HOWARD CRAWFORD AND MICHAEL ALLEN

In early 2016 an AFP member who shall be known as V1 introduced “Michael Allen” to the Sydney party. He had apparently been out with V1 once before at an open forum in Bexley.

From the outset it was made clear he was a troll, but V1, whose motives would much later become a subject of scrutiny, throughout the entirety of the matter remained mawkishly vague about his lifelong friend, suggesting that “Mick” was an ex-lefty who through their online parlays had begun to warm to nationalist concepts. But all S knew about ‘Michael Allen’ up to that point was that he had blocked him on Facebook for being a troll.

A cunning plot transpired to run a sting operation on a long-time adversary of the Australia First Party, who had done much to undermine it and it is even suggested played a role in suborning its first elected nominee, Maurice Girotto, who was voted as Penrith City Councillor in 2012, only to resign from the party under a puzzling cloud. Michael Allen was integral to this plan.

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This is what a typical troll looks like

Howard Crawford was once President of the Liberal Party’s Londonderry branch. A chicken farmer by trade, whose father was a decorated world war 2 veteran who served in PNG despite being underage, he wound up in the shifty back curtain of right-wing politics, involving himself at one time with the Australia First Party just long enough to denounce it in a manner so absurd as to be calculated. It was reported that he commented to a third party, and here we paraphrase as best as we can recollect, that he visited the party but then “out came the flags and uniforms” and he was turned off. This kind of outrageous fabrication was pure Crawford.

For a right-winger averse to “flags and uniforms” he didn’t mind becoming a mentor to Squadron 88 who had a considerable fetish for flags and uniforms. In the relationship that followed he promised members that the western Sydney Liberal Party Branch was waiting to be taken over by National Socialists. An ex-kickboxer with connections to a martial arts school he swore that S88 would help to turn the Libs over to National Socialism as they trained to become its foot soldiers.

Mark McDonald spent time as his protégé and was promised the position of “Western Sydney Fuhrer”. He scoffs at this association now and will try to brush off Crawford, but this is McDonald’s style whenever questioned about his shady past.

A cunning plot transpired to run a sting operation on a long-time adversary of the Australia First Party, who had done much to undermine it and it is even suggested played a role in suborning its first elected nominee, Maurice Girotto, who was voted as Penrith City Councillor in 2012, only to resign from the party under a puzzling cloud. Michael Allen was integral to this plan.

Crawford occasionally visited S88’s tumbledown Stanmore headquarters bearing gifts of pizza and beer. S88 HQ was in part owned by Jerry D, a member of the Party for Freedom, with whom Crawford was closely connected, and whose 2IC was a Jewish woman named Radka Smith. Nick Folkes, its leader, had previously taken part in a street activity in Sydney’s Newtown defending Jewish franchise Max Brenner Chocolates against pro-Palestinian protesters.

Moreover, Crawford is an out-and-out Zionist and fan of Israel. Make sense? For an avowed anti-Semite like Mark McDonald, it put him and S88 and in a queer position; and as recently as late last year McDonald was photographed at a tiny rally in Lakemba with Folkes, whom he had a longstanding involvement with. Yet, he likes to put about that S is a Jew. Why? Well, it’ll come to pass that McDonald will intersect with all those involved in the conspiracy.

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Nick Folkes with a megaphone outside Jewish chocolate chain Max Brenner Chocolates counter-protesting “lefties” supporting Palestine

All of this occurred around the time of the Penrith Mosque protests in Sydney during 2014, and Crawford was linked to councillor Marcus Cornish, spruiking for him and touting Cornish as a leader “more radical than AFP” although Cornish has never publicly acknowledged his association with Crawford.

Cornish was the founder and main organiser of the Protect Penrith Action Group and along with Robert Balzola, who became their lawyer, took money the group had raised from the citizens and lost the case against the developers. AFP opposed the court case and knew it would end in disaster. In the party’s thinking, the entire proceedings were a diversionary project, designed to distract from Chinese development beginning in North Penrith which Cornish supported. The mosques went ahead and so did the Chinese developments and the mugs who dipped into their pockets blew their dosh. Cornish also flirted with Pauline Hanson and became a civic patriot figure in his own right. Persons loyal to Crawford went on to campaign for him in 2016 at the federal electoral while Robert Balzola became involved in losing the mosques court case in Bendigo. When it comes to being defeated in cases against mosque developers, Robert Balzola has an incomparable genius.

