I will keep this post pinned to the top until I have kept my promise to write something for every one of the 24 days that Ilan Halimi was held captive and tortured.
On the final day, Youssef Fofana, the leader of the Barbarians, slit Ilan's throat, twice, and poured a flammable liquid on him to try to set him on fire. But this reportedly did not burn him to death, because Ilan walked for perhaps one hour trying still to find a way to live. Source
I know I promised to "post something on Ilan Halimi every day until the 13. February, day of his death, to get a tiny inkling of how long his torture lasted". I did not keep my promise, but I will make up for it, and add something here, for each of the 24 days he was tortured. And I will pin this post to the top until I have done so.
Here is how Ilan's mother, Ruth Halimi, described the 13. February 2006 to the journalist, Deborah Freund: (Full article at Aish.com)
That night I feel a strong force hurl my bed against the wall and I wake up. “Something happened to Ilan! I’m sure of it!” I tell the policemen in my living room. Of course, they think it’s only the ranting of a hysterical woman. It was five a.m. They say that a mother knows. I checked it out later.
On February 13, at five o’clock in the morning, Ilan was first shaven, like six million other Jews, and flung into the forest by his torturers. He managed to take the mask off his eyes, and as Fofana later reported, look them straight in the eye. I am a human being, his eyes told them. He received a few knife stabs for that. Then, like many of the six million before him he was set on fire and burned alive, having been sprayed with a flammable substance. Then his tormentors left.
It was raining that morning; Ilan managed to roll down on the leaves towards the highway. A black woman, a secretary like me, saw him lying by the side of the road, stopped her car and called the police. She accompanied him in the ambulance and did not leave his side. He was still alive in the ambulance but died on the way to the hospital. I console myself that my son died hearing a soothing voice.
When he was found guilty Fofana declared, “I killed a Jew, and for that I will go to Paradise.” The police publicly admit to the press that it was an anti-Semitic crime.
The second part of the video shows members of the French Branch of the Jewish Defence League entering the "cité" of Bagneux, a no-go zone where even Firefighters need police protection. It was in Bagneux where Ilan was held prisoner and tortured. The young men from the Jewish Defence League put up posters and chanted "Justice for Ilan" remembering him on the 5th anniversary of his death.
I consider the JDL a brave group of young Jews who do not believe in "meekly tending the other cheek" and consequently get often a bad press from a media who tend to be more on the side of the racaille.
While I will write something for each day of Ilan's Calvary, and while I will number the days in order, it will not be a correct chronology of facts. I will also keep the posts on one page to make it easier to read.
Marc Weitzmann, in a series on French anti-Semitism, wrote one article on Ilan Halimi. He titled it:
The following extracts come from this article.
Ruth Halimi, Mother of Ilan
About Ilan's mother Marc Weitzmann writes:
"The 20th (January 2006, day of the abduction) was a Friday.
“It was Sabbath! Sabbath!” Ilan’s mother, Ruth Halimi, told me.
A small but strong and maternal woman of Moroccan origins, she has managed to keep her strength and dignity through the whole ordeal thanks, she says, to the comfort of her religion and the support of the Jewish community. (Ruth Halimi has been employed at the Council of Jewish Organizations in Paris for the last 22 years.)
I’m furious with Ilan to this day!” she said, before adding, “Do not get me wrong, he was a great, great kid. He was amazing, the pillar of the house. He played the father role with his sisters since I divorced, a very responsible young man. But I was already pulling my hair out because of this Chinese girlfriend he got. So, what did he need to see this other one for? A Muslim? And a Friday night on top of it?
Well, he was 22."
"Yalda" the honey trap
"...The daughter of an Iranian nurse and political refugee, Sorour Arbabzadeh was 17, beautiful, and fleshy. Although obviously smart, she also was still in the 10th grade.
In France since 1999, after the death of her father—a violent man, diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, who had married her mother by force and reportedly beat Sorour during most of her childhood—she was raped two years later, at 14, by three teenagers of the cité. (A complaint filed by the mother against the boys at the time was soon withdrawn, possibly under pressure of the neighborhood.) The battalion of juvenile court judges, trained caregivers, and social workers who’d followed the girl since then had been unable to prevent her from multiple suicidal attempts.
Sorour, the trial showed, was brought into the gang by Tiffen, a semi-homeless young woman of 20, who was born in Brittany to a Catholic family and then converted to Islam at 15. Out of her devotion to Fofana, Tiffen had found some targets for the kidnappings in the cité for him—some of them among her own friends—but she lacked confidence to play the vamp part and had suggested Sorour instead. In a blink, Fofana was convinced. “I can do marvels with you,” he is reported to have said to Sorour the minute they met.
Immature, manipulative, and manipulated both, Sorour said she accepted Fofana’s proposal to be used as a honey trap as “a favor to him” only—and against the promise of a reward of 3,000 to 5,000 euros...."
"...On Jan. 16, 2006, Sorour entered a cellphone store on the Boulevard Voltaire, where she flirted with a 22-year-old clerk named Ilan Halimi. One hour after the young man gave her his number, she called him to fix a date for a drink four days later, on the 20th at 10 p.m., in the inner south suburb. “He’s nice,” she confided to Tiffen after hanging up, “he’s cute.”
The said day, he met his new acquaintance for a drink at the Paris-Orléans, one of those gray, anonymous cafés where the ground is strewn with cigarette butts and race tickets and migrant workers from the old generation watch TV. She said she lived alone, offered that he bring her back home. When she arrived, to the gang hidden nearby she gave the proper signal, which was to look in her purse for her keys.
