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Perpetrator: Anton Lundin Pettersson

Age at the time: 21 (June 22nd, 1994)

Status: Dead (Suicide by cop)

Location: Kronans grundskola,Trollhättan, Sweden.

Day of the Attack: October 22nd, 2015

Weapons: Cold Steel Viking sword and Tantō knife (unused)

Motive: Suicide, Dislike of immigration, desire to kill immigrants.

Killed: 3 excluding lundin pettersson

Injured: 2

Anton Niclas Lundin Pettersson was born on June 22nd, 1994 in Trollhättan, Sweden. He had a brother and 2 half brothers, but he didn't talk to them much. Anton had developmental delays including but not limited to: not making eye contact, walking abnormally, not speaking much. He had scoliosis and a chest deformity.

In school, Lundin Pettersson had a few friends, but it is also said that he was bullied. He made some friends later in his life who he hung out with outside of class and played video games with, although the friendships did not last after his school years were over. Lundin Pettersson did pretty well in school, getting good grades and high honors. He got the highest score in two of his classes, English and Aesthetics.

Although Lundin Pettersson had friends, he was frequently alone. He enjoyed playing video games like World of Warcraft. Anton also liked airsoft weapons, motorcycles/other fast vehicles, martial arts, and he used to hang out with his brother in the woods fairly often. He stopped going to the woods around 8.

Anton Lundin Pettersson blamed immigration for a lot of his problems. Anton applied to over 80 jobs and did not get a single interview, so he blamed the immigrants who came to Sweden seeking asylum. Anton also would make racist jokes pretty often. He was very obviously far right, shown in social media profiles.

At one point, Anton's mother noticed that Anton lied about his schedule so he could stay home. He would tell his friends he couldn't hang out, then he just played on his computer.

Anton's depression worsened in time. They found self harm scars on his body and he had taken a depression test online. He never had a relationship and was unsure of his sexual identity. He wasn't a huge drinker and didn't seem to take drugs. His mother would check on him some days after he began to live alone because he would stop responding.

He got most of his hair cut off at some point beforehand. He had normally kept it pretty long.

October 22nd, 2015

Anton sent several messages out before his attack. He painted his face with white paint and did eyeliner. He puts on his costume and grabs his sword and a dagger that would go unused. Lundin Pettersson was wearing a nazi helmet, a mask, a long coat, boots, a shirt, and pants. It was all black. One of the messages sent the day of the attack said:

“Hey man! I don’t have a lot of time so I’ll get right down to it. I’m going to be dead in the next hour or two, max. I remember all the fun we had playing SWTOR together and I want you to know that you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, you’re awesome. I’m going to miss you so much, even though I know I could have been more active, but you know me, fucking hate myself. If there’s an afterlife I hope to see you there! Those fucking cops better aim straight; I really don’t want to survive the rampage. Anyway, I love you.//Anton.”

Then, Lundin Pettersson drove to where his brother lived and put money and his phone on the table. He then drove to Kronans grundskola. He brought targets with him to attach to his chest, like Anders Breivik. He never used them though.

At 10:06, he entered the school. Lavin Eskandar sat with a student named David Issa. Lundin Pettersson approaches the two and kills Lavin, injuring his head, back, and piercing his lung. He had stabbed him twice in the back. He also tried to kill David, who was cut in the arm before running away. at 10:08 is when the first call came in. A teacher began to warn everyone of an attacker. Anton exited the cafeteria. It is clear that he isn't attacking everyone that he sees, he is only hurting people who are not white. He walks around the school. Most people assumed it was a Halloween costume, so he was allowed to walk around. The song “Dragula” by Rob Zombie was playing. It was a remixed version. People were alarmed and began to hide in classrooms. He then went upstairs. He finds Ahmed Hassan and stabs him in the abdomen. The wound was fatal. On the second floor, two people asked him if they could take a picture. He allows it, posing with them. After they leave, he stabs Nazir Amso who attempted to remove his mask. Amso collapsed outside the school, fatally wounded. He died 6 weeks later. He then stabs Wahed Kosa, who was a student. Kosa asked Anton who he was, which resulted in his stomach being stabbed. Kosa then shuts the door. His classmates think it's a joke and Kosa eventually leaves the room, collapsing in the teachers lounge. He would survive his wounds.

10:16, police arrive. They head up the stairs. Anton is found and they tell him to drop his sword. Anton charges at the police with his sword and is shot by police. Anton commited suicide by cop. He did not immediately die. He gives the officers his name and asks for help. He died in the hospital.