Mark McDonald spent time as his protégé and was promised the position of “Western Sydney Fuhrer”. He scoffs at this association now and will try to brush off Crawford, but this McDonald’s style whenever questioned about his shady past.

Memory is hazy on how the cunning Crawford caper came into being but was probably V1’s idea. However, one thing led to another and the brainstorm was conjured to use ‘Mick’ to capture Howard on film candidly disclosing his dirty secrets.

V1 had purchased a surveillance wristwatch that intergrated a concealed camera and recorder and a scheme was hatched to convince Crawford that Allen, who was claiming to be a member of Socialist Alliance (and in hindsight could very well have been) had documents that were damaging to AFP President Jim Saleam. He wished Crawford to have them since he supposedly constituted a common enemy. Crawford leapt at the chance and a dinner meeting was arranged in Hawkesbury whereby Crawford paid for the meal and Michael Allen handed over the documents while ‘Allen’ questioned him about certain topics pre-discussed with the AFP president. Unfortunately for Crawford, the documents were worthless material already on public record that was supplied by Jim Saleam himself.

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Howard “the Chicken Whisperer” Crawford flapping his gums to a troll who went on to troll us and probably even trolls himself

In a near-miss prior to the meeting, V1, who parked nearby the pub almost crossed paths with Crawford walking on his way to meet Freshwater which would’ve given the whole game away; something which V1 called Jim Saleam to excitedly tell him.

But all went off more or less without a hitch. For once the AFP and the former Whitelaw Towers had Crawford on video. But the problem was that the sound quality of the videos was poor, and it became a tedious and time-consuming effort to transcribe the material the job of which was left up to S.

Editing both the video footage, that was released on AFP’s YouTube channel which was embedded on the Whitelaw Towers blog and writing separately about what the recordings contained became a project that generated as much amusement as it brought attention. The video series became known as Howard’s End – The Last Supper and consisted of five parts: 1, 2, 3,4&5 embedded here. Aside from the revelations straight out of the slippery and mendacious Crawford’s beak, S’s written work was notable for its scathing wit and inventiveness; the mainstream media even picking up on his naming Crawford “the chicken-whisperer”.

Mark McDonald spent time as his protégé and was promised the position of “Western Sydney Fuhrer”. He scoffs at this association now and will try to brush off Crawford, but this McDonald’s style whenever questioned about his shady past.

Much was made about the Crawford series. Freshwater himself frequently complimented S over it eagerly awaiting the next instalment. But then Freshwater was involved in debriefings so that he could correlate with much of the unintelligible recordings, which S had to subtitle in the videos. And with the release of each new written piece S would call Freshwater on one of his many mobiles (notice how dodgy people always own more than one mobile phone, like Mark McDonald) to clarify certain points or try to interpret what was being said in parts. The publication of each Crawford article became a highly anticipated event and many phone calls between different parties resulted in much hilarity and praise.

The exposure of Crawford caused a reaction all the way to the top of the Liberal Party offices. Those who had questioned Jim Saleam’s conspiracy theory about a link between the Liberals and the fire-ship civic-patriot operations was validated and even friends who were formerly sceptical now could see and hear the truth for themselves. On the other hand, the Left remained totally mute about the whole thing; barely referencing it at all.

During this period Freshwater turned up at the AFP headquarters with V1 in a social capacity and a worried S prophetically remarked to Jim Saleam, “This guy’s a troll, how come we’re letting him in and around the inner circle. He’ll only end up trolling us.”

Because of his relationship with V1, who at that time enjoyed good standing within the AFP, Freshwater was allowed to be taken for granted. In fact, S eventually came to trust he was truly invested in the ideas of Australia First Party although he never regarded him as a nationalist.

