September 22, 2011
I arrived in Sweden on the 11 August last year. Just at the point of arrival, I received some news from one of our contacts in a Western intelligence agency, confirming what had already been hinted at by the Pentagon press office.
The word was that the US government acknowledged privately that I would be difficult to prosecute but were already talking about “dealing with you illegally”, as my source put it. The source specified what that would mean: gaining evidence about what we had in the way of information; unearthing, by whatever means, some sort of link between Private Manning and WikiLeaks; and, if all else failed, deploying other illegal means, such as planting drugs on me, “finding” child pornography on my hardware, or seeking to embroil me in allegations of immoral conduct.
One evening soon after, I went to dinner with a few friends and their associates. The Swedish journalist Donald BĂ¶strom, a friend and very experienced news man of about 50 was there, along with another Swedish journalist and an American investigative journalist and his girlfriend. The American had possibly murky connections, but the girl was nice, and I was chatting her up with Donald frowning across from me. Donald later said I should watch what I was doing: he said the threat of a “honeytrap” was high at that moment, and I remember he went into detail about how Mossad had captured Vanunu. I guess I must have been up for affection, to put it coyly, because I didn’t think very seriously about what Donald was saying.