Kruel Koncentration Karnival

What’s it going to take? How many more of us must die before someone steps in and stops this control units maws from destroying your brothers, sons and fathers? Is there a lack of belief on everybody’s part because I come across as unstable and untrustworthy? Maybe I am nuts, maybe I’m insane, I’ll grant everybody that. But maybe that’s a prerequisite for servicing this….this place. These walls. These words:

“So that I don’t have to drag myself to the door, I stay in front of it. All that I have sits in this hollow with me. I prop my mattress up against the door for a backrest. These officers (Peterson, Randall, Stephens, Sgt. Lund) delight to kick the door, especially so when they know I’m either asleep or writing.

“I’m forced by these officers to be stark naked for more than five years; enduring a triple gum abscess, broken teeth, lost filing for over eleven years, being repeatedly starved and dehydrated, have all of my possessions stole repeatedly.”

Damn huh! Those WWII holocaust victims had it bad, right? Of course they did. But would you believe me if I said these words were written only three days ago by a fifty-three year old man in Utah’s UINTA One control unit? Only three cells away from myself I’ve sat in witness to this man’s torture and starvation and sleep deprivation and sexual harassments and even religious taunts and oppressions. These words you just read are dated August 9th 2010. These words are why the UT DOC won’t allow any of us media interviews. These words are why this man doesn’t receive PWCC’s letters mailed to him repeatedly. And why letters he mails out do not make their destinations. These words:

“Officers steal it [food] more frequently than I am given it. Dr. Tubbs came around and stated: we don’t care and we don’t have to, I’m glad I’m not in your body.’ Nearly a year passed in very great discomfort and I’m stricken with scurvy. I asked for help again. The doctor looked at me and asked if my bones always stuck out like they do. I confirmed so. I was given a breakfast drink. I can’t count the number of times I’ve eaten it dry. [They turned off his water].”

I don’t hear anyone laughing out there. You guys don’t find this at all funny? That’s fucking strange because these “corrections officers” find this man’s condition and treatment hilarious. Even some of my fellow captives care and prance around for the benefit and show of these officers. It gets to be so slap-ass happy. Everyone seems to forget a crippled man is lying huddled against his cell door. Unshaven and hair uncut for almost fifteen years. Un-showered for easily five years. Unaware that maybe any day another body bag will be popped out and unfurled and untied. Then re-zipped….

Then I suppose it’s only fair and just that we forget all about Sgt Fairbank’s threats to my fellow prisoner. Don’t want to get any of the upstanding CO good guy mormons in hot water do we? (If you notice traces of anger you’re dead correct).

One month shy of today and still nothing has been done to correct these abuses and tortures and inhumanities. On the above day, my fellow prisoner told me that in the past Sgt Lund, Feikert, Fairbanks, Scott, and officers told him that “we’re going to kill you just real slowly so no one gets in trouble.” He came to prison 190 pounds and now is below 100 pounds. He states he only gets one or two meals a week. If that. His exact words: “I’m going to go pray, I will ask god, my heart palpitates and I become dizzy because I’m weak. I black out and I’m unable to stand. These guards will not provide me anything to stand up with. My body and legs hurt. I’ve written many organizations, etc. No response. I don’t believe my mail’s delivered.”

This building houses 97 prisoners each and every one of these captives knows about Mr Chaney’s dire straights. Hundreds of men have come and left over the years; thousands of men know what the UTDOC has buried in its closet. All the guards know about this man’s condition, along with medical staff and administration.

It’s time for the world to see and pass judgment on what’s occurring here in this building. You see, we Utahns are the only Amerikkkans to use the firing squad. We Utahns, and mormons, believe in blood debts where the spilling of guilty’s blood is the only way to pay for your sins. We Utahns have district attorneys who brag about signing death warrants on twitter. And a board of pardons and parole who hands out three more years for obtaining diplomas and completing substance abuse therapy.