In a near-miss prior to the meeting, V1, who parked nearby the pub almost crossed paths with Crawford walking on his way to meet Freshwater which would’ve given the whole game away; something which V1 called Jim Saleam to excitedly tell him.

Something S did note, and which never added up to him, was the small “SS” symbol tattooed on one of Freshwater’s hands in a prison fashion. For a bloke who was supposedly coming out of the small ‘l’ liberal left, it seemed incongruous, especially when he had claimed to have been a member of One Nation at one time, which also sounded like a croc. V1 was never very helpful in shedding much light on his lifelong friend either, and at times was deliberately obfuscating; shrugging as he professed not to know this or that about him. In fact, V1 never revealed his surname, which eventually was left up to an AFP member using gumshoe methods to find out.

Regardless, during 2016, S and Freshwater were working together to produce the Howard Crawford revelations culminating in a post where Crawford even suggested a criminal plot to attack Jim Saleam’s home.

He also admitted to dipping into a slush-fund to help his mate Nick Folkes out of the financial hole created by his and Shermon Burgess’s attempt in 2015 to create a controversial event around the anniversary of the 2005 Cronulla Uprising. Although he also said Nick “gets drunk and says really stupid fucking things.”

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Howard Crawford: “The likes of Saleam and Cottrell, you can’t work with. They are just hate mongers and more damaging to the Conservatives than any of the Left.”

In a messenger exchange with ‘Michael Allen’ prior to their meeting, Crawford says something very interesting. He writes, “To significantly reduce the power of the Neo-Cons, we must work together. The likes of Saleam and Cottrell, you can’t work with. They are just hate-mongers and more damaging to the Conservatives than any on the Left.” Not long after that, Blair Cottrell would take the civic patriot route from which he’s never really looked back from; defused and deactivated as per the desires of the controllers.

Freshwater, who alleged an association with a member of the once popular Australian skeg band The Radiators, sought help from his producer friend to clear up the quality of the recordings which allowed S a much better opportunity to interpret what was being said in the noisy din of the Thai restaurant.

During this period Freshwater turned up at the AFP headquarters with V1 in a social capacity and a worried S prophetically remarked to Jim Saleam, “This guy’s a troll, how come we’re letting him in and around the inner circle. He’ll only end up trolling us.”

S was once involved with an avant-garde band that, while making no money, achieved positive reviews for its one album. Knowing Freshwater was into music, and owned a guitar, S shared some of his stuff, which ‘Mick’ praised him over even asking if he would be prepared to write lyrics for some mates of his who were likewise impressed.

Cutting to the present, he has linked to one of the two music videos made by the band during the 1990s to adolescently slander it. On his Ladsleaks 3 page, he calls the late drummer, Stephen Piper, a “dead junkie”. It doesn’t get much lower than that – the band were not political at all and Steve, much beloved by S, was entirely apolitical and undeserving of such a random smear.

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What do you get when you mix a middle-aged non-entity with ten kilos of skunk weed and the Internet? You get deranged and negative-attention-seeking behaviour and grammatical skills worthy of a six-year-old 

S was present during the last few hours of Steve’s life. Unlike Freshwater, Stephen did not touch drugs. He was diagnosed with cancer in 2010 and departed this world later that night of S’s visit in 2011; passing away in his mother’s arms. S described it as “the most harrowing thing I’ve ever witnessed”. But that wouldn’t matter to a sociopath like Freshwater. Over 400 people attended the Ukrainian Church in Lidcombe where Steve’s service was held. Freshwater would be lucky if two seagulls turned up at his. Such behaviour puts Freshwater in the same basket as those sickos who troll the accounts of murder and rape victims just to get their tiny rocks off.

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Reefer Madness was an early biopic of Freshwater’s life

But about drugs, Freshwater is one to talk. Michael Freshwater is a degenerate cannabis fiend. Not only does he cultivate marijuana plants which he refers to as his “girls” in the back shed of his Winston Hills home, but he sells the produce to whatever circle of washouts call him a friend.

