I denne sterke talen fra REMIG 2025 gir Rebecca Mistereggen et personlig og kritisk blikk på Norges utvikling, med fokus på utfordringer knyttet til innvandring og dens påståtte konsekvenser for samfunnssikkerhet og kultur. Gjennom egne erfaringer og statistikk reiser talen spørsmål om politiske prioriteringer og oppfordrer til en nasjonal endring.
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REMIG 2025 Speech
Ladies and gentlemen,
I am deeply grateful – and honoured – to stand before you today, entrusted with the task of telling you how things truly stand in Norway.
I speak to you not only as a journalist, with a front-row seat to the realities of our so-called “multicultural” society – a model forced upon Norwegians without their consent – but as someone who has lived it from the inside, since childhood.
I grew up in one of the very first multicultural housing projects in Norway, east of Oslo, in the early 1990s. Even then, our small community faced serious problems tied to migration – problems that were ignored, downplayed, or outright denied by those in power.
I remember one family in particular. This neighbourhood was home to people from Morocco, Albania, South America – really, from all over the world. But there was also one very large Muslim family. On local tongue nicknamed the “Babushka family” – after the Russian nesting dolls – because there seemed to be an endless row of children, all looking alike in different sizes, with a chronically pregnant mother.
The problem wasn’t how they looked, or the nickname for that matter. The problem was the behaviour of the boys in that family. They would throw rocks at us, hit us, and stir up trouble wherever they went. This family created problems wherever they went.
Back then, we fought back. If they threw rocks, we threw them right back. Often, it ended with a group of adults pouring out to “teach us a lesson”, an endless stream of adult cousins showing up, or the mother with a pan, ready to beat some revenge into the kids who wasn’t accepting her son’s violent behaviour. But nothing serious ever came of it – at least not to my knowledge.
What did grow, however, was the protection of families who caused trouble. It became an unspoken rule: they were to be shielded from consequences, no matter what they did.
By the time I reached secondary school, this culture of protection had become institutionalised. Right next to my school, a new facility opened – a Norwegian language programme for adult newcomers from Afghanistan. I was 14 or 15 years old at the time, living what I thought was a normal Norwegian teenage life.
But these men did not behave like classmates, nor normal men for that matter. They would follow girls into the toilets, grope our breasts, and act in ways that were openly sexually harassment – completely unacceptable towards 14- and 15-year-old girls. Or any woman for that matter.
And when we reported it? We were told we simply had to “understand” that they came from a different culture. That was it.
No protection for us – only for them.
And it hasn’t improved with time. The state continues down the exact same path as those teachers once did – excusing, protecting, and concealing.
In 2009, Hanne Kristin Rohde – then head of the Oslo Police Department’s Violent and Sexual Crimes Unit – told NRK something that should have shocked the entire nation: in the past three years, 2007-2009, every single reported stranger rape in Oslo had been committed by immigrants with a non-Western background.
All of them.
“The perpetrators are relatively young men who come from other countries. They are often asylum seekers and often come from traumatised countries or from countries with a completely different view of women than we have in Norway.”— Hanne Kristin Rohde, to NRK (2009) And this was not an isolated statistic. The Oslo Police’s rape report from 2007 found that 72.8 percent of all rape suspects that year had a background from outside Norway. In 2004, the figure was 63.2 percent. These numbers covered all rapes– and for stranger rapes, the share of foreign-background offenders was consistently even higher.
Statistics from earlier years also showed a clear trend: persons with a foreign background were increasingly overrepresented among rape suspects, far beyond their share of Oslo’s population.
And it’s not just sexual crimes. When the Progressive Party (FRP) requested data on youth crime in Oslo, the numbers revealed that children of immigrants were significantly overrepresented in the city’s crime statistics. This pattern, visible decades ago, has only grown sharper with time.
According to the report from December 2024, the overrepresentation of immigrants in violent crime remains staggering. In Oslo, among men aged 15–24, ethnic Norwegians face 32 charges per 1,000 for violence and maltreatment. For Somali men in the same age group, the figure is 483 per 1,000 – 15 times higher. That means that, statistically, young Somali men
in Oslo are charged with violent offences more than twice per person on average.’
This is not “diversity” – this is the dismantling of public safety. And it is a direct result of political decisions. And sometimes, those decisions cost lives in the most brutal way imaginable.
Håvard Pedersen was just 18 years old. A student with his whole life ahead of him. He went to work that day in July 2018 – a perfectly ordinary thing for him to do – stocking shelves and helping customers at the local Coop store in Vadsø. But he never came home.
