On June 13, 1994 I was sentenced to 40 months in prison and ordered to pay a Special Assessment of $300.00. There seemed to be less media interest in my case with each court appearance. On the evening of the 13th the O.J. Simpson murders were barely a day old and only now beginning to consume stories of lesser interest. If Id have been sentenced a day or two later I may not have even made the news at all.
On June 20th I was put in protective custody in administrative detention (the hole) by the Special Investigative Agent (SIA), Lieutenant Parr, who learned of a threat on my life. When he interviewed me he asked if I was aware of any threats. I told him I heard a rumor about an inmate in another housing unit who wanted to kill me but that I wasnt concerned because our two units do not intermix. Lt. Parr told me the inmate out to get me had the last name of Beverly. He wondered if I knew anything about him. I didnt. I was let out of the hole three days later because Beverly was already transferred from MDC-LA and I was put back in my same housing unit on the Annex.
A day or so later fellow inmate Doug Hoskinson (spelling unsure) called me aside to talk to me. He was a friend of Beverlys and used to talk to him through a locked door adjoining our two housing units. (The two lived on the same unit until Doug moved over to our side.) Doug apparently went to staff about my potential safety and thats why I was put in the hole. Doug was sorry that had to happen and felt he owed it to me to fill me in. He told me details of my involvement with 16-year-old Michael Reeves back in 1984 and his mother, Margaret, that only me and someone in the family or close to the family would know so I know it is true. Apparently Beverly is a friend or family member of Michael and/or Margaret and because of that, he wanted to kill me for what I asked Michael to do. The thing is, he never knew me at the time and he wouldnt have known me now if I wasnt a news item as I shouldnt have been. In any event, Im glad Doug filled me in. Now I know for sure that it was a real threat against me and not just some unknown person making an idle threat to a widely-known person as sometimes happens.
I already covered how a combination of errors got me sent to USP Lompoc. Here I was, a widely known ex-sex offender, the worst looked down upon crime among prison inmates, being sent to one of the most violent prisons in the United States, where stabbings happen with considerable regularity and where a good number of the inmates will not see the streets for a long long time, if ever.
Now as it turns out, they kept me in the dark about my designation until moments before I was loaded onto the van to leave MDC-LA. I could not believe they were sending me to USP Lompoc. First of all, because I dont need that high of a custody level, and second, because thats where Beverly is at. (Its from Doug I found out thats where he went.) Of all this time of keeping me safe from potentially harmful inmates, now they are sending me right where a known enemy is and to one of the most violent places where something is more likely to happen. Was this true? Could it be true? It was.
As soon as I got to Lompoc I brought my concerns about Beverly forward to a Correctional Officer in Receiving & Discharge. He checked the computer and found that Beverly lives in J-Unit, which is all the way at the end of a long corridor from where I will be living in C-Unit. He did give me the option of checking myself into the hole for protection on my own, but told me that this institution has a policy of making self check-ins wait a year before they can get transferred somewhere else. Apparently, so many inmates are wanting to get out of this particular institution that they make up stories that they have an enemy out on the yard and then check themselves into the hole in order to get transferred elsewhere. When staff finally caught onto this shenanigan they made it a policy that the self check-ins will have to wait for a year before the transfer will be processed. They couldnt force the inmate back into the general population because then they would be liable if the guy really did get attacked from an enemy, but they also wanted to dissuade the inmates from manipulating a transfer from staff. This was their way; let the guy sit it out a year in the absolute safety of the hole 24 hours a day locked in a tiny (with emphasis on tiny) 2-man cell other than 5 hours a week in a small exercise cage and showers 3 times a week. The officer suggested I stay in the general population and work on a transfer with my Unit Team, the staff members in charge of the housing unit Ill be living on. By not leaving the housing unit other than for chow there was no chance of running into Beverly. Because C- and J-Units are widely separated, I didnt figure Id run into him even in the dining room. Unfortunately I figured wrong. Even though his unit was long done eating, he apparently lingered to visit with friends as is often done.
Him seeing me in the dining room that night was all it took. He got word to some of his road dogs, friends in more normal speaking terms, and I was viciously attacked on July 2, 1994 (my second day there) by three inmates from C-Unit who made it clear what their reason was. Although they never mentioned Beverly by name, one of the them mentioned that they heard from someone in the dining room that I was a child molester and they wouldnt stand for that. I received a small scar on my forehead (not quite as visible as the one I got back in 1974 from an attack by inmates aware of my sex offense then), a very sore jaw for several weeks, a bite that is different than before the attack, a cracked tooth which required a crown to fix, a black eye, and various other facial cuts. Then I instead of Beverly and the 3 attackers was put in the hole for 61/2 weeks until I got transferred to the Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) at Phoenix, Arizona and ended up having to wait twice for my property and money to be sent to me. I told them right from the start that I could identify two of my three attackers. All I needed was to see a photospread of white tattooed doper kinds of inmates that lived in C-Unit. To this day I cannot get them to get that photospread to me. I have written letters all the way from local prison staff on up to the Western Regional Director making it clear I dont intend to drop this issue.
I do not hide the fact that I hold staff members at MDC-LA totally responsible. The anger provoking thing and the blameworthy thing on their part is that if I was in such a danger to be placed in protective custody at MDC-LA when we didnt even have physical contact with inmates in the housing unit Beverly was on (except for shared law library and chapel times) then surely I shouldnt have been sent to a prison one of the most violent ones at that where we do have physical contact with inmates in all the different housing units. And the FBI and ATF should also share some of the responsibility for the attack. If they would have reported that I was merely a threatening letter sender and not an arsonist I wouldnt have been a newsworthy person and wouldnt have been known by all the inmates. Beverly wouldnt have even known me by sight I would have just been another unknown criminal/inmate in the crowd.
I did an extra 4 months in prison back in 89 for merely threatening to publicly expose Mrs. Reeves wrong behavior and am doing 6 extra months on this sentence due to an enhancement I got on it because of that prior conviction. Thats 10 months for making just a threat that involved no physical injury at all. And on top of that, this sentence was enhanced for the assault with caustic chemical conviction which, as I have already said, did not meet all of the elements which are required for guilt. Now they wanted to brush aside a vicious attack upon me as if its nothing. Again I spoke up, before I give up the real arsonists I want my attackers brought to justice. Im not going to stand for being a double-standard victim again. Im also insisting that its their responsibility to fix my tooth properly, which was cracked in the attack.
(In my attempt to get justice on the attack I sent one of my April 24, 1998 inquiry letters to Mrs. Reeves. Within its 3-pages I addressed my allegations in hopes she would clear up my suspicions. Among other things I said, On July 2, 1994 I was viciously attacked by three inmates at the United States Penitentiary at Lompoc, California. The inmate that ordered the hit was named James Beverly. From information I learned from one of his friends, Beverly is a friend of family member of yours and thats how you come into this mess. Even though I said I could identify two of my three attackers if they would just show me a photo spread of all white inmates living in C-Unit, prison staff has dropped the ball in trying to ascertain their identity, despite my insistence that I will not rest until they are brought to justice. I got severely punished for merely threatening to expose your misbehavior back in 1989, so Im not about to let slide by a vicious attack upon me. Because of the prisons inactivity, its all up to me to get justice on this matter. Because youre a friend [or] family member of Beverlys, my next step is to find out if you had any part in the attack. Did you egg him on? Did you encourage it? Did you pay to have it done? I also mentioned, Because you are a private individual rather than a public figure, the law may not permit me to disclose your identity if you wish to remain anonymous. If this is your wish just let me know and I will grant it. Changing you name is just a few mouse clicks on my computer so its no big deal. If you do wish your name changed and have a preference please let me know that too. Otherwise Ill assign you a name. Unfortunately, as I mentioned before, the letter was returned unopened with a notation that she no longer lived at the address I got from Michael back in 85. Because my 1988 letter to her included the draft version of Revenge, which told about our wranglings together along with her criminality, and she never objected to those details being published, nor asked for a name change, Ill leave her real name as is. Boy, Id sure like to know whether she was behind the attack. I tend to believe Beverly did it on his own, but I bet she cheered when she found out about it. But did she find out about it after it happened, or become aware of Beverlys pre-designed plan before it happened and did nothing to talk him out of it? Hmmm. She still needs to be interviewed as part of the process of bringing my attackers to justice. After all, it is a first step in bringing everybody to justice and thats one thing weve got to do if theres any hope of rounding the arsonists up. Maybe somebody who really wants to bring them to justice can delve into this. Hint, hint. If so, contact me for Mrs. Reeves previous address which will give you a starting point to track down her new location. Im sure internet databases could be a tremendous help in the hunt. [Maybe a private investigator would help. Heres a couple Ive run across during my surfing activities: http://www.pimall.com/ and http://www.kaleinvestigation.com/. And the January 1997 issue of Popular Science, page 56, had an article on snooping on the internet and getting information on others.] Once shes interviewed we can proceed from there.)
Now that Im redoing my book with revised data in 2002 I see no legitimate reason to hold back her previous address. All this time has gone by and no one seems willing to bring my attackers to justice. If theres any hope of doing so she has to at least be brought in for questioning to see what part if any she played in the attack. In 1985 she lived at: 750 27th Street, Manhattan Beach, CA 90266. Her phone number was: 545-7838. Her date of birth is 3-22-47. Now lets get this gal in for questioning and get this issue resolved once and for all.
One thing I preach over and over again is that I wont stand for being treated in a double-standard kind of way ever again. If you make a big stink about my 1986 minor assault as being such a serious thing then make sure you make a comparable stink about a major assault when Im the victim. And be as vigilant in finding out the identity of my attackers as you would be if it was a staff member that got attacked as Im sure you would be or even if it was an inmate who wasnt a sex offender that was attacked for some other reason.
One of my hostile letters to staff went as such:
I have a sneaking hunch that bringing my attackers to justice is a low priority in your book mainly because Im a sex offender who was attacked for that very reason and youre probably glad of it. You may hide your gladness or you may not, but I bet youre glad anyway. I listen to talk radio. I hear all the hostility toward sex offenders and how we are at the bottom of the barrel. And I hear so many saying how they could care less if and when we are attacked in prison. Well I hope you realize how turn about can be fair play. Bringing your arsonists to justice is not a priority of mine. Its at the bottom of my list just like Im at the bottom of yours. And I dont care whether you like my attitude this way. You want arsonists in custody; I want attackers in custody! Are we going to remain at a stand off forever or are you going to give an inch?
They sure wouldnt give up the hunt for the murderer of Julie Y. Cross, the only female Secret Service agent killed in the line of duty. I remember seeing flyers prominently displayed at various Los Angeles County Jail facilities back in the mid-1980s asking for assistance on that case, and that case alone. Now, I dont expect that level of energy to be expended on bringing my attackers to justice; but I surely dont expect it to be forgotten either. And I wont let it be! You can trust me on that!!!
I also have a sneaking hunch about something more sinister. Most times, inmates know a day or two before they transfer which institution they are going to. For those going to the higher-security United States Penitentiaries, staff often dont give the inmate any advance notice of his pending transfer. They know inmates going to those institutions usually dont like the idea of it and have therefore been known to misbehave in some way before the actual transfer. To stop that from happening, staff wakes them up early on the day of transfer without any advance notice and gets them on their way. That happened to me. In fact, one of the officers driving the van transporting us that morning, Officer Peltier, told me he didnt know where I was going even though he had my central file with him. He even got mad at me for trying to sneak a look at my file over his shoulder when he was reading it.