Freshwater openly smoked joints and bongs when visited by AFP members and while on the phone to S was often heard choking back a “billy”. The stuff frequently caused him to become unhinged and in 2016 during the Meet the Candidates night at the Joan Sutherland Performing Arts Centre he was ejected after becoming argumentative with staff for no discernible reason. Jim Saleam later spoke with him outside and said of his behaviour, “He was entirely irrational”. This, S noted, was reefer madness. He’d witnessed it in others many times before. But it was also that classic Freshwater hubris; a man who is forever confusing his ego with his abilities.

But about drugs, Freshwater is one to talk. Michael Freshwater is a degenerate cannabis fiend. Not only does he cultivate marijuana plants which he refers to as his “girls” in the back shed of his Winston Hills home, but he sells the produce to whatever circle of washouts call him a friend.

Nevertheless, it isn’t the sale of homegrown Mary Jane alone that Freshwater lives off, but until it was outlawed, he was a midnight gambler: playing online poker into the wee hours of the morning. Freshwater considers his deceptive online capers as a game of Texas Hold’em and regards himself as a master player. As to how he sustains himself otherwise, he also claims to be part-owner in a pest control business. That and an inheritance from his estranged father keeps him in an otherwise indolent lifestyle, where, with too much time on his hands, he mutates into the cross-eyed troll that has caused so much damage. But more amazingly, and something we’ll get to in Part 3, is how this lunatic is now regarding himself as a ‘troll hunter’ in a way that a police informant might mistake themselves as an agent of the law.

WHO IS FRESHWATER?

Freshwater’s body is definitely built for comfort and not speed. In his 50s, with unfocused eyes and fair hair, an octangular head, in the proportions of a potato, sits atop a stumpy neck connected to an unwieldy, bulky frame. Complaining of an ongoing back complaint he moves with all the grace of a tranquilised gorilla. For a bloke with a quid to spend S puzzled over why he never bought new glasses but wore outdated rectangular specs that were practically taped together. It was, he came to learn, an indicator of his “carefulness” with money.

This was likewise apparent in his sartorial presentation: for a guy who claimed to have spent his life working in the “fashion” industry, he has a wholesale indifference to dressing; preferring faded jeans, T-shirt and sandals which accentuated his shuffling elephantine walk. He is also an irascible one that tends to talk over the top of others. S recalled a visit with V1 to Freshwater’s Winston Hills’ home in February 2017 prior to a dinner at the Hawkesbury pub in honour of the anniversary of the Howard Crawford sting. Freshwater did not attend, they believed because he was afraid of running into Crawford. But while over there he noticed whenever he tried to get a word in edgeways, Freshwater raised his voice and spoke right over the top of him; invalidating any input he might have had. S pointed this out to others who had noted his overbearing habit as well. He mentioned it to V1 in the car on the way to the Hawkesbury but V1 was typically in a vague mindset and simply grunted before breaking wind and forcing S to wind down the window.

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Freshwater’s frustrations stem from doing girls’ work most of his life

That evening at the pub’s eatery (the restaurant of the actual hotel where the sting occurred was closed) S noticed another odd practice, one that existed between V1 and Freshwater. Whenever certain AFP members were gathered, he would call ‘Mick’, or Mick would call, and he would place him on speaker phone. That night, it seemed reasonable enough, given he was integral to the whole operation, but this went on and on until it occurred to S that Freshwater may, in fact, be using the opportunities to record the conversations; a thought that only had real credence once Freshwater was exposed as an infiltrator. Also, it placed V1 in the position of a collaborator, which again took the AFP hierarchy a long time to come to terms with following an extensive period of investigation.

A chain smoker, Freshwater has a filthy habit of rolling his own cigarettes from pouch tobacco; and his fingers are stained yellow as a result. He never drank, and bragged of this, as if he was a health nut with the small exceptions of his smoking addictions. He boasted a healthy diet although his wobbly belly would testify otherwise.