Without warning, a 17-year-old asylum seeker from Afghanistan attacked him and slit his throat. There was no known connection between them, no conflict, no provocation. Just a young man of 18 working toward his future, murdered in cold blood by someone who should never have been in Norway in the first place.
Marianne Haugen was 54 years old – a devoted mother and a respected healthcare worker. On the evening of July 14, 2020, she drove to Sarpsborg bus terminal to pick up her daughter. She was sitting in her car, waiting, when she was brutally stabbed by a man with a migrant background.
Her daughter arrived moments later, only to find her mother bleeding to death in the front seat. The same man went on to stab two more women within minutes – one critically injured, the other sustaining lighter wounds.
On a cold January night in 2024, at a high school graduation party in Nordfjord, a horrific incident took place. Three men lured a 17-year-old Norwegian girl, heavily intoxicated, into their car. They drove her to a nearby field, where the three of them sexually assaulted and humiliated
her. They held her head down and demanded she call them «daddy», they raped her, videoed her and then left her on the wet ice to fend for herself.
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The three men were, by the media, classified as Nordfjordinger, meaning a ethic Norwegian local, like the Welsh boy from Rwanda. Like the Southport childslaughterer, these rapists were not local at all, neither were the four men that were called northerners after raping a mom at bus stop in the northern part of Norway, they were all immigrants from far away lands. The latter Afghanistan, the three Nordfjordings, Somalia and an Arab.
Despite ruining this 17 year old girls life, while fist bumping and laughing at her in court, they’re only concern was their football careers after the media named them and showed their identity for the world to see. No remorse, no empathy.
These are just two cases of many.
This is not merely statistics. These are people. Håvard and Marianne were living their lives, harming no one, when they were killed by individuals who were in Norway only because our politicians allowed them to be here. And for what? What possible justification is there for sacrificing the safety of ordinary Norwegians on the altar of a failed multicultural experiment?
There is an echoing question of memory—of whose names we are
allowed to remember.
Every year, Norway honours Benjamin Hermansen. He was a young boy, of mixed Norwegian and African heritage, murdered in 2001 by neo-Nazis. He has a statue. His name is etched into our national consciousness. Schoolchildren learn his story, and he is remembered as a symbol.
But where are the statues for Håvard Pedersen? For Marianne Haugen? For the dozens of other Norwegians murdered by migrants in the last three decades? Where are the national days of remembrance for them? They exist only as entries in crime statistics—forgotten by the media, ignored by politicians, and erased from the public conversation.
The message is clear: some lives are remembered, mourned, and used as moral lessons—while others are discarded as inconvenient truths.
Immigrants are heavily overrepresented among murderers. Thirty-seven percent of all murders between 2011 and 2021 were committed by foreigners. The list of Norwegians who have lost their lives at the hands of immigrants is long, a list of about a 100 Norwegians has been murdered at the hands of immigrants since the 80s, but it is just as heavily ignored.
But it’s not only about the lives already lost—whether it’s Håvard, Marianne, or the many others whose names should be spoken. It’s also about the lives currently hanging in the balance.
Norway today has 1,200 active gang criminals. Over 70 criminal networks have been identified nationwide. In the past year alone, Norwegian police have prevented ten contract killings.
Ten planned executions—stopped just in time.
At Arendalsuka, police chiefs from both Norway and Sweden described the same picture: gang leaders operating from abroad — in Turkey, Morocco, and Pakistan—pulling the strings while our streets bear the consequences.
They admitted what politicians have refused to say out loud: this is the result of a deliberate harmful immigration policy. And unless drastic measures are taken now, this problem will destroy our society from within.
While all of this unfolds, something else is slipping away. Not just safety. Not just lives. But the culture, the freedom, the sense of home that once defined Norway.
I can walk the streets of Oslo—the capital of my own country — and not recognize myself in the faces that fill the sidewalks. Yet every day, I’m told: “Everyone must see themselves in our ads, our films, our billboards—regardless of skin color.” But I don’t see me. I don’t feel seen in my own city.
This isn’t just about policies gone wrong. It’s about a fundamental fracture in what it means to be Norwegian—not just as individuals, but culturally. The Norway that welcomed us, that shaped us, that we recognized… is slipping away. And no amount of forced inclusivity in commercials can fill that void.
I don’t feel represented by our politicians, nor do I feel valued in my own country. I don’t feel at home.
I guess that makes me a racist according to today’s European standard, despite proof that the institutions discriminate against people like me.
The double standard that defines our nation today. Runar Magnussen was violently attacked outside a shop in Vikersund. At first, police showed no interest in investigating — until media pressure forced their hand. When locals tried to organise a peaceful march against violence, committed by
immigrants, they were branded as racists and threatened into cancelling it.