As I thought about all this later on, it seemed to becoming clearer that they could have conspired to purposely send me into a life-threatening situation, where they knew an enemy of mine was at, simply because I would not divulge any of the information they knew by now that I was holding onto regarding the likely identity of the real arsonists. During my entire stay at MDC-LA I was kept in 8-South Annex, a small housing unit reserved specifically for those needing protection from general population inmates for various reasons, along with those inmates having physical disabilities or mental disabilities. Three inmates housed there during my 8-month stay were former Los Angeles County Sheriffs Deputies now charged with federal crimes, and one of them was cooperating with the government by testifying against others. Russ was not a former sheriff deputy, but he was a fellow inmate in need of protection because he too was testifying against others. Russ is a repeat offender with a current offense conviction for robbery, a crime of violence according to the U.S. Sentencing Guidelines. A person with his record would surely score high on the Bureaus Security Designation Form. But instead of shipping him off to a high-security institution after he was sentenced, he was transferred instead to the unfenced Federal Prison Camp at Boron, California. I believe they figured that because he testified and helped them they would bend over backwards to be as sure as possible that he isnt at a place where more violent-prone inmates, who could especially hate snitches, are at. With me having child molesting on my record, something hated by inmates more than being a snitch, I get sent not only to a violent-prone penitentiary level prison, but to the very penitentiary where I had a known enemy who wanted me dead. And staff seemed perfectly willing to keep me in the dark until the very minute I was unloaded off of the van. There is a rat to be smelled here. We just havent found it yet.
In March 1998 I came into possession of some additional documentation I did not have before that date. Later on, were going to be covering how the public defender I had in my Costa Mesa vandalism case put off my speedy-trial motion hearing until she received various documents she requested from the Bureau of Prisons. While much of what they sent was of no benefit to that case, a number of pages enlightened me, not only on this attack, but on some of my later dealings with staff at the next institution I transferred to.
Inmates are allowed to review their central file periodically, but there is a part labeled FOI Exempt which we could not see. FOI stands for the Freedom of Information Act, which dictates what can and cannot be disclosed to an inmate. In a July 13, 1994 4-page report rubber stamped, not only FOI EXEMPT, but also DOJ [Department of Justice] SENSITIVE, J. Schectman, the Special Investigative Agent (SIA) at USP Lompoc detailed the attack upon me. Some of what is in it is noteworthy to mention because it tends to indicate that I was refusing to disclose the identity of my attackers. It is a common practice for inmates to not snitch others off when they are in a fight so possibly those interviewing me had this mindset already established.
Schectman said, According to Lieutenant [P.] Bise [the Lieutenant that interviewed me right after the attack], inmate LARSEN would not provide the identity of his assailants. However, according to Lieutenant Bise, inmate LARSEN related that one inmate was white, with tattoos on his arms and with facial hair resembling a goatee. Wouldnt identify them is the wrong word to use. They should have used the word, couldnt, because I didnt know their names. I dont recall whether I told Bise I could identify two of them if I saw photos of them or not. I was still kind of bloody during our conversation. Instead of having me escorted to his office to interview me, Schectman talked to me briefly in my cell within earshot of my cell mate and inmates in adjoining cells. In his report he quoted me as saying, I was hit the day after I got off the bus. It was in the card room (C-Unit), but I dont know who the inmates were. I have an idea what it was about and maybe who ordered the guys to pounce on me. It wasnt until I was privately interviewed by Sally Erickson, my Case Manager, and, on another day, Lieutenant R. S. Truchsess, one of the Lieutenants in the administrative detention unit, that I told them that I could identify two of my attackers if they would show me a photospread of white inmates living in C-Unit. Schectman ended his report by saying, In conclusion, this investigator was unable to produce the identity of LARSENS assailant. First off, it was assailants, in plural, not assailant. And second, of course they couldnt produce the identity because they failed to get me that photospread to look at.
I was transferred to the high level FCI in Phoenix, Arizona in mid-August 1994. Staff there knew of my knowledge of the real arsonists but paid it no mind. After several months went by some inmate showed up from Lompoc that was aware of me being an ex-sex offender. Now threats and harassment began anew just like they had in past years in prisons.
I continued my desire to get justice by telling my Unit Manager, Mr. David L. Wisehart, during my initial Team meeting of my desire to prosecute the guilty culprits. He told me to hire an attorney and thats bullshit. Victims of crime dont hire attorneys; thats what prosecuting attorneys are for. I bet hed make a stink if he was a victim and someone told him to pay money out of his pocket to get justice. Well, Im making a stink too. I want justice and I dont intend to pay out of my pocket to get it. Surely you could send for photographs of white inmates that were living in C-Unit back in July 1994 I told him.
I let Wisehart know how awful it is to keep my one single day of mailed threats in the greatest category custody-level wise which in turn subjected me to some of the worst God awful threats imaginable on a continuing basis at such a high-security level institution, where more hardened and hostile inmates are housed, and then do nothing to alleviate or protect me from daily victimization and attack on one instance. Where are the laws that are suppose to protect me from harm? If my threatening letters warrant such a level because threats are wrong then why arent worse threats Im subjected to treated seriously? Why isnt there the same outrage at what I am subjected to as there is at what I mailed out? Why arent I protected from threats the same as society is protected from ones I lodged? Wisehart or anyone else declined to answer these questions and all attempts to recalculate my point score on the current offense category and on that one prior conviction failed throughout my stay in the Bureau of Prisons. I never got to go to a much safer low-custody camp or even a lower-custody FCI.
I filed a Tort Claim in a timely manner soon after I arrived at FCI Phoenix asking for $5,000.00 in compensation for their negligence which led to the attack, plus I emphasized my desire to bring my attackers to justice. My claim was denied by Mr. Harlan W. Penn, the Regional Counsel for the Western Regional Office in Dublin, California. Not only wouldnt he accept any responsibility for their actions by saying, There is no evidence of negligence on the part of staff, but they still refuse to refer the case to the United states Attorney for prosecution, or even write the culprits an incident report in which they could punish them according to prison rules. And worse than any of that, they dont even care about knowing their identity. Penn had the nerve to say, Investigation conducted afterwards failed to determine either the motivation for the attack or the identities of the assailants. The individual that you had expressed concern about [Beverly] was not conclusively linked to the incident. Of course they didnt get their identities because they never showed me a photospread of all white inmates living in C-Unit so I could pick them out. I told them I could pick out two of the three. And I bet they never interviewed Beverly. I wrote a follow-up letter to Mr. Penn stating that I had no intention of dropping the issue ever. All Penn did was refer it back down to Warden C.E. Floyd, the warden at FCI Phoenix, and he didnt even do anything about it other than acknowledge receipt of Penns letter. I then wrote a letter a little more forcefully to Mr. O. Ivan White, Jr., the Western Regional Director for the Bureau of Prisons, and then to Kathleen Hawk, the Director of the Bureau of Prisons in Washington D.C. I covered some of the same ground the paragraph above does regarding attacks upon sex offenders as being a not important case to solve and how that is very anger provoking. I re-emphasized my insistence about getting justice and hinted that we need to work at solving the assault before we can work at solving the arsons. Even though they knew I only believed they did it, rather than knowing for sure, I never heard a word from them. I wonder if they would have been as unconcerned if I would have lied and said I knew for sure that they were the arsonists? Well never know because Im not into lying. If anyone was going to be a beacon of honesty in this growing filthy cloud of spiked dishonesty and outright lies, it was going to be me. Anyway, Im still asking for $5,000.00 in compensation for the attack, pain and suffering and whatever else they call it provided my attackers get punished. And thats really a bargain. Some people have won much more than this in law suits that involved only a bit of mental anguish, a minor push maybe, or even just unnecessary aggravation caused by somebodys improper actions.
(As an interesting sideline, in July 1995 I asked Lieutenant B. Barton, the Special Investigative Supervisor at FCI Phoenix, why they wont send over pictures of all white inmates that lived in Lompocs C-Unit. He told me that my word alone would not be enough to write the attackers an incident report. I suggested then that at least a notation could be written in their central files so staff will know about their violent nature. But they werent even concerned about that. Im sure if it would have been a staff member that was attacked they would be though. And I was told something similar by Lt. Truchsess at USP Lompoc a year earlier. He refused my request to see a photospread because my ID alone would not be enough to convict if there were no other witnesses. The double-standard victimization here is overwhelming. They only need a preponderance of the evidence to convict an inmate of a prison rule violation. Its not like in court where they need beyond a reasonable doubt; so it doesnt take much. As far as Im concerned, if they want the arsonists brought to justice, they best get me my attackers. Whats extra angering is that when it comes to me, I get thrown in the hole for weeks on the word of just some inmate that told staff that I was fiddling with a door as explained a little farther along in our story. Why is his word good enough for a piddly-ass thing like I did but my word isnt good enough when it comes to identifying my aggravated assault attackers? You think you want the arsonists dont you? Lets talk about my attackers first! And when you approach me about the arsonists you best have news about my attackers getting their just punishment!)
I did not realize my tooth was cracked until a minor tooth ache developed about 4 months after the attack. It was then that the dentist at FCI Phoenix, Dr. Johnston, advised me that a lower jaw tooth is cracked. He acknowledged the hit in the mouth which happened at the same part of the jaw could have cracked the tooth. He told me I needed a crown. They would grind the tooth down to a stub and glue a false tooth on it. Unfortunately, they use silver color metal crowns rather than the better real tooth color looking porcelain crowns. Dr. Johnston said that if it was his tooth and if the pain was not getting worse, hed wait until after release to get a proper porcelain crown. I chose that option because I wanted it done right. It only hurt slightly when I would bite down on that side on something hard like almonds. Sweets never affected it but ice water did a little bit. I dont drink coffee so dont take hot drinks. It remained this way until I got released in October 1996, and thats when I got it fixed at my cost. Grrr!
Part of the sentence that was imposed upon me by Judge Hupp was a $300.00 Special Assessment. Unlike a fine, which can be waived, the law did not permit him to waive the Special Assessment. (By law its $50.00 per count and I had 6 counts in my conviction.) The Bureau of Prisons has a program known as Financial Responsibility Program (FRP) where they collect these debts on a periodic basis from inmates as they get paid on their prison jobs or get money sent in from home.
Before we go on any further though, let me fill you in on some of Jessners behavior when Judge Hupp refused to impose a fine. Even though he was fully aware of what unfairly being cost money led to over and over again in the past, he tried his darnest to get a stiff fine imposed. He even went overboard harping on it repeatedly after Judge Hupp waived the fine and all costs except the $300.00. It reminded me of Rappes 1978 overly harping to Judge Hauk during trial about my past sex offense. Although Jessner didnt have the benefit of reading my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable or the latest edition of Revenge, he surely knows how Rappes actions along with others he did contributed to him coming out the goat and costing the government and society big time. Surely Jessner should have known he could have easily come out the goat 10 or 100 times over with big time egg on his face. Fortunately, Judge Hupp with the advantage of hindsight knew my hyper-sensitivity to money violations and the problems it would cause. He knew Jessner best not be allowed to prevail and wisely waived all other fines. If anything, Jessner should have been more concerned about getting the other debtors listed within my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable off of refusal status. After all, interest on their debts are increasing astronomically year after year as I clearly indicate.