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We thought we’d help Mick out here: if he wants to clean up his filthy nicotine-stained fingers, just follow this hack

Again, V1 never offered background information about his friend. What we learned came straight from Freshwater’s mouth. Attending Normanhurst Boys’ High with V1 as a classmate he came from a home where he was estranged from his parents. His father walked out on the family when he was a kid and Mick held a bitterness towards him ever since. He spent his productive life in the clothing industry, he says, “Working for Jews”. He was a ‘cutter’, which means, his job was to cut the fabric into the set patterns for whatever design was being manufactured. Freshwater is said to have a child, or children, who he never sees; an episode in his life kept strictly private.

A chain smoker, Freshwater has a filthy habit of rolling his own cigarettes from pouch tobacco; and his fingers are stained yellow as a result. He never drank, and bragged of this, as if he was a health nut with the small exceptions of his smoking addictions. He boasted a healthy diet although his wobbly belly would testify otherwise.

His working life ended when local clothing manufacturing disappeared offshore in favour of sweatshop duds made in Pakistan and the like. However, during those years, according to his account at least, he became a trusted employee more-or-less given certain control over his part of the factory floor.

At this time, he told S that he lived in and around Sydney’s inner-city, and liked to go and see bands at popular venues. He cultivated a semi-muso persona. Now and then he tried to act tough, telling S, “Sometimes I’d just smack someone out at night on the way home” at which he laughed. S thought him full of it.

One day he made a curious admission Jim Saleam and S were sharing a car ride with him and V1. He told a story in which he had acted as a police informant over an insurance rort, wearing a wire. We’re not sure whether the scam related to the garment industry but memories are strong of that admission and particularly in light of his sudden backstabbing of AFP and its members.

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A seasoned rat, Freshwater admitted to having worn a wire to aid police in an operation to nab an insurance scammer

On the strength of his role in the Howard Crawford operation, and his friendship with V1, Freshwater became a semi-regular but always marginal figure at certain AFP gatherings although the largest he attended was the October 2016 national conference. On at least two occasions he, V1, Jim Saleam and S dined together, once with V1’s invalid brother at a Newtown pub. It seemed as though ‘Mick’ really was becoming one of us and he finally joined the party although it turns out gave fake personal details.

Earlier in May 2016, Jim Perren decided that Whitelaw Towers had achieved its objectives and archived it, allowing S to continue their work against invasive civic patriots and other enemies of nationalism via the new United Nationalists blog. JP stayed on as an admin but contributed little except his own angst. Eventually, they parted ways over a post regarding Penny Louise, a former female member of the Party for Freedom who the now-defunct PfF itself went on to denounce.

A chain smoker, Freshwater has a filthy habit of rolling his own cigarettes from pouch tobacco; and his fingers are stained yellow as a result. He never drank, and bragged of this, as if he was a health nut with the small exceptions of his smoking addictions. He boasted a healthy diet although his wobbly belly would testify otherwise.

Once the last drop of juice had been rung out of the Howard Crawford caper, the final post of which appeared on UNA Premium, Mick kept on trolling about on various groups and remained in Private Message contact with S; providing bits and pieces of gossip. The focus had shifted to the Party for Freedom and Nick Folkes who was in a contest to steal political ground from the AFP.

Freshwater and V1 were instrumental in providing intelligence to UNA on the PfF’s activities. V1 remained on speaking terms with Nick Folkes and for reasons which remain unclear Folkes used V1 to unburden himself; confessing to certain indiscretions and admitting insecurities, which V1 would record on his mobile; sometimes playing them to audiences in the backyard of the AFP’s Tempe headquarters. These were always reported back, either to Jim Saleam, who passed them on to us or by V1 himself.

Infiltrating a PfF group their major achievement was befriending an elderly woman who had become highly critical of the PfF. Judith Macalpine shared a series of personal messages with Freshwater on Facebook, containing scandalous revelations about the inner-workings of PfF, but then met with both him and V1 at a club in Sydney’s southern suburbs where they recorded a revealing conversation in which she spilt all the dirt. UNA is in possession of those digital tapes which, once transcribed, enabled us to detail the internal problems of what was then an unregistered micro-party.

We believe that V1 always turned on the conference speaker when Mick ‘just happened’ to call during certain meetings between AFP members because Freshwater was recording conversations. They had colluded, for reasons unknown, to pursue espionage against their own comrades.