That same night, the local church was defaced with graffiti reading “Kill Whites” and “KKK.” The police classified it as simple vandalism. No one was arrested. No political speeches. No media outrage.
Now contrast that with Hamse Ali, a 25-year-old man in Bergen who claimed he’d been ambushed by neo-Nazis lying in wait all night in a park. His story set off a wave of public sympathy: tens of thousands of kroner in donations, a parade through the city, and municipal politicians pledging to “combat racism.”
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But it was a lie. He was later charged with making a false statement. And when the truth emerged, the outrage evaporated. The same media that had splashed his name across headlines quietly replaced it with “a man (age 25).” His donations stayed in his account. His political allies said nothing.
The message is unmistakable: if you are Norwegian and attacked, your pain is downplayed, your attackers excused, and your community silenced. But if you fit the approved narrative, you are rewarded—even if the entire story is fiction.
Fiction is the excuses we are delivered on a regular basis, too: that be Socio-economic hardship, overcrowded housing, or “child poverty” rhetoric—as an argument for crime and immigration problems. The real problem is politicians who open the door to the Third World at our expense while discriminating against us and spoon-feeding unlimited resources to migrants.
Meanwhile, our own people wait the queues to the poor house and in pain to get help in the healthcare system, while political leaders prioritise the world’s causes. As of August 2025, Norway has brought in 28 patients and 72 companions from Gaza for treatment—while Norwegian taxpayers wait months, even years, for operations.
Despite what our politicians repeat endlessly, these are the same excuses that turned Sweden into Europe’s rape capital, with cities where more than half the population are migrants.
Norway is one of the richest and most generous countries in the world. Yet while our own people suffer—under the current Labour government and the previous governments that obediently implemented EU directives that eroded the proud social democratic nation Norway once was—we spend billions of kroner lifting migrants from MENA countries, even as some of them threaten, assault, and terrorise us. If we object, we are branded “far-right” or “racist.”
In 2024 alone, NOK 2.8 billion was sent abroad from Norway by private individuals. Somalis sent NOK 362 million—about NOK 8,300 per person. Afghans sent NOK 353 million, averaging NOK 14,000 per person, more than any other group. Large sums also went to Eritrea (NOK 178 million), Pakistan (NOK 160 million), and Iraq (NOK 142 million). And still, we are told there is “child poverty” in migrant communities.
Socio-economic hardship is not the problem. Overcrowding is not the problem. “Child poverty” is not the problem. The problem is hybris, a global welfarestate in which only Norwegian taxpayers pay for with our hard earned tax money, mixed with a culture of takers and the political class’s willingness to impose it on us without our consent. The worst of it all is their audacity to tell us we are wicked extremists when we say “enough.”
The political left excels at weaponising Norway’s greatest trauma for political gain: criticise jihadists, migrants, or the everyday terror they bring, and they will invoke Anders Behring Breivik to silence you. A deranged man who himself drew inspiration from jihadists, plagiarised other people’s critiques of Islam, fuelled himself on liquorice candy for “combat morale”— and advised others to do the same, and even mused about becoming “King of Norway” if he castrated himself. As if his madness justifies further violence against our own people.
And here’s the fact they never mention: the number of Norwegians murdered by migrants now exceeds the death toll of Breivik’s massacre—which claimed both Norwegian and immigrant youth at a summer camp in 2011.
As a journalist who has witnessed Breivik in a court of law with my own eyes, I can assure you that whatever motive they use to silence opposition is invalid. He is raving crazy, and still after 14 years of isolation he still thinks he has a direct line to Iran and China, whilst trying to negotiate with the courts about his future political career.
I know that Norwegians are not alone in living through the nightmare I have laid out for you today. I know it is the reality in most Western countries.
I also know that more and more people are waking up to this nightmare. You can see it in the polls across Europe—whether it’s AfD leading in Germany, Marine Le Pen ahead in France, or Giorgia Meloni elected in Italy. Even Sweden, who Norway is constantly competing with for the title of humanitarian superpower, now has an immigration-critical government and has begun sending migrants back.
The tides have turned. And that is exactly why the political class is clawing for control—pushing through censorship laws like the Digital Services Act or the Public Safety Initiative—an insult to every grown man or woman whose children have been raped or murdered by migrants in their own countries.
An insult to every person who is awake—not woke—this is the time to stand firm. To speak the truth they fear most. And to never again allow ourselves to be silenced into watching our nations die quietly.
It’s time for a political change. It’s time for remigration.