Unlike the state prison and parole people back in 87-90 who knew it was better to not try to collect the $1,000.00 fine that Judge Fratianne imposed, the Bureau of Prisons was not as enlightened. Even though they knew of my extreme hyper-sensitivity to receiving threats of any kind, they threatened me with sanctions if I wouldnt sign my money over to them; i.e. wouldnt participate in their Financial Responsibility Program. (The latest incarnation of a form, known as Inmate Financial Contract, which I was requested to sign even shamelessly quotes their threat in all capitals, A STAFF MEMBER HAS PROVIDED ME WITH INFORMATION REGARDING THE POTENTIAL CONSEQUENCES OF A REFUSAL ON MY PART TO PARTICIPATE IN THE INMATE FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY PROGRAM.) Even when I openly provided pages upon pages of clearly worded admonishments relating the danger of such a practice, and outlined the typical ways Ive resolved such unfairnesses in the past, I could not get them to listen. I thought outlining specific remedies Id ordinarily invoked would bend their ear just a bit but they just could not see the possible predicament they could be getting themselves into and they flat out refused to relent. They said it was a court order that I had to pay it. Well, it was also a court order that I be taken to my fathers funeral too, but they disregarded that and Judge Hupp didnt as much as chastise them for their contempt. I figured that if I had to wait until I get released in order to, visit their graves, put all my property back in pre-vandalism condition, get my cracked tooth fixed right, and get my attackers brought to justice, then they can wait too. They didnt see it that way though. To me, such threats of sanctions is much the same as when I previously told various perpetrators what would happen if they didnt pay back what they owed me. In my case, I got charged with threatening communications or even extortion. Why isnt the Bureau of Prisons held to the same standard? Ill hold them to it and make them accountable. It would be my pleasure. If my threats are not excused in the slightest, then neither should anyone elses be. Rather than being so concerned about getting 300 bucks out of me, there are higher priority things they should be more concerned about. But because of their lack of prioritizing, I grudgingly bowed to the threats knowing Id get it back at the other end. That end is listed later on where we tally up what the selling price of my complete total story is in Chapter 20. Besides, Special Assessments are suppose to be directed to victims of crime anyway. Thats what the law says. Or dont you think I was a victim of assault at the USP at Lompoc? (Fixing my cracked tooth alone cost more than 300 bucks!) You know I was, and you know I was sent there negligently. So fess up; its your fault! If anything, it owes me NOT I owe it! Return my money!!! (But, let me emphasize; Im making no threat to do so though. I dont do that no more. Theres no need to.) I dont mean your fault to mean you the independent reader. Many of these paragraphs are lifted out of my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable which is directed primarily to those judicial folks who violated me.
One piece of documentation I gave them was a draft copy of Revenge. (This was done through the Bureau of Prisons official administrative remedy process which included filling out a BP-9 form.) I asked them to wait until I was ready to publish it before they ask me for my money. I touched on this topic earlier when we were discussing the Fratianne fine but some of it bears repeating here. Whats said in the rest of this paragraph and the next was provided to them in a little different phrasing. A fine was the impetus for writing Revenge in the first place. I knew my breaking point when it comes to money violations and what such misconduct can and does lead to. I needed to make sure that if they were going to insist that I pay off that fine, that it was going to come from the profits of something that, although legal, they wouldnt like i.e. the teachings and preaching in my book.
As I mentioned before; I solemnly vowed to never again be forced by way of pressure, threats, or extortion to pay for an attorney out of my pocket and never pay a fine or suffer an unnecessary or unfair judicial-caused expense without returning a punishment comparable in nature back upon them with enhancements as reoffenders get. (I will personally do nothing to bring on an attack of symptoms. And at the same time, I will not allow symptom-producing behavior to be done to me without first advising the instigator of likely side effects.) There will be no more income-funneling judicial related expenses going out of my pocket ever again! And that they can take to the bank my bank! And that includes traffic or parking tickets. If I get one, Ill choose to do the few days in county jail rather than pay the fine. I wont run out on a promise to appear mind you; I just wont pay a fine. I dont mind doing the brief county jail time as long as it costs them and not me after all; I do love to cost the judicial system money; to monkey wrench as I put it. That is a pet hobby of mine. Some people like cats or dogs or collecting stamps. I like monkey wrenching. (Did you catch the pun there? Pet and Hobby?) I am especially adamant about this vow today because Ive been punished for the very same thing, (twice on one case alone); making threats. Im not about to accept them from somebody else! Double-standard violations are one thing I dont tolerate no more. Dont expect me to. Im far, far to close to the edge on this topic.
One of the documents I included in my BP-9 was a three page Monetary Advisory. Im including select sentences and paragraphs from it below so you can see what they had presented to them. Dont get lost now. Their ultimate response relates to our story at hand because it is extending the fellas vacation.
This open Advisory is addressed to any Bureau of Prisons staff member or any member of the judicial system in any capacity to inform them of my extremely fragile psychological make up as it relates to anyone trying to get ahold of any of MY legitimately obtained money and/or personal possessions.
I will do my very best to spell out the very touchy predicament such negligent tactics can bring to the surface.
Nothing in this document or any others readers are referred to review are intended to be illegal threats of any kind. Rather, my strong words contain only advise on expected proper conduct to follow.
Now let me admonish you as clearly as possible how your own laws and Guidelines emphasize that you should not try to get any of MY legitimately obtained money and/or property from me. First of all 18 U.S.C. [United States Code] § 3553 (a)(2) tells you that in the most effective manner you are to protect the public from further crimes of the defendant and afford [an] adequate deterrence to criminal conduct. The key word here is in the most effective manner. Youve got a mountain of hindsight available to you. You know it hasnt been too effective for either the judicial system or society when I have been squeezed out of MY money and/or property -- whether by threat or outright theft. Check the suggested reading list earlier in the last paragraph [not included here] and my rap sheet. You know this is true.
Whats more, as if you need any more, 18 U.S.C. [§] 3614 tells you to consider the nature of the offense and the characteristics of the person. [I just love to quote their own laws back to them. : - )] You know the nature of my offense. You know it was judicial misconduct over MY money and property that brought it about. And surely by now you know my characteristics. You dont want to commit another traumatic stressor again do you? Remember, the U.S. Sentencing Guidelines, under Probation and Supervised Release, commands you to do whats designed to limit further criminal conduct. Ive told you over and over how to do it. Can you pay attention this time? Hasnt your mis-actions cost society enough? Designed to limit -- keep that in mind!
Think relapse prevention this time; not more abuse infliction. Thats what got you in the dog house before. No matter how you stack the cards, youre money ahead if you keep your sticky fingers out of my piggy bank. Others are probably tired of my waving scolding finger in their face when I come back later and say I tried to tell you so after they find out I laid into them pretty good. Im tired of saying it too, but I know my weakness -- my breaking point! Thats why Ive set aside a lot of time to prepare this Advisory and research legal documents to show you you are within the law and Guidelines if you just slack off MY money. Society will be benefited. You will be benefited. I will be benefited. And no one needs to come out the goat with big time egg on their faces again.
Have I said enough, or shall I speak more forcefully? Do you care about society as strongly as you profess to do? If you dont want me to be a danger or a nuisance to society - DONT unfairly treat or unnecessarily aggravate me! (See the admonishments in my Medical Advisory and Statement of Facts [since renamed to Medical Advisory/Information: Statement of Facts] and youll know how to lawfully act. Think of it as your Bible and its pronouncements as rules to follow for the benefit of society.)
And another document I provided to them was the following:
AGREEMENT BETWEEN THOMAS LEE LARSEN
AND ALL JUDICIAL SYSTEM PERSONNEL
RESPONSIBLE FOR THE TAKING OF MY MONEY
IN REGARDS TO THE SPECIAL ASSESSMENT FRP
Your taking of MY money in regards to the special assessment you say I owe constitutes you[r] full understanding of my extreme sensitivity to money matters - especially receiving threats of unfavorable sanctions if I dont give it up - as outlined in my Medical Advisory and Statement of Facts and other accompanying documents. By committing this misdeed you agree to familiarize yourself with various criminal statutes defining threats and extortion to see if any of the language and tactics you use fit within their language and, if so, you will become aware of the penalties for committing these acts. You agree to provide me with the name(s) of any individual(s) directly or indirectly responsible for the taking of MY money (especially the culprit actually signing the check sending MY money out) and any and all who insist upon receiving it. You also agree to make these names available to community members and/or media representatives should the need arise. You will be aware of past penalties handed down on account of former perpetrators and will openly stand up and proclaim your full knowledge and understanding of my medical condition to the public in this limited regard in the future if and when the needs arises. You agree to admit freely and openly your desire to still take MY money even after knowing every intimate money matter detail about me and the problems such conduct has caused in the past. By taking MY money you further agree to not hide behind a facade of I didnt know if ever questioned by community residents and/or media representatives. You further agree to make this documentation available to any and all (present and future) judicial personnel attempting to grab ahold of MY money along with those who will be the actual receivers of stolen property (i.e. MY money). You further understand I consider myself a victim of extortionate threats and petty theft and will log it as such for future reference. (Remember: I keep a record of all committed misbehavior so proper disposition can be made in the future!) (A review of my words to Mrs. Reeves in 1985 and again in 1988 [see Judicial Debt Statement [since renamed to Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable]] clearly indicate my wording fell far shorter of the threatening category than what Ive received both verbally and in writing regarding the taking of MY money for this special assessment purpose. And in my case I was severely punished. Remember I dont like double standards as indicated on page 1 of Medical Advisory and Statement of Facts!!!)
DISCLAIMER: None of my wording regarding the taking of money from me or costing me money in any way should be regarded as a threat of any kind. Rather, my wording is just advise on proper conduct that should be adhered to. References to past retaliation for misconduct should not automatically be construed to mean a threat is being made that retaliation will happen again after my release should a misdeed be re-committed. Rather, prospective perpetrators are merely advised of my higher than average sensitivity regarding this topic and are ardently advised to act cautiously and work within the framework of my well known and documented maladies.
And one of the documents I provided even included the following paragraph:
Snake, the writer of Fedbuster, was a particularly fire prone individual as I look back on him in hindsight. When the feds were pressing me pretty hard with their facts that I was an arsonist they escorted me into another room where I was shown a chronological chart of all the recent fires. When I saw that a white van was seen at one fire and a motorcycle at another I thought of disclosing that Snake owned a motorcycle and Mondo an old white van. [My typo in that document. Danny owned the van.] Before I was going to disclose this and probable take them to the park they were hanging out in back when I knew them I wanted to call home to see if things were being respected. When I found out the crime they were committing with my stuff I clamed up and they had nothing coming from me. Their over-zealousness to violate me resulted in maybe the real arsonists going scot free. Whether they were or not well never know. But thats what they get when they try to lie their way into a confession and phony up a polygraph test. I kind of hope they were and that my silence brings the FBI & ATF a lot of crap over how they botched the case. I wish I could run into Snake, Mondo, Danny, Tim, Chuck, Dave, Crystal, Doug, and Scott some day and get the whole story.
This BP-9, by the way, was submitted up the chain of command after it left the wardens desk on through the regional director (BP-10), and then to the General Counsel of National Inmate Appeals in Washington D.C. (BP-11). (All levels denied me and I was stuck with paying. Grrr : - ( ) And this isnt the only appeal Washington D.C. received from me where I claim knowledge about the arsonists that I was hiding. Later on, youll read excerpts from another one addressing their denial to send me to a half-way house. To this day it puzzles me how little the judicial system cared about bringing the real culprits to justice once I was sentenced and shuffled on off to prison. Me not caring is very understandable but them? Shouldnt those who lost their homes expect more? Hmmm.