Some months later, after Ilan had been found walking on a railway line, naked and handcuffed, three times wounded by a knife and with two-thirds of his body covered in third-degree burns (he died a few hours after his transportation to the hospital), Sorour told the cops that she heard his shrill voice cry for two minutes as he resisted the gang members who were trying to lock him up in a car trunk. (Students in an adjacent street also saw him from afar, struggling as he was taken by the arms and legs. Because of the high pitch of his cries, they say they took him for a girl playing a joke, and thought of a joke and didn’t call the cops—they would’ve come too late, if ever, anyway.) In tears after the car took off, Sorour found comfort in the kind words of Maurice, another one of the gang members—a computer engineer from Martinique who also had converted to Islam. “This is not your fault,” he told her. “This is all over anyway.”
A bit later that same evening Fofana invited the two of them plus Sorour’s boyfriend Sami—an apprentice model she’d recently met on the Internet—to a cheap restaurant in Montparnasse to celebrate. She had an ice cream. Fofana also offered Sorour and Sami a 109-euro three-star hotel room nearby for the night. Not exactly the 5,000 promised but a good, relaxing time nonetheless. And she did get pregnant that night..."
During the whole three weeks Ilan Halimi was wrapped in tape from foot to head with only a hole left for him to breathe (“He looked like a mummy,” said one of his jailers to the police afterward), nourished with a straw only and left on the ground, first in an empty unheated apartment of the cité, then in the building’s boiler room, which was even colder.
|The cellar where Ilan was held and tortured|
(Jack Guez/AFP/Getty Images)
Ilan would be untied only to be taken to the toilet, and beaten and burned with cigarette butts out of Fofana’s frustration, since, despite threats and pressure, “the Jews” did not pay.
His situation worsened, once in the boiler room because then he could only piss in a bottle and defecate in a plastic bag, which infuriated the jailer who had to hold the bag for him and would beat him for it— at the end of these weeks he was cleaned up with cheap soap and water first, and then with acid, because his jailers, inspired by a TV series, thought acid would erase any traces of their DNA. He was then beaten again, handcuffed, and put naked in a pair of sheets, taken out of the building and into the woods only to be stabbed and burned alive by Fofana.
A friend commenting on the riots taking place in Paris at the moment under the pretext of "solidarity with Theo" a black Muslim migrant who was (allegedly) man-handled by the Police while resisting arrest, asked me why there were no such demonstrations of solidarity with the young Ilan Halimi after his assassination. "There were demonstrations" I told him. But when Jews demonstrate in Paris, they don't attack police, bash people, burn cars and destroy property as do the thugs referred to by the French people as "racaille". (Politicians will refer to them as "disadvantaged youth" or other such euphemisms, religiously avoiding any allusion to their mostly migrant, more often than not arabo-sub-Saharan Muslim background).
A fortnight after they found the tortured body of Ilan Halimi, a crowd of up to 200,000 people, of mainly Jewish confession, went into the streets of Paris, demonstrating against violence, racism and anti-Semitism.
“All Jews are rich”
In the final part of a series on French anti-Semitism, dated September 2, 2014, Marc Weitzmann writes about what he calls "echoes and paradoxes of a gruesome murder". The title of the article reads:
ILAN HALIMI’S TORTURED GHOST
WILL CONTINUE HAUNTING FRANCE
"The trap that would lead to the abduction, torture, and murder of Ilan Halimi was set in the winter of 2006 on Boulevard Voltaire in Paris, a few blocks from where I live. In the months prior, kids from one of the toughest cités, Bagneux—who called themselves, Clockwork Orange-style, “the gang of the Barbarians”—had repeatedly tried to abduct people for ransom. Led by a 27-year-old first offender named Youssouf Fofana, the fifth child of Ivory Cost migrants, the gang members were between 16 to 26 years old and ethnically diverse.
They set up their prospective victims in a particular way: A girl, selected by Fofana, would get in touch with some man for a date and ask him to bring her back into the suburb after their appointment. As a diversion for the cops, the youngest members of the gang would set fire to a car, while the others would jump on the potential victim.
So far, though, their method had spectacularly failed: All the targets, most of whom had Jewish names, had either foreseen the trap or escaped. In one almost successful attempt—which ended after the gang apparently panicked—the victim, Mickaël D., was found handcuffed and swimming in his own blood and told the police that his aggressors had called him “kike” and “dirty Jew.” Fofana had also tried to blackmail doctors by sending his pawns to ask for fraudulent sick leave. All those doctors were also Jews. And he had sent anonymous threat letters or Molotov cocktails to public figures—the president of Doctors Without Borders, Rony Brauman; Jérôme Clément, director of the French cultural channel Arte; lawyer Joseph Cohen-Saban among others, all of whom were Jewish. All these plots had failed, too.
But persistence is the key to success. In January 2006, under the assumption that had driven Fofana from the start, and that he repeatedly stated at his trial three years later—namely, that “all Jews are rich”—he and some of his gang started to pace the Boulevard Voltaire, looking for “Jewish stores.”...
(from: Tablet Magazine)
In this ^^^ video, there is mention of Mohamed Merah who murdered, among others, 3 little Jewish children and a father/teacher. I wrote about it then, but things have become even more repulsive in that there are now nasty pieces of work who openly and shamelessly "hero-worship" the Arab terrorist, Merah, among them one of his brothers and his sister who are reported to have become quite "popular" among local jihadis.
Does this Darkness have a Name ?
--- to be continued ---