VICTIMS:

Lavin Eskandar [20]

Ahmed Hassan [15]

Nazir Amso [42]

The song looped in the attack:

Interview with Igor Wolf, who was kidnapped by Tim Kretschmer after he had killed 13 people at his school. Igor Wolf had planned to pick up his wife from the hospital and was waiting in his car at the parking place.

Mr Wolf, you were kidnapped by 17-year old Tim Kretschmer for 2 hours. How did that happen?

My wife and me had agreed in advance that she would come out somewhere between 09:30am and 10:00am. I arrived there shortly after 09:30am. Oksana wasn’t there yet, so I looked for a parking space. You didn’t have to work at this day?

I did, but not before 01:30pm. I had a late shift at TRW, where I am working as a forklift-driver. We wanted to eat with our daughter and I had planned to drive to work afterwards.

So you were looking for a parking space?

Yes, but there wasn’t a parking space in front of the hospital. So I parked between the street and the sidewalk, so I would neither interfere with cars nor pedestrians. I turned off the motot and called my wife to tell her where I am. She had hang up and just as I was putting the phone into my left jacket pocket, somebody did tear open the door. He jumped into the car with a gun in his hand.

You stayed at your seat?

Yes, I did look behind me and saw that he was pointing the gun directly at me. I asked him: “What do you want? What do you want from me? I don’t know you, who are you? What do you want?” He pointed the gun at me and I said “Are you nuts?” -“Start driving now!” At this moment I realized that he is serious and he will shoot. “What did you do?” -“Drive fast!” he said. “I have just killed 15 people at my old school and that wasn’t all!”

At this point he had killed 13 people, Mr. Wolf. Not 15. I didn’t know the numbers at that time, but he said 15, Im pretty sure of this.

So you started to drive?

Yes, very slowly. I asked him where to drive. -“Just drive! Forward, straight out of Winnenden, drive!”   There were a lot of police cars coming towards us, all with emergency lights and sirens. He said: “Goddamned, they are fast. Not even 5 minutes and they are already there. But I was fast, too!”

Didn’t you think it was a joke? No, I was at the military. I did see immediately that the gun was real. A giant thing. Later, I wanted to distract him and said: “That’s a nice thing you have there; it is a 9 mm?” “Yes” he said.

Did you notice anything from what had happened before?

No, not at all.

Did he keep his gun pointed at your head the whole time? No. He did point the gun at my side, behind the right shoulder. So, nobody outside could see it. That was all right with me. Because shortly afterwards we stopped at a traffic light. I didn’t want anyone to see it.

Why not?

Because it would have caused a reaction and he would have shot me. But still, when we first stopped at a traffic light, I thought for the first time: will you now jump out and run away? You did not have your seatbelt on? No, I didn’t. And he wasn’t either. During the last time, two of my friends died in car accidents and they all died. A third one survived- he was unbelted.

Why did you stay in the car?

I don’t know, everything was shit at that moment. I cant say exactly. Anyway, we proceeded to drive. We did drive through Waiblingen, Fellbach and Bad Canstatt; in the direction of Stuttgart. He said repedeatly: “Drive to the Autobahn!” Why did he take me, why me? I asked myself all the time. But I stopped thinking it, there was no point in thinking this. I then asked him: “Why you are doing such shit?” And he responded very loudly: “For fun, because its fun!” I then told him that I have to pick up my wife, that she is waiting in front if the hospital for me. “I have two children and now you want to kill me?” - “ No, not really. Not yet” “ Whats your point in killing me?” I asked him. - “Stay driving towards the Autobahn”

He said it so cold and calculated? Yes, that’s how he said it. And again: “Drive fast!” Did he have a direction? No, he was without a plan. He just wanted to flee. If his parents now say that he didn’t have psychological problems, I can only say: I experienced it completely differently. He was mad. And I was so stressed, that I cant exactly recall what route we took. Somewhere before Waiblingen, he demanded me: “Switch on the radio!” “No, the radio doesn’t work” I responded. There were police cars driving close by us, so he was distracted for a moment. Later, he again started talking about the radio: “But it looks very new and your car isn’t that old either.” “Its from a flea market, looks good but doesn’t work” I said.