Ive spoken about my Medical Advisory more than once so far, so I guess I should show you a peek at it. Being a computer generated document though, it has advanced somewhat from the version prison staff members were given. For one thing, a number of Endnotes have been added as you will see:
STATEMENT OF FACTS
BE AWARE, I, Thomas Lee Larsen have been diagnosed with a medical condition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).1 These ailments manifest themselves as a higher than average degree of sensitivity to always expecting fair and just treatment from those individuals or organizations, particularly the judicial system & personnel, with whom I interact. During times of unfair or unnecessary aggravating experiences sometimes even minor ones my symptoms, similar to a severe allergic reaction, have been known to flare up; and, as past history indicates, when they do I do not respond very well. (This is especially true when the same offense is committed a second or more times.) This hyper-sensitivity not possessed by many, but in fact intensified in me by a series of judicial system misdeeds is more understandable when you realize how some victims of crime are severely traumatized by the experience while others of a similar crime are barely affected at all. And reacting in an ardent manner is easier to comprehend when viewed from the perspective of a victim who has been repeatedly violated or emotionally battered over and over again by some wrong doing. Victims usually reach a point where they say they wont take it any more, no matter what! Battered Wife Syndrome is now a recognized condition affecting some continually abused wives who have reached their limits. Thanks to several perpetrators, I am now in a similar position my abusers being misbehaving judicial personnel, and my condition more correctly being called Abused Defendant Syndrome (ADS) a condition equally worthy of attention and consideration.2
Combining OCD, BPD, ADS, a mild form of Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD),3 with my other less intense malady, Adjustment Disorder with Disturbance of Conduct, more than once, my behavior and desires to even the score have materialized into something that tends to depending upon the degree of inappropriate actions considerably cost, inconvenience, embarrass, and/or aggravate the perpetrator, or organization he, she, or they represents, who has victimized me in some way. These reactions, while at times quite extreme but always intentionally non-violent, have sometimes been channeled into actions not even illegal; and most of the time there is no defense against them. When I have chosen a method of response I knew could not lead to legal problems, I experience considerable satisfaction & pleasure when I can publicly make somebody look bad & then have a chance to get the last word by saying, I tried to tell you so. Three areas I am extremely sensitive about and that must not happen are: Dont unfairly treat, discriminate against, belittle, taunt, or unnecessarily aggravate me in any way; dont cheat, cost, or make me by way of pressure, threats, or extortion spend MY money (or even time) on things I dont want to especially to correct damage you caused, did, or allowed to happen!!! (I can give numerous examples where even a small unfair cost resulted in a great expense to others4); and one of the most important of all, dont ever, ever again mess with or worse yet, take MY legitimately obtained personal property. Since I was seriously violated on January 11th, 1980 by the Secret Service I now put much more emphasis on MY material possessions than people with a spouse and kids put on their family members, and I protect & cherish these possessions and punish violators as fiercely possibly more, depending upon the level of violation. You know how youd feel if someone touched your kids private parts without permission. I am that same way with MY material possessions. I dont have a spouse, kids, or friends and Im not looking for any. Im a loner a disgruntled loner. Ive got MY personal property dont mess with it (or put me in a position where others are able to)!!! Or even touch it! Trust me; you dont want to commit this offense again! Thats a dark tunnel you dont want to explore. This is the one I worry the most would trigger me off the worst. This is a major hot-button issue my achilles heel. My fuse is far far too short to withstand any violation. Just respect my personal property as you want others to respect your kids private parts i.e. notouching! Its as simple as that. A child could understand it. Can you? Despite what some may think, I do not resent authority figures only those who abuse their authority, and today, abuse it in even minor ways.5
Recently, due to additional judicial system misconduct, my tolerance level and resilience to withstand any of the above violations plus being lied to or about (or having my statements misquoted), having the wrong thing nit-picked on or exaggerated in any way (dont blame me for something I didnt do [see threats example below], or equally bad, amplify what I did do beyond proper bounds [dont make a mountain out of a molehill and keep your concerns and priorities on the right thing6]), having a hypocritical double standard imposed upon me in any way (dont persecute me, or punish me more, on something others are allowed to do to me or others, especially law enforcement personnel [the Manhattan Beach Police Department and Torrance courts are already in the dog house for committing this offense]), or various other wrongs; especially threats of any kind which is sure to aggravate the situation (I got prosecuted and punished for mere words improperly understood as being a threat in 1989 and am very touchy about receiving them from judicial personnel who think they can throw them around at will and then have the nerve to actually expect me to simply accept them. In two cases [1986 & 1989] I was threatened under fraudulent pretenses to plead guilty or no contest to higher offense level charges the DA and judge knew I didnt do; my behavior only matched Penal Code requirements for guilt of lesser charges. Receiving threats is a very volatile issue to me. Dont commit this one! I cannot make it any clearer.)7 has gone even lower and I am less able to forgive, forget, or accept them. This intrinsic quality is something you have to be cognizant of and attempt to work around. In fact, knowing this tendency, you have more of a responsibility, as professionals, to modify your expectations and act in ways that will not promote an escalation of symptoms, bring on certain kinds of unfavorable behavior, or open a pandoras box. Just as you work within the framework of any differently-abled (handicapped) persons lesser capabilities, medical weaknesses, or greater sensitivities, that same methodology must be followed here. This way I wont have an opportunity to resolve matters in a way Im typically accustomed to doing and youll have to respect that.
In order to avoid one of the above mentioned reactions, and while working within the structure of my innate nature, I now admonish a prospective perpetrator of my limit(s) and encourage him, her, or them to please choose an alternate course of action, slack off, or otherwise correct the situation when I am nearing my capacity. (And since the 1985 & 1989 Torrance travesties that capacity is reached with barely8 any misconduct whatsoever.)9 This way, if the offending party doesnt refrain, he, she, or they must be accountable and accept some of the responsibility and criticism for the possible outcome that may transpire if I suffer a relapse. If they choose to play by less than the rules of the road, then they dare not have a right to complain if I respond in a like fashion.
Everyone has their limits mine just happen to be lower than many peoples. Past behavior suggests that; I accept it; and work around it. I am no longer in a state of denial about it. I will no longer hide my true nature in the closet, nor will I lie about it or get bogged down worrying about it. If Im treated not right, I will respond to some degree period! This is now a feature of my intolerant personality, and a part of the landscape of my life, thanks to past judicial improprieties, and you have to accept it and work around it. And I will not make excuses, apologize, or feel remorse in the slightest for my intentional non-violent reactions when perpetrators knew of their wrong behavior but proceeded anyway.10
If my alternate personality is to remain safely in remission without exacerbated reactions (if I am to avoid falling off the wagon, not backslide, or whatever you wish to call it) as I wish, your conduct must factor my lower11 threshold into the equation also. In fact, limits are important factors to take into consideration when interacting with anyone like this, whether they have OCD-BPD-ADS-IED-NPD12 or not, and should not be brushed over lightly. As hindsight demonstrates, and professionals have predicted, when they are, unfavorable conduct can and has happened the exact opposite effect of what youre trying to accomplish. To persist is literally a penny wise and pound foolish situation. For all concerned, please adjust your actions toward me accordingly.
Sir Isaac Newtons third law of motion, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction applies forcefully in various areas of our lives, even beyond the realm of the typical physicist in the laboratory and in my case, the reaction has exceeded the action in many instances (much like has been done to me). Like a dog eventually bites back if hes kicked too many times, in a similar analogy, guilty culprits should not continue their misbehavior and not expect to get bitten eventually.
With the advantage of hindsight of past tragedies, and extensive knowledge of my unfairness/aggravation intolerant nature, most possessing wisdom and desiring to keep reactions within less invasive and acceptable levels, appreciate the opportunity to alter their course when prompted. Its better to eliminate a problem rather than compound one to enhance benefits rather than side effects. An ounce of prevention is surely worth a pound of cure. In 1991 I successfully made it off of state parole without any relapse due, in large part, to parole authorities properly minding their Ps & Qs. Lets continue following that same format. They almost faltered once, but an earlier version of this Advisory helped get them back on track within an acceptable comfort zone of behavior and a relapse was adverted. I dont need the extra aggravation in my life at this time and those who act inappropriately dont need repercussions and/or bad media coverage. Im an easy dog to hunt with my needs are simple. Just dont violate any of the above and/or get on my shit list, which is very tough to get off especially for re-offenders. Just like judicial personnel never forget defendants past misbehavior, even years ago (I still suffer adverse treatment because of an offense I committed in 1959 at age 9), I too never forget violations committed against me! I too keep a record a rap sheet if you will. I too am an injustice collector. (The San Fernando Juvenile Court and Van Nuys Probation Department remain on that list to this day for a 1967 costly to me misdeed.) More caution needs to be shown so that a person not otherwise dangerous or just merely a nuisance like me is not actually made dangerous. If you want to be treated fairly, you must first treat others (me) fairly. Only then is everyone benefited.
Please excuse my sternly worded admonishments (which are not intended to be illegal threats, but rather merely words of advice on expected proper conduct to follow), but critical situations brought on by your own past misdoings require strong words. I am only expressing how my anger level is extremely high (thanks in extra special part to Torrance buffoons committing offenses against me on two separate occasions [the second time after knowing full well the results of their first misbehavior])13 and I do not again want to reach a point where a violation of even minor severity is the straw that breaks the camels back. Several times in the past both I and professional evaluators including psychiatrists advised judicial personnel of not only a proper course they should take, but also that neglecting it may result in unfavorable behavior. (I have never hidden the fact that my comfort zone of behavioral activities that Ill accept from judicial personnel grows increasingly narrower with each new or recurring violation.) Every time this advise was neglected predictions of poorer responses regrettably came true. You wouldnt give a recovering alcoholic a drink knowing he or she may suffer a steep fall after even just one drink. I ask the same courtesy. You know the side effects and impact of your misactions. Put your emphasis on smoothing my ruffled feathers rather than ruffling them to a point beyond any hope of smoothing them over again. Im currently fairly well composed with my attitude with the judicial system at the present time.14 My writing, speaking, and teaching on judicial abuse matters trickles off any lingering misgivings I still have and profits from these activities helps make up improper financial losses I shouldnt have suffered. Lets help keep me in a tranquil state. I havent backslid in an illegal way since being released from prison in August 1990, but that continuing status is very dependent upon further ongoing proper behavior of judicial personnel. Heed the lessons of your past mistakes, acknowledge and learn by them, and use the advantage of hindsight dont screw up again. Dont stir up a hornets nest again. Dont throw gasoline on a smoldering fire. Dont light my short fuse. Dont push me over the edge. Just dont cross the conduct/misconduct line again! Remember, you are on very thin ice.15 Think relapse prevention; not abuse infliction. Do not for one second even think of sidestepping the Fairness Doctrine. And never forget my number one cardinal rule; keep your money grubbing little fingers outa my piggy bank, (i.e. wallet) and off of my personal property.16 Im a perfectionist with it. I sure cant make it any clearer than that. Remember, thats what got you in the dog house more than once before. Enough said? Or shall I speak more forcefully? LEAVE ME AND MY POSSESSIONS ALONE; Im a bottom-line oriented (if you want anything from me youve gotta show me the money first cause I aint doin nothin that doesnt make financial sense for my bottom line you got that?), narcissistic, materialistic, loner kind of guy (Ive become increasingly more like this with each new judicial violation) and MY possessions are MINE; dont bother us!!! All I care about is my happiness and my health. The rest of it I can give a shit. And my money and possessions fall in the my happiness category. Let us get along with our lives with as minimal of aggravations as possible. Trust me; all will be benefited by it. Now shooo...... Get out of our faces; leave us alone and at peace unmolested!!!17
Take that bold step. The balls now in your court.
PLAY FAIR and tread lightly with utmost caution!!!
1. This document, without endnotes, is nearly identical to pre-arrest (November 7, 1993) distributed copies. Necessary changes since then have been added below as endnotes.
In 1989, after the second Torrance travesty, I made a solemn vow to personally not do anything unhealthy, directly act, or behave in any way that will purposely aggravate or bring to the surface my various symptoms. Likewise, I vowed to not allow symptom producing behavior to be done to me without first advising the instigator(s) of certain features of my personality along with likely undesirable consequences of their high-risk misbehavior. To honor this second part of my promise Ive prepared this document to advise other interested parties of my medical weaknesses and disabilities, along with highly recommended courses of action or behavior that should be not only followed, but those that should be abstained from. Provided these tenets are adhered to, undesirable features of my avenge-prone personality should not bubble to the surface, and that in the end is the real purpose of this document.
2. Besides the afflictions listed in the original Advisory, I also have several professionally recognized symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), the most notable being: Hyper-sensitivity to justice; Anger; Fantasies of retaliation and destruction; Cynicism and distrust of government and authority; and Tendency to fits of rage. I have previously described my afflictions as if grabbing me by both lapels and not letting go until they get their way. These additional ailments became active as a direct result of the FBI, ATF, Bakersfield Police Department, Federal Court & associated personnel, and Bureau of Prisons (BOP) improprieties beginning on day one (November 7, 1993), leaving my anger level much, much higher than ever before. Details of their and past culprits misbehavior can be found in my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable.
