused further. Adrian's wife came after Tracey at one stage, fearful, Tracey and kids went to live with Tracey's mum for a while.

But one incident that sticks out in my mind, is that John, about 2-years-old then, wanted a cuddle from his mum, but was constantly being told to: "piss off" and physically pushed away. Her mum was nearly always in bed with Perry by 10 slamming the bedroom door to John's face crying, so next morning, John went to his mum's bedroom, while Tracey was asleep in her bed, he set the bedroom, carpet and mattress on fire. We heard a scream from upstairs, bedroom was pitch black with smoke and Tracey's clothes on fire, John's face was slightly burnt, but that little might showed no sign of emotion whatsoever. He never shed a tear. His mum was sobbing: "he's trying to kill me, he's always pointing a kitchen knife at me, he's trying to kill me." My mother-in-law was called, we gave her money to get medicine for Tracey's burns. When Perry found out about this, he pulled John's arm and dislocated it, Tracey never took John to hospital out of fear of social services finding out.

Beginning of 2003, we reported my sister-in-law to authorities: I had a telephone conversation with Crime-Stoppers, they told me to go to Chelmsford Police Station, they passed us on to "Child Protection Unit" in Colchester. I phoned "Child Protection Unit." They said I needed to speak to a DC Charles Cadwallader. Could I ring back before 2 that afternoon. I phoned back at 2 that afternoon. They said: "DC Cadwallader is already on his way to your sister-in-law's in Harwich. Can you call back later this evening to speak to him. He should be back by 7. I called back DC Cadwallader in what I consider a rude, arrogant, intimidating manner replied: "Oh, it's Mr. Tami, is it? Yes, I did go to Tracey's house with Social Services, it caused her a great deal of grief." DC Cadwallader said I'd reported Tracey "anonymously" which I hadn't. He said: "No, she is not sleeping with under-aged boys, No her children are not starving, No her children do not have scars all over their bodies."

Few weeks later, police came asking: "have I assaulted my nephew, Ryan?" I said: "no." I explained my sister-in-law's making false allegations because I've reported her to Child Protection. They said: "your sister-in-law is taking the piss" and went away.

15 August 2003, WPC Barlow and PC Kettle, Chelmsford Police gave me a harrassment warning not to contact my sister-in-law. No sooner I complained against Essex Police to Professional Standards Department, I had a visit from PS Dines and PC DJ Thurston of Harwich Police. I was arrested on the "suspicion of making threats to kill a police officer" - PC Goldstone, someone whom I've never met, whom has never met me, we have never had any conversation or contact. During taped police interview, in presence of my solicitor from THB Solicitors, PS Dines said: "You're trying to make yourself look whiter than white, your complaints against police hasn't got you nowhere, you are very twisted in your head about the things your sister in law never did, I can make life very difficult for you." I was charged, trial fixed for 30 April 2004, Witham Magistrates.

Before trial, my barrister requested they do not preceed with the case. PC Goldstone in an attempt to intimidate the court into thinking he was scared of me, requested to sit behind a screen and give evidence, court declined saying: that kind of thing is for children. PC Thurston swore he's had a 15-second telephone conversation with someone on the phone, they asked PC Goldstone's name and asked if PC Goldstone was male or female, he told them they did not need to know that, he told them PC Goldstone would be on duty the following day, the caller said: "well, the cunt is dead now." 5 weeks later he came to meet me for the first time recognised my voice as that of the caller." Police IT Department confirmed that telephone call lasted 26 seconds. My barrister put it to PC Thurston that conversation could not have taken place in those few seconds, and that he could not recognise somebody's voice after 5 weeks, PC Thurston blatantly said: "Because threats were made to the life of my collegue, it stuck in my mind like a knife." Magistrates never held his bizarre allegations contempt of court.

Furthermore, police brought forward a Julie Ann Gouldstone as witness, whose telephone number is ex-directory, she says: "phone rang, a voice said: "I am going to kill you, I said OK fine fuck off you bastard, caller was an Iranian, between 40-50 years old." .... Guess What! ... I'm Iranian 40 years old.