We Utahns support the prison policy of placing the ill and legally mentally retarded in the hole for years on end. Decades on end. We Utahns have the upstanding executive directors Gary Deland and Lane McCotter who started and ran, after stepping down in Utah amid scandal, Iraq’s infamous Abu Ghraib.

I quote Mr. Deland in an April 23, 2010 Desert News article concerning our firing squad executions which the man boasts of writing the book on: “I go down about 30 minutes or so before the execution. I just feel if you claim to believe in capital punishment, and you’re not pulling the trigger(s), you need to be able to look the guy in the eye that’s going down and spend some time talking with him.”

Now this is a call to uphold magnanimous behavior on the part of the Utah Department of Corrections. I ask the modern day directors: Thomas E. Patterson, Robyn Williams, Mike Hadden, Lowell Clark and Mr. Steven Turley to follow in Mr. Deland’s footsteps.

If these men believe in starvation, torture, religious persecution, sleep deprivation, cruelty, sexual harassments, retaliation, intimidation, prejudice for filing grievances, etc., and the keeping of a man, a fifty-three year old man, with scurvy and broken teeth with abscesses, so emotionally scarred and bruised, he’s afraid to even ask for dental screenings or visits, after fifteen years at the hands of cowardly public servants like Sgt’s Feikert, Scott, Lund and Officers Ritter, Faurot, Bartolotti, Randall, Peterson, Nelson and Stephens; and you’re not the ones kicking his door all night as he sleeps, or refusing him water out of his sink, food or even access to a bible, if you’re not these men “killing [him] just slowly so no one gets in trouble,” You need to look the guy in the eye that’s going down and spend some time talking with ‘Him’!!!

I mean, that is, if you believe in that sort of stuff, and allow it year after year, you kind of owe it to the man to attempt to look him in the eye as he looks up from the ground at you. Quivering and smelling of rot, eye twitching, with swollen jaws and cheeks and “bones sticking out.”

Because this man is right here. Today I requested of him to sing ‘yesterday’ by The Beatles. He barely could! Today I witnessed him not get fed and I heard him being taunted that he doesn’t know the true God and plus he’s a dirty liar. I listened as officers Stephens and Peterson and Randall degraded him in the most disgusting fashion. Again. For the hundreth-thousandth time. They laughed at him as he attempted to defend himself sitting in his hollow, back against the door that they kick and slam the cuffport on.

I’ve got a neighbor with an IQ of 60 who isn’t allowed to move from the hole because he keeps attempting to obtain reading material under his door from his friends.

We’ve got the deaf kept without hearing aids and the crippled without wheelchairs!

We’ve got 75 years old fed bologna for over nine years, constantly guarding his dentures and reading glasses from retaliations.

We’ve got 19 years olds in prison for petty burglary and catching two 1-15 year sentences and 2012 rehearings for defending themselves from constant harassment and abuse.

We’ve got 18 year olds with ADHD, clubfeet, deformed hands, learning disabilities (and again mental retardation) being pepper sprayed and beat then left to freeze on strip cell with officer Peterson opening outside recreation doors in December.

We’ve got Iraqi refugees whose death(s), so the officers say, will be a cause for celebration. Still!

Come one. Come all. We’ve got it all.

I’m just sick of fucking seeing it and documenting it and being called a liar. Even though it’s all on camera and administration has to keep back peddling to avoid admitting it. Administration has to keep moving new guards and Sgts and captains here and there, yet they leave the most sadistic rookies like stains in their coffee mugs. Lingering.

So this is just a call to anyone who may consider themselves a progressive or compassionate soul. I challenge anyone, any organization, to a little one on one face to face with Mr. John Chaney. Let’s see you weigh him and look into his yellow bloodshot eyes. Lets see UTDOC hide this man’s bones sticking out and crumbling abscessed teeth.

I welcome everyone again to Utah’s corrupt (modern day concentration kamp) control unit carnival.