Be aware, all of my ailments listed within are chronic, meaning they cannot be cured. But, barring the optimum remedy having each violator make proper restitution with an apology; as Ive been saying all along they can at least be contained through proper actions and behavior on your part. Thats where you come in. Youve got to take the first pro-active step. I can only do so much alone within the framework of my disabilities. Youve got to chip in too. All you have to do is follow the precepts outlined within these pages and not commit any traumatic stressors or trigger events especially those listed within. Nothing could be simpler or cost effective. Believe me when I say, on account of this latest bout of violations, proper conduct by any and all judicial personnel is considerably more important than ever ever before. Youve got no slop factor for any mistakes no margin for error. Today a minor mistake could result in the same undesirable response that once required a more major violation to occur. Just like I must be ever mindful of positions and movements I make, lest I inflame my easily irritated lower back into a painful condition, I and you must be ever mindful of conduct I am exposed to, lest some of my barely in remission and easily activated symptoms become visible within society. While fixing a misbehavior on your part can be somewhat successful, (and believe me, youve got a lot of fixing to do, let alone restitution to come up with [And just for the record so youll know, these above stern and wrath filled endnote words were written in prison before I come home and found out I was ripped off by my own relatives all because I couldnt secure the house up properly after my parents passed away and hire a reputable company or person to look after my affairs during my incarceration as I could have done if I would have been out on bail as I should have been. But no, I was too dangerous to let out on bail because of the anger I expressed in the threatening letters I mailed and the publicity I was making which I shouldnt have made to begin with if deceit and misconduct hadnt been committed by the judicial system early on in this case. So how do you think I feel now? Now that Ive been ripped off of some irreplaceable things? You know, I said long ago in an earlier version of this Advisory, which was in distribution to judicial personnel, that More caution needs to be shown so that a person not otherwise dangerous or just merely a nuisance like me is not actually made dangerous. Now I dont want to harp I tried to tell you so but
Didnt I tell you about my allergic threshold and how easily my system is overwhelmed by misbehavior of offenders? Are you going to bring my perpetrators to justice? You should!!!]) prevention is measurably better. Treat the original reason; not the symptoms get at the core. Give it a try this time. Be that pro-active participant. Lets both work at it together for the mutual benefit of all concerned. Theres no need for anyone to come out the goat with big time egg on their faces again. Trust me when I say this natural, drug free safer alternative remedy is measurably more effective than synthetic pharmaceutical drug pushing, band-aid fixing, traditional toxic psychobabble hocus-pocus therapy could ever be. And its at no cost to anybody!
3. and PTSD
4. This is for your benefit as well as mine. My file and writings (Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable) are full of emphasis upon emphasis I place upon MY money and MY personal property. These are the things that butter my biscuit so dont even think about prevailing with messing with or taking any of it. You really should be more concerned about making amends and apologizing for all past violations anyway along with bringing my violators to justice not committing new ones. Ive lost far far too much to and because of the judicial systems misbehavior already. That wont happen no more trust me on this folks! You havent trusted my advise in the past (at a great cost and embarrassment to society and the judicial system) but trust me on this. I wont be a victim again. Im a mooch and a hoarder. I wanna get all I can for free; and I wanna hold on to it. No more income will be forcibly funneled from me by the judicial system in any way! None of my personal property will be tampered with ever again! I wont stand for it (as I didnt before in more minor ways)! Ive taken a solemn OATH on it. Be advised!
5. Since the above words were penned in 1989 my personal property and home were badly ransacked and vandalized again on November 7, 1993, this time by the FBI, ATF, and Bakersfield Police Department with the assistance of officers from the Manhattan Beach Police Department and the Torrance Police Department. Grrr! This, despite strong warnings in their possession not to, along with clearly stated consequences for doing so. Currently, we are in a holding pattern while they get their ducks in order so they can come up with and participate in an acceptable restitution plan. (And just for the record, nearly everyone has been put on notice i.e., they know what theyre suppose to do to make up their wrongs.) Be advised; Three strikes and youre out is now law and in effect with substantial increases in punishment for third time losers. (And according to current California law that third strike can be relatively minor, so, youre on notice; mind your Ps and Qs very very carefully. After all, if Im subject to the laws sanctions, then its only fair that you are too. And I believe in being fair I obsess on it! Whats good for the goose is good for the gander. The judicial system now has 2 serious strikes against them (January 11, 1980 and November 7, 1993). Need more be said? Generosity goes only so far, be it from the judicial system (Ive never gotten any) or directed back toward it (Ive never given any either). Now go deal with it!
6. Misplaced priority violations seem to get committed more often than anything else, despite their full knowledge of returned reactions. If youre going to play pin the tail on the donkey, make sure you pin the tail on the right place.
7. Especially since Im doing an extra 6 months on my 93 federal sentence because of those 2 fraudulent convictions. This is another one of those dark tunnels you dont want to go down. The BOP with their Financial Responsibility Program (FRP) threatened thefts should have paid attention here knowing full well how I settled a similar threatened theft in state prison in 1990. They had this document (among others) sans endnotes. They should have been more concerned about several more important things like about bringing my vicious attackers to justice, especially since their negligence led to the attack. And also paying to have my tooth that was cracked in the attack fixed right. Thats on them too! (It ended up costing me $445.00 to get fixed after I got out of prison.) And, of course, bringing the staff members to justice for stealing (or in 2 cases merely being negligent with) some of my personal property several times when I went to the hole. I dont forget these violations nor will I ever!
8. with emphasis on barely, since my house ransack/vandalism of 93 et al. (and additionally plus the thefts by relatives when I couldnt secure the house up properly as I should have been able to do).
9. And that was written before the 93-96 violations elevated my anger pulse notches higher and left me with a zero threshold to withstand any judicial unfairness or unnecessary aggravation. The cupboard is now bare, theres no tolerance left! Ive been stressed and weakened to the point where my ability to suppress unfavorable reactions after being violated by judicial personnel is nonexistent.
10. I have been a victim of every offense listed within the main document, some more than once. It was for that reason that part of my vow back in 89, after the second Torrance travesty, included that I would never stand for violations again in the slightest of ways. You seem to expect me to live with being violated over and over again, sometimes in clearly criminal ways. Well, it aint gonna happen! Especially on violations Ive been punished for when others committing the same offense against me havent been. And that goes especially double when pressured threats and/or extortion are involved. Because Ive been directly or indirectly punished for these particular things (even when my conduct didnt match code requirements of guilt) that part of my vow to not accept having them committed against me has been solemnly honored since that day forward and will forever and ever. And since I received an extra 6 months on my 93 federal sentence because of one of those fraudulent convictions my vows pronouncements have been intensified.
11. now nonexistent
13. Ditto the FBI, ATF, and Bakersfield Police Department after knowing of the Secret Service violation in 1980 and the reactions that has been bringing about ever since.
14. Too bad the 93-96 violators couldnt have kept this status.
15. Please, please stay within my very narrow range of acceptable behavior.
16. This has become even more important since several violations of MY money and MY property were committed by BOP staff during my 93-96 federal prison sentence with only some violations being satisfactorily resolved. And in none of the violations were the perpetrators brought to justice by way of traditional BOP methods nor has anyone accepted responsibility or made amends despite complaints and hindsight references to know Im not to be left in that property-less state.
17. The Secret Service knows what this offense has been costing them, Torrance knows, the California Department of Corrections knows what it cost them, the FBI, ATF and Bakersfield Police Department, aware of past wake-up calls, should have known better at least they should have been aware of those past wake-up calls; I never hid them (they know I didnt give them a free vandalism/ransack pass the first time around [January 11, 1980]; theres no reason they should expect it this time), the BOP (re-FRP thefts) should have a hint what it cost them. Let this document be my admonishment signal to cool it. Let it be your road map on the highway of fairness. I have 6 felony convictions (There would have been one more had Bakersfield and Newport Beach prosecuted some vandalism counts in a timely manner. Despite the fact there is no 7th conviction, the events surrounding the crime [which I personally didnt commit] should leave no doubt that I am the wrong person to violate in any way; no matter what.), none involving violence or physical injury in any intentional way at all. The last 5 involved avenging judicial system misconduct regarding my money and/or property in some way at times when I was much less hyper-sensitive to such violations than I am at this time. One need only read my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable to see that the common thread connecting each violation, and accompanying response on my part, was always involving my money and/or property in some way. And I can show evidence where money was a hot-button issue long before any of these convictions ever happened and I attained this level of hyper-sensitivity. Is any more clarification necessary? Youve known for a long time that you dont put your finger in the till and think you can get away with it. I have not hid the fact that Ive taken a solemn OATH to never allow anyone judicial system personnel or otherwise to violate them and Ive honored my OATH. Even years before I ever took it I was honoring it in more limited ways. I know my breaking point; Im far, far too close to the edge to withstand another hit of this nature. Just dont misplace your priorities onto something of a less important nature; as youve done over and over even while coming out as buffoons again and again. You now know where your priorities belong and you know all too well what doesnt work. And youve been advised once again, as before, what will work. Putting your foot on the brake and accelerator at the same time hasnt worked before, and theres no reason to believe it will work in the future. See if you can get it right this time for a change. While past performance is no guarantee of future results, it could be an indication. Youve got the advantage of hindsight a mountain of it! My unfairness tolerance is zero and you know that! Try hindsight just once! Let no one be victims this time me particularly. Ive given 13 years of my life to the judicial system; a certain percentage of it being improperly imposed. Ive paid my dues. Now its my turn! I just want to be left alone unmolested to enjoy my hobbies (astronomy, birding, & Macintosh computers), retirement, and golden years. So keep the boat on a steady course and dont rock it or me out of remission. Id be very happy to stay there and deal with the added anger in just my writing, speaking, teaching, and activist activities. As Ive said before, Im an easy dog to hunt with my needs are simple. Just dont violate any of the above and/or get on my shit list. Barring making those amends and apologies I keep reminding you about, at least dont commit any new violations! You now have the answer GO FOR IT!!!
Of course, my Medical Advisory doesnt go anywhere without its companion document, the Agreement:
AGREEMENT BETWEEN THOMAS LEE LARSEN
AND ANY PERSON, OFFICIAL OR OTHERWISE,
GIVEN OR HAVING HAD MADE AVAILABLE TO THEM
A COPY OF MY
"MEDICAL ADVISORY/INFORMATION: STATEMENT OF FACTS"
Your receiving or offer to receive a copy of my "Medical Advisory/Information: Statement of Facts" (and in some cases, additional support documents) constitutes your agreement to familiarize yourself with and develop a full understanding of (its) (their) contents. By committing, or allowing anyone to commit, any listed misdeed or misbehavior, either directly or indirectly, accidentally or on purpose, you agree to accept responsibility and make available to me the name(s) of (the) (all) guilty culprit(s). You also agree to make (the) (these) name(s) available to community members and/or media representatives should the need arise. You will be aware of past penalties handed down on account of former perpetrators and will openly stand up and proclaim your full knowledge and understanding of my medical condition to the public in this limited regard in the future if and when the need arises. You agree to admit freely and openly your desire to still violate me even after knowing every intimate detail about my medical condition and the problems such conduct has caused in the past. By committing the misdeed(s) you further agree to not hide behind a facade of "I didn't know" if ever questioned by community residents and/or media representatives. You will not deny your role if any controversy arises that tends to show negligence on your part. You further agree to make this documentation available to any (and all) individual(s) likely to interact with me in any way. You further understand I consider myself a victim when any listed misdeed happens to me and the perpetrator(s) as (a) criminal(s) who get logged as such for future reference. (Remember: I keep a record of all committed misbehavior so a proper disposition can be made in the future!)