Witham Magistrates Court dismissed the case, asking if I had any expenses coming to court, I was too tearful to answer. After court case, Detective Inspector James White came to see me saying: "we have come to tease out of you what it is you want." I repeatedly said I wanted officers concerned prosecuted. Inspector White said: "you have been a victim of Malicious Prosecution, the whole system have failed you, the worst thing that could happen is the officers would get the sack, I can't prove anything unless they confess, difficulty being we have certain procedures to go by."

We wrote to Independent Police Complaints Commission 24 July 2004, they wrote back saying "Because your complaint was made just before IPCC was established, there is nothing that can be done."

I phoned Crime-Stoppers and asked why no-one didn't come to see us about my nieces and nephews and my sister-in-law's relationship with an under-aged boy. This is what gentleman from Crime-Stoppers ( a retired police officer) said: "Somebody, somewhere, must have seen his penis enter her vagina when he was 15-years old, and be willing to come forward and give good reliable credible evidence. Something that would stand up in the court of the law. And even then, the boy himself, he's not going to complain, is he? He is what we call a "hostile" witness. Now, I agree with you, what has happened is morally wrong, but legally nothing can be done about it. You see my friend, morality and legality don't go hand in glove. Not in this country."

Between January and April 2006, we received lots of racially abusive threatening phone calls on our secondhand mobile phone. Mrs. Tami complained to her G.P. Dr. Simon Schultz of Beecham Surgery, Chelmsford; her Psychologist Dr. Carmacu: Linden Centre. We also went to Chelmsford Police Station, only to be told by a seargent: "sorry, nothing can be done, as there is nothing on paper. It's not like a land-line phone at home, where you receive bills to your name." We also went to the shop where we got our mobile phone from and reported the matter to 3G Network.

30th. March 2006, officers from Belgravia Police Station, London, headed by D.C. Jim Ried raided our flat: 133 Trenchard Lodge, Chelmsford. Police photographer asked me to strip half naked so he could take a picture of me. I refused.

D.C. Jim Ried took a Plunger, amongst other personal belongings from our flat and a carrier bag outside Trenchard Lodge. Mrs. Tami got very tearful, a taxi was called to take her to her mum's in Harwich, I was arrested on suspicion of "Public Nuisance" and driven to Belgravia Police Station, London.

In the afternoon, I was interviewed by D.C. Elaine Payne, D.C. Jim Ried and my solicitor from Sheratte and Caleb Solicitors, Jyothi Somavarapu. A London woman "Jo" has made allegations that she received phone calls from whom the police suspect me of, she says: "One minute he said he loved me, then he said he'd rape me." "Jo" who is supposed to be a witness in a murder trial is also alleging: "He video called me and masturbated using a carving knife." "Jo" also says in a statement to police: "I had a text message saying: Look out for a blue car, I looked out of the window, there were six blue cars parked outside."

A statement was read by my solicitor, during taped interview, stating Massoud and Trudy Tami had been victims of a Hate Campaign and received racially abusive and threatening phone calls, records of which were kept on their mobile phone, and on paper. During taped interview, D.C. Elaine Payne came across such papers, amongst many phone numbers were that of "Jo" and her family and friends phone numbers, with "Called me a Paki" and "Threatened to Kill me," written in front of "Jo's" friends numbers.

Having explained to my solicitor how often "Jo's" daughter, Sam, used to call/send text messages to our mobile phone saying: "When you don't call us, it gets very boring here, "We have a bigger fish to fry," showed pictures of horses saying: "Is yours as big as this," "We want to meet you so you can strip for us." And that "Jo" had put a young girl with long brown hair, about 10,in front of video phone and asked me to expose myself to her, Jyothi Somavarapu informed me I had been Set Up, and if police decide to bring charges against me, she would ask abusive calls made to us to be investigated. I was released on bail pending further enquiries.

We left U.K. 18 May 2006, for Iran, where my darling wife whom I worship the ground she walks on, received private medical treatment for her mental health problems, we stayed with my elderly father in Tehran.