Does your radio work? Yes. You lied to him consciously? Yes, I had sort of a feeling: If I turn on the radio and news about dead children are coming and stuff; maybe I would have gone mad myself and reacted aggressively. I don’t know, but I think I couldn’t have stand that. And I didn’t want him to get informations either. That would have probably pumped up him further.

At this time, you were aware that it was dead serious? Yes, I was aware and there were more and more police cars coming. Five, six. He was aggressive; he was in a sort of carefree mood. He had proven to himself that he was able to kill. We did drive through Fellbach then, towards Stuttgart. “Drive into Stuttgart and then to the Autobahn” he said. In Stuttgart, I thought again that I have to end this. I wanted to crash into something, to attract the police.

But again you didn’t do it? No, it was way too dangerous. I knew that he had killed people. And he would do it again. I knew this wasn’t a joke.

Didn’t he ask for your phone?

At first he didn’t, and I was glad that nobody called me. I didn’t know how he would react. Later then, he did ask for my phone. I don’t know, what he did with it. I was concentrated on driving.

Didn’t he ask for your name?

No, never and I didn’t want to know his name either. I only asked him: “Where are you from?`” “From Winnenden” - “And your father and mother, do you have parents?” „Yes, they are from Winnenden, too..“ he said. I didn’t ask any further. I didn’t know if he had problems with his parents, maybe he would have become even more aggressive. One time he asked me: “Where are you from?” “From Russia”, I said, because I didn’t think he knew Kazakhstan. “Yes, yes” he said. “Don’t tell me you hate foreigners” I said. “No” he replied, “That’s okay”.

Did you talk to each other all the time? No, there was silence too. For a while, he was busy filling the magazines with bullets. All the time, there were police cars with emergency light driving past us. This was making him nervous every time, so once I did put my hand on his thigh. But he immediately pushed it away. We came to Stuttgart and there was a lot of traffic. Between the driver- and the passenger seat, there was a net with clementines. “Oh, Clementines” he said, “I will take one”. He didn’t ask. “Yeah, take one” I said.

Weren’t you afraid of death?

No, strangely not. I only thought about how I can prevent him from killing more people. I don’t know if it was god who gave me power, but I wanted to calm him down.

Did he feel safe at this point? Yes, for the moment. And when we were leaving Stuttgart, there was a traffic congestion before Sindelfingen. And he became nervous: “Shit, shit, jam!” And I became nervous as well, because I didn’t know how he would react.

How did he react? When we stopped driving, he asked me: “Shall I get out, shoot a bit, have a bit of fun?” Then he wanted that I would stop at the next gas station: “Proceed driving on the A 81 and then stop at the next gas station!” - “What do we do then?” - “I will let you out” he said, “you will go to the toilet and stay there for 5 minutes. During that time, I will disappear and you can go home. But only if you promise me not to call the police!”  “I promise that, but do you promise to let me go?” I asked. - “Yes, I promise”.

So I took the exit ramp, but in front of the next gas station, there was a police car. I saw it and he saw it too: “Shit, get out of here!” he screamed, “Drive fast!” “No” I said, “I will drive slowly, otherwise they will notice something is wrong.”

Did you see what kind of clothing he did wear and where he had his ammunition?

No, I couldn’t see that. I was concentrating on driving and only saw his face in the rearview mirror. He had glasses and short dark hair, like in the photos of the newspapers. He apparently had very big jacket pockets where he had a lot of bullets. He played all the time with them; with his left hand. In his right hand, he had the gun. Somewhere during the driving, he did yell: “Shit, I have lost my knife; that was a damned good knife!” “What do you now need a knife for?” I asked. “Well, maybe to stab someone” he said.

And you thought he was capable of it.

 Sure. “Why do you want that?” I asked him, “why do you want to shoot more people, you have me now”

“Okay” he said, “yeah”. What happened then? Shortly afterwards, at the next exit ramp or the one after next, we drove to the federal highway. Then I told myself: “You have to do something, you have to do something soon.” Because I didn’t think that he would let me live. He was filling his magazines the whole time; I could see it in the mirror. He was preparing for the next shooting, I thought. Then he asked me: “Do you think we will find another school?” So you think, Tim Kretschmer wanted to continue killing?

Absolutely. I tried to distract him and asked: “Where do you want to go? Where shall I drive?” Your only chance to get out would have been at a traffic light or a similar situation.

Yes, in Tübingen; we were stopping at a traffic light. That’s when I thought to just open the door and run away. But there were a lot of people walking around, there was a woman with a buggy and other children. What do you think he would have done, if I had jumped out? He would have started shooting.