DISCLAIMER: None of my wording here or in any documentation supplied or offered to you in any way should be regarded as a threat of any kind. Rather, my wording is just advise on proper conduct that should be adhered to. References to past non-violent retaliations for misconduct should not automatically be construed to mean a threat is being made that retaliation will happen again later on should a misdeed be re-committed. Rather, prospective perpetrators are merely advised of my higher than average sensitivity to these mis-actions and are ardently advised to act cautiously and work within the framework of my well known and documented maladies.
A pocket version of these two documents, along with my OATH similar to a medical bracelet are carried in my wallet at all times just in case Im ambushed in some fashion by a careless judicial-system person unaware of the lingering effects his or her misbehavior could cause.
You may be wondering, being I wasnt out on bail, how did I get ahold of one of my draft copies of Revenge to bring into prison. Jessner gave it to me well not me personally. He gave it to my attorney, who gave it to me. You see, Jessner filed his own set of Position papers to the court to contest my attorneys Position which presented me in the most favorable light at sentencing. In order to make me look as bad as possible, Jessner included things that had nothing to do with this case. Things like one of my letters to Mrs. Reeves, Revenge, and even one of the letters that claimed responsibility for the recent vandalisms to car dealerships up and down the state. And being I got a copy of whatever he filed with the court, I now had what I needed in order to make copies so I could distribute Revenge on to others. It makes me chuckle a bit his complaint at what I distributed to inmates years earlier (even though it was perfectly legal to do so), now provided me the opportunity to distribute it all anew to a whole new group of inmates. Sort of one of those opposites of what theyre trying to accomplish that I love so much doing. And no one could do anything about it because I stood tall upon the shoulders of our Founding Fathers who wrote our First Amendment. Is this a great country or what? : - ) Loving when ones own plan comes together is one thing turning someone elses plan back on top of them and crushing them with it is ___________. Im lost for words here; the feeling is so good. Can you believe that; loquacious me; lost for words? Surely for an avenger, it approaches the pleasure of a great sexual encounter. Does that mean Jessner made me cum? Bite your tongue. He is a handsome man though. If he were gay and it was a few years earlier, when he would have been within the age range that Im attracted to, and I saw him at the Silver Mountain, I sure wouldnt pass him by without a friendly, hey guy, how ya doin? (If hed have been there that fateful night I met Snake I would have never been approached, cause Jessner would have caught his eye first. Just think, if that would have happened you wouldnt have this book to read. Then again, your houses wouldnt have been burnt down either. Hmmm.)
The first time they shoved that form under my nose to sign my money over to them was at my initial Team meeting held in the Admissions & Orientation (A&O) housing unit known as Yuma within days after I got to FCI Phoenix in August 1994. Chairing this meeting was Mr. Wisehart, my Unit Manager, (and prominent character in extending the fellas vacation as youll be seeing later. Like I say, all this stuff ties in.) The minimum amount they require the inmate to sign over is $25.00 per quarter. While that isnt much, you need to realize we dont get paid much on our inmate jobs. For months I was earning only $5.25 per month, known as maintenance pay, which is the minimum we all get. Many jobs pay more, but there is a waiting list to get them. I could have gotten a better paying job in one of the maintenance shops rather soon if I wanted, but as it turns out, a higher percentage of the kinds of inmates hostile to ex-sex offenders just happen to work in those shops, and they have access to all kinds of tools tools that could be used to stab someone. I worked in the education department as an orderly (janitor). They only had funds to pay some orderlies more than maintenance pay, so until April 1995 thats all I got. (My April pay was $16.80 per month, May and June was $19.80, and July was $19.32.)
Fortunately, I got some spending money from home. My cousin was watching after my affairs after my parents died and he would send me money when I needed it. My spending habits were a lot less than many other inmates in prison so its not like I was a big spender.
I moved to the B side of Mojave, one of the other housing units, after I was done with the A&O program. In January 1995 Mr. Wisehart just happened to transfer over to Mojave, and one of the things he did was review the FRP payment schedules of all of his inmates to see what they were paying in relation to what they were getting in pay from their jobs or from home. Even though I was still only making maintenance pay, he wanted me to pay $50.00 per quarter (beginning at the June payment) simply because I got enough from my cousin to afford it. These bloodsuckers just wanted to grab whatever money they could. They didnt care that an innocent person not responsible for the debt is getting stuck paying what the inmate owes. I had already complained informally to the business office about the $25.00 per quarter right after I got there. This $50.00 deal is when I hit the roof and submitted the documentation mentioned earlier on their formal BP-9 form. Because I didnt want to risk losing the room I shared with a very compatible cell partner I agreed to the higher payments, but not without adding, (see my recent BP-9 regarding your predicament detailing the taking of MY money) right next to my signature. Didnt want em to snivel later that they werent told.
I referred them to their own Program Statement # 5380.02 which permits them to put an inmate on temporary exempt status if the inmate has various physical or psychological problems. I thought by this, they could save face in that their own policy has provisions where people like me could get a waiver in a way where it wont seem like theyre granting me a special favor that they arent granting to anybody else. Heck, I just had my mental weaknesses to wave in their face to show how I clearly fit within the policys provisions. Once again I tried to play that psych card and my dangerous nature by emphasizing how Ive responded to money violations in the past, in hopes theyd grant my request. I figured they surely would see considering all the factors involved that as the most prudent and beneficial choice financial wise for all concerned. This, of course, would have only been a temporary waiver. Id still owe them the 300 bucks after I got released from prison, but by then, I could crank out as many copies of Revenge to my customers until Id made enough to cover it. After all, it was written specifically to cover judicially-imposed costs I shouldnt be stuck with. But no, they wouldnt do it. Warden Floyd responded to my BP-9 and this is part of what he said. Such a raise was clearly warranted in you r case. Further, Bureau of Prisons policy states that an offender may be considered Temporarily Exempt from the Financial Responsibility Program for Psychological reasons. However, this policy does not apply in your case due to the fact that your mental state has not precluded you from gaining employment while incarcerated. Ya, but that employment didnt pay me enough to even make the $25.00 per quarter payment plan. If I wasnt getting outside money I wouldnt even be paying that.
It was right around this time that I got my first raise above maintenance pay. Wonder if theres a connection? Hmmm. You see, now they took my excuse away that I didnt earn enough money at my prison job in order to pay $50.00 per quarter. But still, without outside money from my cousin, I would have had very little left over for tooth paste, soap, shampoo and stuff like that which we could get at the commissary. Sure, the government supplies those necessities to indigent inmates, but the free stuff is crap quality.
As dangerous appearing as all my documentation to them was, I already vowed to never again break the law (or at least not until Im old and feeble and have nothing to lose), and that included my methods of revenge. Pushing Revenge to an abused clientele could easily help me recoup losses Ive suffered, and at the same time, throw a monkey wrench or two into the wheels of the judicial system in order to make them squeak. Of course, my activities with VOCAL goes without saying. Before Wiseharts enhanced money-grabbing tendencies came onto the scene, my extra-curricular monkey wrenching activities were rather inactive. For one thing, I was preparing to start a college-level computer technology course and was heavily involved in independent studies on my own so my time was rather filled up. I was also typing up this book.
As you know, I was working in the education department as an orderly (janitor) at the time. When our work assignments were done we could go to any part of the education department we wanted to as long as we didnt leave the area without permission. My little sweeping and moping job took me no longer than half an hour to do on most days. Much of this book was already written out in long hand at the time and my next project was to type it up so it would be mostly ready to publish soon after I got home. I needed to have it in that form so I could quickly scan it into my computer, do my final editing and formatting, and get it out the door in a timely manner. This case was long overdue and with its publication we could hopefully bring it to a conclusion and, of course, get my attackers the punishment they had been escaping for far, far too long. (At the time, I had no idea so many other situations would enter the equation to contribute to the delay weve ended up having in getting it published. Thanks to Orange County and Bakersfield for that. But all that story will be coming folks; trust me!) On July 26, 1995 I was typing up the part where I was showing Snake and his minions the OATH. One problem though. Unlike having a copy of Revenge fall into my lap, courtesy Jessner, they never had the OATH to give me, so I was outa luck there. I typed it up the best as I remembered it, and when missing parts come to me throughout the morning I jotted them down. Of course, since Wisehart and the bunch started their money-grabbing routine, I became active real quick in my promotion of VOCAL. And that was obviously going to include getting new members who would be taking the OATH, so I clearly needed a current and complete version ready to administer anyway.
Every 10 or 20 inmates leaving the dining room after meals gets searched to see if they are taking any food out with them. We were only permitted to take one piece of fresh fruit back to our cells, but inmates often hid other leftovers under their clothing. When I was coming out of the dining room after lunch on this particular day Senior Officer Specialist M. Amaro motioned me aside so he could conduct a routine pat down search. Unlike most officers, usually just concentrating on food items, Amaro read some of the papers I had with me, paying specific attention to my OATH.
Amaro turned it in to Lt. Barton. A short time later he called me into his office and after talking to me for a few minutes he placed me in the hole. Officer Amaro wrote me an incident report, also known as a shot, accusing me of violating rule 299, Conduct disruptive to security or orderly running of BOP [Bureau of Prisons] facility Most Like: Engaging in or encouraging group demonstration. After being heard by the Unit Disciplinary Committee, consisting of Mr. Wisehart and I believe our Case Manager, Mr. Hall (with Amaro also in attendance), the shot was next scheduled to be heard by the Disciplinary Hearing Officer (DHO), Mr. Michael Strahl. His finding was, The DHO in reviewing the charge finds there is insufficient evidence to support the charge, and therefore expunges the incident report. Then under a veiled threat of a transfer he made me agree not to pass any copies of the oath around or to administer any oaths. Oddly, they never objected to my Revenge book despite the fact I previously expressed my openness of its content to other inmates. Strahl said I would be getting out of the hole that day, Friday, but because no open bunks were available I had to wait until after the weekend, 3 days away.
On Monday, after 6 days in the hole (and 4 days missed from my computer technology class), I was released to Yuma where I spent a week while waiting for room to open up in Mojave-B. The day I was scheduled to leave Yuma, Lt. Barton called me into his office again to accuse me ripping up nearly 100 pieces of inmate clothing. He based his suspicions on the fact that I had been seen loitering around the clothing bins, plus ripped up clothing was piled up in the hallway near my cell. Of course, he also knew I was a proud revenger who speaks favorably about such actions. Fortunately, he did not know that I had engaged in that very same score-settlement activity in the state prison system some years earlier. He could have put me in the hole for investigation but didnt. Possibly he knew I was the wrong person to screw over a second time and that the prison system would be better off if they just backed off and didnt commit another offense against me. I was surprised at his wisdom, but glad of it. I had been very open to prison staff in my views about how extra caution should be shown toward those of us who are extra sensitive to always expecting fairness. No one had paid it any attention at a great cost to them but it was nice to see someone heading the admonishment. Now Im not going to see any more clothing ripped up in Yuma am I? Lt. Barton inquired. Without admitting to that score-settlement process, I told him I promised I would not. And with that, I was on my way back to my computer class. The thing is, my promise was limited to Yuma and I was scheduled to move out of there later that afternoon which I already knew. Therefore, if I did it back over at Mojave, I wouldnt have been breaking a promise. In reality, I had vented enough and brought enough suspicion upon myself so it was time to back off. (Besides I didnt want to risk missing any more of my computer class.) At least he got some idea that Im the wrong person to fuck over and I looked on that as a win of sorts.
When I expressed my extreme anger over the inconvenience and aggravation one is subjected to just by going to the hole and how punishing it is even when the person is not guilty of anything and not handed down a punishment, Barton promptly responded back by saying that rather than punishment it is really, just a part of the process. But its still punishing though, I said. What I didnt say though is the philosophy I teach in Revenge if something isnt considered as part of the official punishment, it should not be accepted and should be returned back upon the perpetrator. Im glad I settled that injustice; except for my stolen property though (which is discussed below) thats still outstanding. Although I honored my promise to not administer my OATH until after I left FCI Phoenix, I stepped up my teaching activities as outlined in Revenge which they never objected to before or since to correspond with them stepping up my FRP payments from 25 to 50 bucks.