Once the last drop of juice had been rung out of the Howard Crawford caper, the final post of which appeared on UNA Premium, Mick kept on trolling about on various groups and remained in Private Message contact with S; providing bits and pieces of gossip. The focus had shifted to the Party for Freedom and Nick Folkes who was in a contest to steal political ground from the AFP.

V1 certainly has a penchant for recording others, making screengrabs of their posts, and photographing them. V1 got out and about and often turned up at conservative meetings that weren’t necessarily related to nationalism and he did so because he fancied playing the secret agent. S nearly quit AFP at one point when V1 acknowledged that, during S’s tenure administering the AFP’s open group on Facebook he had been compiling screenshots and a dossier on everything S did. S hit the roof and tore right into V1, calling up Jim Saleam to make a formal complaint. V1 then claimed to have deleted the file but beyond a mewling explanation, could not account for his actions.

S began to genuinely question Freshwater’s motives when in early 2017 Mick and V1 encouraged him to move out of the funky Enmore apartment where he was staying and into his Winston Hills property. Claiming to be involved in purchasing the big Winston Hills house in a deal with an Italian friend whose father is the owner living abroad, he offered to fast track him into accommodation. But S made it clear that he wasn’t used to living in the suburbs. S, a man of small eccentric habits, demanded privacy and refused to live with other people. He asked whether what was being offered was ‘self-contained’ and he was particular about this and made sure it was understood. Both Freshwater and V1 assured him that he would be moving into a “flatette” deal and that he would not be part of the main house.

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The closest Freshwater ever got to becoming a rock god

S had visited Freshwater’s house one time before on a freezing winter’s night with others following the July 2016 Lindsay by-election but had stayed at the back of the house, everybody sitting around the garden table under the night light. Freshwater’s room opened onto the garden via a sliding glass door. He had already admitted that he shared that half of the subdivided house with a Maori flatmate, who was often inferred he could turn to for security purposes if need be, however, this was most likely bravado.

Nonetheless, S agreed to inspect the property, as the terms being offered were quite favourable. Moving to the sticks would be a big change, but then S felt he had to get out of what was a fairly tiny apartment in a rundown block, where the only things going for it were its locality and the affordable rent.

But when he arrived at Freshwater’s to check out this ‘flatette’ he was being offered an open plan lounge room which was shared with the kitchen. Either that or he could have accepted a spare room upstairs. Freshwater went on with some nonsense about installing a ‘wall’ downstairs between him and the kitchen but it was unbelievable. There could be no privacy in such a place. It was a complete misrepresentation of what they had him expect. Furthermore, one of the two upstairs rooms were occupied by an Aussie race-mixer living with an Asian girlfriend. It was nothing like he was told. S said he’d think about it but rang Mick that night and explained that firstly, he was expecting a self-contained pad such as he was used to, and that, being a member of AFP, and one who wrote frequently for the party, it wouldn’t do to be sharing digs with a race-mixer and two non-Whites. Furthermore, in a polite way, he suggested that Freshwater wasn’t yet a nationalist.

Nonetheless, S agreed to inspect the property, as the terms being offered were quite favourable. Moving to the sticks would be a big change, but then S felt he had to get out of what was a fairly tiny apartment in a rundown block, where the only things going for it were its locality and the affordable rent.

Freshwater audibly faltered, then he said, “Oh… Oh no… no… I’m MORE of a nationalist than you’ll ever be.” He began ranting and S tried to placate him but he was off. Then he hung up. The two did not speak again for several weeks.

Yet, S couldn’t help mentioning to other AFP associates the anomaly of it all; promising a self-contained apartment and then offering him simply a couch or a room. He recounted the way Freshwater had gone mental and claimed to be “more” of a nationalist despite being a marijuana addict and living with non-Whites, and aside from the online career disseminating left-wing propaganda, which he’d done only months previously. S’s original instincts about Freshwater began to resurface.

It was as though Freshwater wanted him close so he could monitor him.

COMING UP IN THE FINAL PART: FRESHWATER TURNS RAT

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Freshwater’s back garden where the slugs are stoned and butterflies hopelessly collide