I phoned Belgravia Incident Room 020 7321 9251 to ask about progress of police investigations, D.I. Tim Dobson said to me: "I'm not saying we want you back here, but if you do decide to come back, phone and let us know so we can charge you with Malicious Communications. Don't worry, it's only a summary hearing. We're not coming to look for you in Iran."

Prior to leaving U.K., May 2006, we went to Chelmsford Police Station, a duty sergeant assured us: "any racially abusive calls or threats you have had would automatically be investigated by Belgravia Police Station." My papers have been passed on to a D.C. Karen Hunt; my solicitor, Jyothi Somavarapu has declined to ask police to investigate the threats to us, saying: "that's not my job, I'm only a defence solicitor, you have to go and see another solicitor about that."

Last time I spoke to my solicitor on phone from Iran, she said: "police are saying you have sent pictures of weapons to other people from your phone." When I asked: "What kind of weapons?" She continually kept laughing and wouldn't tell me. Then I had an email from my solicitor's senior, David Caleb saying: "Dear Mr. Tami, since you have chosen to make official complaint I shall wait for The Law Society and will respond to them, However since you appear to be disseminating false information on the internet and the overall tone of your email is frankly highly abusive I assume that you are waiving any privilage that exists between solicitor and client and you will accordingly have no objection to us responding as we see fit to the misinformation that you are apparently bent on providing."

We complained to Independent Police Complaints Commission against Essex Police, London Metropolitan Police. Both complaints have been recorded by Professional Standards, however, Metropolitan Police decided not to investigate the matter, while Essex Police concluded as there are no recording facilities on cameras installed at Chelmsford Police Station, officers we spoke to cannot be identified.

Tuesady 20 November 2007 about 12 noon UK time, phoned Belgravia Incident Room: 020 7321 9251 to speak to D.C. Karen Hunt. This was the first time I'd ever spoken to D.C. Karen Hunt, who had Afro accent, as soon as I introduced myself, she shouted: "Oooooi Yoouuu, listen if you ever call me again, I will bring another charge against you, I will only speak to you, when you get back here at police station." Shocked, I said: "I will complain against you to IPCC," to which she replied: "you can go and complain to whoever you want."

I remember first time I ever appeared before a Magistrates Court in Britain back in 1998/1999 charged with making a Threatening Phone Call, to a Mrs. Edmunds of Bramston Sport Centre, Witham. I had that very phone call recorded on tape, which I handed to my barrister Mark Ruchove to present as evidence in my defence.

Cometh the day, Mark Ruchove turned up at Witham Magistrates Court drunk, smelling of alcohol, looking not with it. He commenced by insulting the Magistrates: "Do you know what your honour, I don't Fucking understand the law, and if I am a barrister and I don't understand it, I am sure my client Mr. Tami doesn't understand it either."

Magistrates Mr. Brades was so short, even when he stood up he looked like he was still sitting down, he got up angry and said to Mr. Ruchove: "I suggest we adjourn the court till you go and satisfy yourself as to what the law says." To which Mr. Ruchove replied, under his breath: "No, no, no, piss off." At that point Magistrates gave me a dirty look. I explained I had the telephone conversation in question recorded and that Mr. Ruchove hadn't brought it to court, everybody just kept laughing, Mr. Ruchove falling asleep, waking up.

I was found "Guilty." Mr. Ruchove asked court for the one charge to be turned into Four, Magistrates happily obliged. Mr. Brades asked Mr. Ruchove: "I thought you knew Mr. Tami." Mr. Ruchove laughed: "No."

Few days later, when I returned for sentencing, different Magistrates, different solicitor, they sent me to see a probation officer, I was offered councelling for the stress I went under. My solicitor Mr. Richardson advised against making an appeal to Crown Court, saying: "judges there are even worse than Magistrates."

Subsequently, Inspector Steve Mullender from Colchester Police Station, listened to that taped telephone conversation and said: "Mr. Tami, you are not the one who is threatening Mrs. Edmunds, she is the one who is being rude to you. You had the right to sack your barrister on the spot. I should complain to Bar Council if I was you."
October 2010 Court of Human Rights, France wrote to us saying our complaints against UK government didn't comply with their protocals. Few months later massive riots broke out in UK, David Cameroon described Britain: a Sick Nation!

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