When an inmate goes to the hole the Correctional Officer on duty in his housing unit gets all of his personal property together and lists everything on an inventory form. After that, it is sent over to the hole where it is stored until the inmate gets released back into the general population. That evening, after I got settled in my cell, I checked over my stuff and noticed that some things were missing. After making a list I went over to Mojave to speak with the officer to see where the rest of my stuff was. Of the two officers on duty in Mojave, only one, Correctional Officer T.D. Hibbard, was on duty there the day I went to the hole. He said Correctional Officer L. Schmidt, who was working days, got my property from my cell and put it in the office. Because it was near her time to go home she did not inventory it. When Officer Hibbard got on duty and settled in he and the other officer assigned to Mojave that night, Correctional Officer Rule, inventoried my property and sent it over to the hole for storage.
When I questioned Hibbard about the missing items he remembered some of them and even had a half-ass excuse as to why I didnt get them. I had 2 boxes of Tide laundry detergent which I purchased in the commissary. One was open and nearly full and the other one was still sealed. I got the sealed box back but not the open box. Hibbard remembered spilling some of it so that places him in possession of that particular box because the other one obviously cant spill. He remembered my bag of almonds, bag of pecans, and bag of walnuts. (He remembered 2 for sure but questioned a total of 3.) All 3 were in their original factory bags but then placed inside of tennis ball containers so they can be sealed for freshness. He said he remembered the tennis ball containers. His reason for taking them was because they were outside of their original containers. Commissary items are subject to seizure if they are not in their original factory containers. Knowing that some staff are extra picky about this particular rule violation I left the nuts in their original plastic bags, but then put the bags inside transparent plastic tennis ball containers which could be sealed with a lid in order to help keep them fresh longer. When I reminded Hibbard of that fact he then said he also had a concern for their freshness. Now thats a real lame excuse. They do not spoil and if that was a valid reason then why did someone who got out of the hole the same day I got out not have his fresh fruit taken? That is a spoilage problem item, not nuts. Three other sealed bags of the 3 kinds of nuts I got back O.K. Some other missing items he didnt remember are: 2 small shampoo and conditioner bottles, 2 commissary purchased pens (he gave me some out of his desk to replace them so those are made up), a new tube of Aquafresh tooth paste (I got 2 of my other tubes of tooth paste back O.K.), a full sealed bottle of Tussex cough syrup, a nearly full bottle of allergy tablets with antihistamine, a nearly full bottle of Pseudoval allergy tablets without antihistamine, about 6 used AA batteries (Im letting them slide because Im not sure how much life they had left), 1/3 box of graham crackers, 1/4 left in a bottle of Quinsana foot powder, 1 dictionary, and 2 computer books (1 of them, a dBase IV operators manual, was borrowed from another inmate). Hibbard said he remembered the books but stated the reason he took them was because they didnt have my name in them. The thing is, one of them I borrowed from another inmate in Mojave-B and his name was in it but it was not given back to him either. A near empty container of hi-protein was also missing which Im letting slide by. That adds up to $3.50 for Tide, $2.60 for almonds, $3.10 for pecans, $2.30 for walnuts, $4.35 for Aquafresh, $2.15 for Tussex, $0.75 for allergy tablets, $1.50 for Pseudoval, $0.90 (1/3 of $2.70) for 1/3 box of graham crackers, $0.81 (1/4 of $3.25) for Quinsana, $3.45 for dictionary, $25.00 for the computer book that belonged to the other inmate (this is the amount I reimbursed to him), and $20.00 for the other computer book (it was given to me by another inmate so this price is an estimate but it is still owed to me because the book had a lot of valuable information which I now cant have unless I buy another book) for a total of: $70.41. (In Chapter 20 well be tallying up all that Im owed for this case so youll be seeing this figure at that time once again.)
In talking to other inmates who have been to the hole before, I found that it is standard operating procedure that you will lose something when you go to the hole. Either it will be because of carelessness with your property by the staff member who is inventorying it or it will be because they will look for the slightest reason to confiscate something. One inmate lost the headset to his walkman radio because he had repaired them with tape. They therefore became altered and we are not allowed to have anything altered even if it is our own property. Basically what you have is a staff member who is pissed off that some inmate went to the hole and caused him to do all this extra work taking care of his property. His thought is to mess with him, or in this case, his property, in return. And the staff in the hole are noticeably less gracious to inmates in there for rule violations than they are to those in there for their own protection unrelated to some misbehavior they did. For instance, a couple inmates were housed in the hole while they were testifying against some other defendants in federal court in downtown Phoenix. For their cooperation with law enforcement they had an extra easy stay in the hole. In exchange for mopping some floors they were seldom locked in their cells throughout the day. The rest of us couldnt even begin to get that amount of freedom.
Clearly, revenge runs both ways; inmates to staff, and staff back to inmates. They sure dont like the inmate to staff variety, but when it is directed back to us like in messing with our personal property the higher mucky-mucks let it slide by. I complained about the theft to higher-level staff at FCI Phoenix and even up to the Western Regional Office. No one seemed to be concerned at all. They suggested filing a Tort claim which is basically a big joke. I did that after being attacked at Lompoc and even with evidence of the assault they refused to accept responsibility. They had the nerve to say there was, no evidence of mistreatment. Besides, a Tort is a civil action. That wouldnt get Hibbard held accountable. He was the actual thief; he even admitted it to me. And he had no shame about it. Thats what really pissed me off. Its like, Im just an inmate and he has staff backing him up as if to mean that Im shit out of luck. Well first of all, he didnt realize he picked the wrong person to rip off; and second, my OATH, which got me in the hole to begin with, was, and is, very solemn to me. I honor it always!
For one thing, I used the money that I was saving toward my next FRP payment to repurchase the stolen merchandise and repay the inmate for his computer book. (I was only paid around $20.00 per month on my prison job.) I pay legitimate debts I have in a timely manner, unlike those-so-many judicial system people who refuse to do likewise to me. I then went on what they call refusal status, meaning I was refusing to make any more FRP payments. They said I owe them money, I said they owe me money. As far as I was concerned, my debts paid in full if theyre letting Hibbard slide by unscathed. The thing is, when one is on refusal status one of the sanctions he faces is not being allowed to get a cell when one becomes available. I would be stuck sleeping in the overcrowded TV room for the duration, or until I resumed payments. And when I moved from Yuma back to Mojave-B thats where I lived. (Other sanctions include: never getting paid above the $5.25 maintenance pay no matter what job you have, being denied working in Federal Prison Industries, being denied participation in various prison programs, being denied a half-way house placement for the last few months of your sentence, being denied the around $100.00 the government gives to released inmates, and possibly denial of some phone privileges.)
Before I got ahold of those above mentioned FOI Exempt papers I had Barton pegged as the primary culprit for putting me in the hole repeatedly and setting my transfer in motion. After reading a number of memorandums from Wisehart, I now know he is the instigator. As our story progresses I will be quoting from those memorandums.
On November 2, 1995 Lt. Barton put me in the hole once again, this time for, investigation into your possible involvement in damaging government property. On October 20, 1995 a nation-wide lock down was ordered for all federal prisons after riots broke out at several institutions across the country. The uprisings were set off when Congress refused to correct the sentencing disparity in the amounts of powder and crack cocaine required to receive a given sentence. According to the U.S. Sentencing Guidelines, one could receive the same sentence if caught with 100 grams of powder cocaine as he would receive if caught with just 1 gram of crack cocaine. Crack cocaine is just a cooked down version from the powder. This 100 to 1 disparity is particularly angering to black inmates who were more apt to deal in the crack version of cocaine out on the streets than powder. If a white person got busted with cocaine it was more than likely the powder variety he was dealing in. As a result, whites get much less time for getting busted with the same amount that the black person got busted with. Congress in letting that law stand set off the riots.
Since I got out of the hole last time for my OATH incident, as I term it, Id been living in the Mojave-B TV room (called also the cot room). Due to overcrowding, each housing unit converted one of their TV rooms into a small dormitory and the one I was assigned to had room for 12 inmates. (The TV from that room was then placed in a common area for viewing. Sort of like the living room of the housing unit.) One nearby cell that would normally house 2 inmates was left vacant so the 12 of us could have a toilet and sink to share. All other inmates living in 2-man cells had their own private toilet and sink. At night they were locked in their cells. Because those of us living in the TV room had to have access to the bathroom throughout the night our door was never locked. In fact, it couldnt be locked. It was defective. All of a sudden when the nation-wide lock down was ordered, panicky staff members realized they have to hurry up and get that door fixed so they can lock us in. Within an hour or so staff members from the (Central Mechanical Services) CMS department had a used door installed and in operating order sort of. They did get a door installed, and they were able to lock it; but they installed it so haphazardly in their rushed manner that it was left sticking at the top and had to be slammed to shut it all the way. At the time they didnt care about that though, so long as they could lock it. This is the first time in U.S. history that theres ever been a nation-wide lockdown of all federal prisons. Staff was rather panicky, and in turn, a bit more careless than they should have been. While we were on this full lock down, staff came up semi-regularly to unlock it so we could use the bathroom. After a few days we were off of full lock down status and were in the process of getting back to normal. We were still confined to our housing units, we just werent locked in our cells throughout the day, as we never are. During this time I took it on my own to try to fix the sticking door by wedging something by the bottom hinge as I closed it in hopes that it would spring the top hinge into place. Unfortunately, I made it stick more so I quit before I made it even more worse.
I had previously argued with a heavily-smoking Cuban inmate who went by the name Cuba to his friends with a bunk next to mine who always wanted the door shut in order to keep the noise from the common area out of our TV room. Several other Mexican inmates, who were also smokers living in the TV room, originally didnt care one way or the other about the door, but rallied around their Cuban comrade because he was their friend.
This particular TV room is the only one that has no fresh air inlet vent. It has only an exhaust vent, as weak as it was. All the other TV rooms in both Mojave A and B, which are used for TV viewing only, have both kinds of vents for proper air flow even when the door is shut. None had windows that could be opened. I asked the smokers, which was nearly every single inmate in there, to leave the door open a little while smoking as there is a flow that enters from the blowers out in the common area but they complained about noise and wanted to keep it shut. I admit that noise is a problem too, but still I asked to leave it open at least while theyre smoking. They can always close it later after the air clears out. I suffer from chronic sinusitis, a condition which gives me a constant post-nasal drip and the nuisance of clearing my throat often. Besides second-hand smoke being a health hazard to everyone in general, it is particularly bothersome to those of us with this condition.
There are 3 TVs in Mojave-B. The inmates have designated one for white inmates, another for blacks, and the other one for Mexicans or Hispanics in general. Mojave-A has the same set up for their 3 TVs and the other housing units also follow the same procedure. In fact, other federal and state prisons Ive been in throughout the years had similar procedures. This segregation is set up by the inmates, staff knows about it but accepts it. Although different races can view any TV they want to, some racially-motivated inmates let their feelings be known very clearly to the intruder that he is not a welcome visitor and make him as uncomfortable as possible.
Blacks often were watching either shows with predominately black actors (often the cable Black Entertainment Television channel, one of many cable channels we had access to) or sports, neither of which interested me. Whites smoked heavily in their TV room. Despite the fact that the TV rooms were suppose to be non-smoking areas, staff never seemed to enforce their policy. (Mr. Wisehart did try to enforce it when he first moved from Yuma to Mojave back in January 1995 but gave up the battle in short order as a lost cause.) While Hispanics often watched spanish-speaking programs, they also happened to watch shows that I liked. Before my squabbles with the Cuban and his buddies I was welcomed in the Mexican TV room as much as anybody else in the unit. The problem really surfaced one day when I was discussing the smoking problem with a friend of mine. Some Mexican overheard me saying that the Cuban isnt even a citizen so he shouldnt even have any say in the matter. Once word of that got around I was on the Mexicans shit list. (It also didnt help when I voiced my opinion that I didnt need to learn how to speak spanish because this is the United States of America where the primary language of our country is English.) The Mexican TV room was right next door to my sleeping quarters. That meant congregating in that whole general area were the majority of Mexicans living in the B side of Mojave, and they all had me pegged as anti-Mexican.