What else. He would have started immediately, indifferent towards children or elders. I knew this because he had prepared for that right from the start and he had announced it. I knew: the longer it takes, the more dangerous it gets; the more he is snapping. I told myself: “you have to so something, but not in a city.” I thought I would now look for a tree or a…

Embankment? Yes, something like this, or a big tree. I crash into it and then it would have been: me or him.

That’s how far you already were? Yes, but at the same time I wasn’t. It was my first thought and then my second was: you have two daughters, what will happen to them if something happens to you? I have to do something where nobody gets injured and I stay alive.

But where you were driving? Yes, that’s what I was asking him, too. We were at the federal highway 313. At the ramp A 8 in the direction of Stuttgart/Karlsruhe I asked him: “Do you have a direction?” - “Drive at the Autobahn and then towards Karlsruhe” And then I saw a police car next to a junction box or something like that. There were a lot of cars and a small knoll. I don’t know if it was luck or a sign of god. I saw the police car and concentrated at the long drawn out curve; and I drove slowly towards right. And then? I looked in the rearview mirror and then nothing mattered: I jerked the wheel to the right, pressed the accelerator, opened the door and jumped out. All in one moment. The car rolled a bit backwards into the mire, I don’t know. I ran away in a jab jab, so it was harder for him to hit me. I knew that he was a good marksman, I could see that by the way he hold his gun. I felt, got up again and ran to the police car. I had to get to the police, I had to get in safety and tell them what happened.

In this archive you’ll find:

1 - Chat of Vlad Roslyakov's class (09:51)

2 - A documentary (37:15)

3 - Extended Kerch shooting CCTV footage (12:08)

4 - Eyewitnesses of Kerch shooting (11:27)

5 - Father of Vladislav interviewed (01:20)

6 - Grandmother of Vladislav interviewed (09:37)

7 - Gun and Ammo (05:23)

8 - Mother of Vladislav interviewed (01:05:22)

9 - Kerch survivor interviewed (01:51)

10 - Kerch victims (15:33)

11 - New Kerch Shooting CCTV (02:18)

12 - Parents of Kerch shooting (04:14)

13 -Vlad Roslyakov - Warning signs (05:37)

14 - Vladislav - CCTV footage (15:06)

15 - Vladislav’s Roslyakov's phone records (02:17)

16 - Vladislav's burned things (03:31)

Vladislav Roslyakov, the student who attacked the Kerch Polytechnic College, had been popular with girls but avoided being around them, his former classmate and best friend who chose to remain anonymous told the Moskovsky Komsomolets newspaper. Roslyakov must have had some insecurities, the kid said.

“For some reason, Vlad didn’t want to talk to girls at all, he even avoided them. I remember one night he and I went to the beach to have a swim. Three girls invited us for a walk later. I said yes. Vlad’s reaction surprised me, he said no way he would go with the girls. So we said no. It happened a lot with Vlad,” said the shooter’s classmate.

Roslyakov’s friend added that he was “sport-obsessed”. He made friends with athletes who were much older than him, about 20 or 22 years old at that time; they practiced together. Eventually, Roslyakov had to quit sports over health issues.

According to Roslyakov’s friend, the kid had spent a lot of time with his mother.

Her son was practically the only person she talked to. “She didn’t have any friends; no relatives either. She was divorced, so she had nobody to talk to except her son. Vlad understood that and tried to spend more time with his mother,” the kid said. Roslyakov and his mother went to Jehovah’s Witnesses conventions, although his friend assured there was no way the organization could have shaped his outlook. “Vlad and I were making fun of them, he made a lot of jokes about the ‘witnesses’,” he told MK.

The young man also noted that there was nothing suspicious about Roslyakov’s behavior at school. A year ago, the kid saw that his former classmate had been posting swastikas and weapons on social media, as well as some “strange quotes”. He stopped visiting Roslyakov’s profile after that.

Roslyakov kept a low profile in the past two years. “He did not go to cafes, was not seen at the movies either. No one saw him. Last year, our mutual friend ran into him at a bus stop. He was going to approach him, but Roslyakov pretended he didn’t know the guy. He just turned away. He was in his head and clearly did not want to talk to him,” the friend said. According to the kid, it was then that Roslyakov became interested in the Columbine Shooting. He would not stop talking about it, which drove his friends away eventually.