Khalid Mohhamed-aka police infiltrator

One of the most devestating things that a person can experiance is finding out that there best friend is a police officer sent to frame you.

Sitting in jail, with some of my ex-co accused who were also pre arrested before the Saturday of the g20, I kept asking myself why did i trust this man? i told him about my emotional problems, my moms illness, and trusted him with my own life, yet he was a police officer.

After a year and a half of driving with him to hospitals, drinking in bars participating in actions, helping my sick mom I came to believe, like several others who were close to him that there must have actually been some emotional bond between us and he will only talk about things relevant to the case. After all we told each other he may have been a pig but some part of him must have liked us.

When the disclosure was released (in which i believe he called me a sociopath) I saw what a horrible person he was. Every single personal detail of my life exposed to my ex co accused, there lawyers and if it goes to trial….the general public……..twisted distorted and falsified.

For the longest time, my trust issues intensified. Who is really my friend?why are people being nice 2 me? what is there hidden agenda? Are people really loyal to me or are they gonna trick and screw me over?

To make matters worse, the disclosure was full of gossip, lies and slanders which aim at making me not only look crazy but were specifically put there to turn other activists against me.

How can someone hang with u 24-7, see all the posative work u do such as free food programs, working to stop drug abuse and promote harm reduction, see all the problems that they are facing, drive you and your dieing mother to the hospital……………and then go to the police statement and write a statement and give a report?

What kind of man knows that the only person who can bail you out of jail is a real sick woman and that the stress can exasperbate the situation and yet work anyways to that end.

That type of person must be someone with no emotion, cold, who can do whatevery they want to get there gain. Well Khalid if you are reading this and need a new job cause your exposed how about becoming a serial killer? After all u do have the same traits

Who am I?

I grew up in a 2 bedroom apartment with 5 brothers and sisters,my mom and dad,grandma and anyone else who would drop by from the old country. My parents, both immigrants ended up washing toilets for a living despite the fact that they were both writers and had PHD’s. My mother, an amazing woman, got diagnosed with CML when I was young and recently died as a result.

I went to a Catholic School where i got in all sorts of trouble cause the rich kids picked on me and I fought back. In grade 4, I considered myself an anarchist and got diagnosed as gifted when i arguedwith my teacher that our political system was wrong. I was also diagnosed with authority defiance disorder ADHD and all sorts of other cool things.

My mom, a fighter, refused to allow them to medicate me and when they said as evidence that i have ADHD, that i wont sit in the corner, she said “why should he it seems pretty boring”

We move to a crack neighbourhood, where i met alot of cool kids who werent rich snobs, and life was fine. My friends, many of them gang bangers, came from broken homes or the group home across the street and my mother would always feed them and take care of them cause thats the type of woman she In highschool three things happenned to me that made me who I am today. In grade 9, I had to do a project on the FLQ.  After studying the 60’s , the Panthers and other such groups i wrote an amazing essay and failed because my views were not in line with the views of a Catholic school. (i know it was an amazing essay cause i later recycled it and got a great mark)

I started to consider myself a Marxist-Leninist ala panthers and tried to preach revolution to my old crew. Several years later I was brutally beaten in front of my highschool by neo nazis and when the teachers did nothing I joined ARA and put theory to practise.

I met D.C. , an older university activist, and we started organizing poor people creating the first youth run youth drop in centre in Canada. We got shut down after 5 years cause we ran out of funding and the staff kept on landing in jail, myself included. The funny thing is the only thing i ever got convicted for, milking Stockwell Day, I did no time for.

Currenty I am still fighting, in Guelph and KW. dealing with serious pain issues and coping with the loss of the two most important people in my life, one of whom is my mom.

My mother died last year2 months after the G20, as a result of a spleen infarction and multi system failure. Her idiot docters only perscribed her 2 mg of Hydromorphone which is nothing. life works out in funny ways. If i was not a victim of a sting operationwhich included CSIS, the RCMP and pther police agencies I would not have had conditions and be forced to live with her in the last months of her life. When i last talked to her I was like “mom are you ashamed of me, im like 30, living back at home with no high paying job”. She said “no, I am proud of you, you fight for what you believe in. The only thing is i feel sorry that you are an athiest and have no hope after death”. Thinking and thinking on this issue I realized that I do believe there is something greater then us at play. The last words she heard before she died was “mom, I found GOD”. RIP Florica Batu Ichim.

to wrap things up im gonna quote EAZY-E “thats who I am , and if you dont like it…..i really dont give a damn”