Now Ive never been a prejudice person before, or now. I didnt like that particular Cuban, not because he was a Cuban; but because he was an inconsiderate heavy smoker who didnt care at all about my feelings or my health. Unfortunately, my overheard remark (along with saying that smokers rights end where my nose begins and openly proclaiming smoking as a filthy disgusting habit) branded me as being prejudice against them. Absent that, they probably would have cared less when they saw me messing with the door. But now, they saw an opportunity to get me out of there. By several of them snitching on me they could be assured that staff would take action, and take action they did.
From a memorandum dated November 2, 1995 from Wisehart to Barton, I was able to confirm all of my suspicions mentioned in the above several paragraphs which were written beforehand. One mexican inmate, whose name was blacked out on the memo, but who I know by the last name of Orta, who happens to be a good friend of the Cuban, was one of two snitches. Orta was one of the inmates assigned to clean up the area outside of our living quarters and he and I had exchanged words over my brushing my teeth in the drinking fountain already by this time. Our arguments become more intense weeks later and are covered farther along in the story. But until I got those exempt papers, I did not know I was put in the hole this particular time for anything more than tampering with the door. A couple quotes from page 2 of Wiseharts memo are quite revealing and infuriating. It is also suspicious that he has requested to remain in the cot room, which is highly unusual. When asked why he desires to remain there, he refuses to answer.
Most inmates move in and out, except the FRP refusal inmates. He knew damn well I refused to pay on account of the Hibbard thefts and that my previously-scheduled September FRP payment went to repurchase the commissary items Hibbard stole. But does he mention that? No all he says is, Larson also refuses to pay his FRP obligation, although he has much money. He will not pay the government, as part of his resentment. (Throughout the memo he misspells my name, despite hating to have his own name misspelled as well be seeing an example of later on. That, to him, is apparently more important than bringing the arsonists to justice so you can see where this guys priorities are at.) I bet hed be a little resentful if somebody stole from him and even more so if he couldnt get anybody to hold the thief accountable and make restitution. He ends the memo by asking Barton to put me in the hole. Ill continue my story now with the below paragraphs that were previously written, and make additions learned from the memos where necessary.
Lt. Barton, already mad at me over the views Id expressed in my OATH, slammed me in the hole without even talking to me first. I guess ones got to expect a few arrows in the back whenever they accept the role of pioneer, but the fact that they screw with inmates more than average once they learn of your standing is deplorable. One of those things I actively denounce in the strongest of terms in Revenge. Once you appropriately respond back though, theyll surely know they picked the wrong person to treat in such a way and, if theyre smart, theyll mind their Ps and Qs a little better from that point forward or wish they had. Unfortunately for all of us, they werent too smart. It took me several days just to get the paperwork addressing the reason why I was even in the hole, and that only said it was for, investigation into your possible involvement in damaging government property. I kept asking officers what property were they talking about. The door didnt even occur to me. Surely it wouldnt have been the clothing in Yuma back in July would it? When my request to see Lt. Barton went unanswered I refused to eat for a couple days. That brought the staff psychologist to see me and with his help, Lt. Barton finally saw me. When he explained to me what it was about I promptly admitted my culpability in the door-tampering fiasco and what led up to it. I also agreed to leave all future repairs up to staff or to the inmates assigned to make such repairs. Barton said he would write me a shot and at that point I expected to get out of the hole very shortly once the paperwork was processed. I figured they would give me some extra duty or some such punishment like that. A shot never come. Days; weeks went by. Then on December 5th I was released back to my housing unit into the same TV room dormitory. (They changed their policy so inmates no longer had to go through Yuma.) No shot or nothing. I believe that Lt. Barton realized that if he would write me a shot that it would get expunged by the Disciplinary Hearing Officer once it got in front of him to determine guilt. By just keeping me in the hole under investigation status he could drag it out for weeks. By doing that, just being in the hole all that time turns out to be the punishment. He may not have a conviction of a prison rule violation on my record but he still got me punished, and thats what his whole plan apparently was. The thing is, that amount of time was way out of line for what I did. Bear in mind, the door did stick worse after I tried to fix it. But they could still lock it if they wanted to. (We were off of full lock down status by then so they werent doing that any more.) I had stopped before I make it worse. Im firmly convinced that Barton still had anger over the opinions I expressed in my OATH and that this was his way to stick it to me more than would happen to any other inmate that was never a trouble maker to staff. Staff has a way of screwing with someone even in minor ways if they dont like him, and its not just this institution. Ive seen such misbehavior committed quite regularly by sheriff deputies in both the Los Angeles and Orange County Jail system, and to a lesser extent by staff members in the California prison system.
By being in the hole, I missed the triple conjunction of Venus, Jupiter, and Mars along with the interactions the three were having throughout November. And on the 23rd the thin crescent Moon joined the trio to make a very beautiful naked-eye sight that I missed. According to Astronomy magazine, November 1995, page 79, these three planets wont cluster as closely
for more than a century. I missed a biggie and Im really pissed. On top of that, I missed the Thanksgiving festivities the institution had for us.
It is extra angering to be put in the hole for a piddly-ass thing when a serious attack was committed against me and no one cares about bringing my attackers to justice. Or to be held accountable for a minor, not on purpose, door mishap which wouldnt have happened if staff would have installed it properly when they arent holding Hibbard accountable for the shameless, and purposeful, theft of my property. That is a double-standard violation about as bad as it gets. Dont you dare put over emphasis on your property while at the same time you totally disregard mine. Ill be returning to this violation in Chapter 20 where I tally up what this will cost them.
While I was still in the hole for this incident I put my formal request in to my Unit Team for a half-way house, officially now called a Community Correctional Center or CCC. Inmates can get placed in a half-way house 6 months before their release dates if they have programmed satisfactorily and kept out of trouble while in prison. I would be 6-months short to release in April 1996, so putting in at this scheduled Team meeting was the proper time to do so considering the amount of lag time they needed to process the paper work. I had completed a 3-month half-way house placement back in 1979 without breaking any of the rules or getting in any trouble so I expected no problem in getting a referral to one this time. Both the psychiatrist and a psychologist who examined me for the court before sentencing back in 1994 even recommended a community-type of placement instead of prison. Even though my criminal record is longer this time, there are no intentional acts of violence on it. And even if there were, that shouldnt matter that much. I see other inmates with robberies or burglaries on their record go to half-way houses and all robberies and residential burglaries are considered crimes of violence, even if no gun was present or no one was home.
Mr. Wisehart chaired my Unit Team meeting that November day in 1995. (I just couldnt shake loose of this culprit.) Also present were my Case Manager, Ms. G. Tunder, and my Correctional Counselor, Mr. Davenport. I was flat out turned down by Mr. Wisehart strictly because of my 1971 child molesting conviction. But it was on my record back in 1979 and you guys let me go to a half-way house then, I told him. Without shame he admitted theres politics behind half-way house denials for molesters. He told me, the political climate has changed since then. They dont want people like you out on the streets now. With thoughts of Willie Horton or Richard Allen Davis surely on his mind, Mr. Wisehart then said if we let you out early [to a half-way house] and you re-offended it would look bad on us as to why we let you out early. I guess he figures their ass is covered in that if I re-offended after my mandatory release date, they wouldnt look bad to the news media because they didnt let me out early before they legally had to. They had no empathy for me. They never cared about my feelings or the extra trauma I had suffered beyond what a normal inmate suffers in a prison setting. They were out just for #1; themselves. Cover their asses be damned about any damage it causes to me. Thats their way it seems.
Well, you should be wanting me out there as soon as possible I told him. Need I remind you that Ive been holding back who I believe set the fires cause I wanna make sure I got all my stuff back first that the feds took. By holding me back an extra 6 months that gives the real culprits and extra 6 months to disappear into the framework of society forever. And that could bring you guys bad media coverage once my other book [meaning this one] covering the fires hits the streets and explains how you contributed to a delay in bringing the likely culprits to justice. I should have added, Now are you after just screwing me over even if it brings you bad publicity or would you rather avoid such media attention? but didnt. I wonder how theyll deal with it once the shit hits the fan. At least they cant come back and snivel that I didnt try to tell them so.
Like I did with a previous appeal, I filed an administrative remedy with the warden (a BP-9) and continued on up the line through the regional director (BP-10) and then to the General Counsel of National Inmate Appeals in Washington D.C. (BP-11). I begged them to put their priorities on the right things for a change things that were a more pressing issue rather than continuing to revert back to an ancient out-of-date sex offense that was buried in my past a long time ago. I was denied at all levels of the appeal strictly because of my sexual history. They claimed that Bureau policy prohibits sending sex offenders to half-way houses yet that is in error. Program Statement 7310.01 (which they quoted from) says that sex offenders whether in current offense or history
will not ordinarily be permitted to participate in a half-way house program. Will not ordinarily is different from are prohibited from. These last three words are not there which I brought to their attention as I appealed up the line. Some weeks earlier I had spoken to Mr. Leonard Lipsutz, the Community Corrections Manager from Phoenix, during a pre-release class I attended about my case in particular and was told my 1971 felony conviction does not disqualify me from participation. Those I appealed to tried to throw their own interpretation into the Program Statement. Although the policy does say ordinarily, the intent of the policy is to clearly prohibit sex offenders from such placement. I would sure like to hear from the authors of the Program Statement what their interpretation was. If they intended to prohibit all sex offenders from participating in a half-way house program it would have been the simplest thing in the world to merely word it as such.
Its interesting to note that in my administrative remedies I said:
On a totally separate issue regarding avoiding bad publicity I should mention that in another book Im writing about the Southern California wildfires of 1993. Because FBI & ATF agents had me under surveillance since before the first fire ever started they know I set none of the fires the letters I mailed 2 months earlier threatened. In my book I plan to disclose & detail how deceit & misconduct by FBI & ATF agents possibly lost them their best chance at more than likely solving many, if not all, of those arson fires. Because they resorted to behavior they knew by past experience I dont stand for I shut down & wouldnt tell them who I think set all the fires & what set off the crime spree. I planned to disclose names, details, & motives for the first time in my book figuring that because I had to wait so many months to get out (longer than a proper guideline sentence should have been) then they can wait to find out who the culprits might be. After all, turn about is fair play. Whether they are the real arsonists I dont know for sure as I never saw them after I mailed the letters but I do know that the longer it takes to track them down the less chance they still live at the same places I know about. Surely anyone who delays my release, which delays my book publication & disclosure, would receive bad press if the culprits were missed by just that time frame when I could have gotten out earlier but was denied. Their (FBI & ATF) botched activities may not bring the level of embarrassment as Ruby Ridge or Waco has done to them, but Im estimating it will be #3 once all the details are out there. Surely someone will say, knowing he was holding onto information why did you resort to the misconduct & deceit you did knowing he was hyper-sensitive about it? The main misconduct was tearing up the house in a very vandalous search after strong admonishments not to. Being I wasnt allowed out on bail I have to wait until I get out to put it in pre-vandalism condition &, in return, so can they wait for my information. Surely anyone delaying that release & resultant information outflow could receive bad press right along with the original guilty culprits; the FBI & ATF. Enough said?
Further on I told them:
You may want to review the case of an inmate I heard about from [USP] Atlanta that got over a million dollars after he was attacked because he was a child molester. Didnt sound like he had as strong of a case of negligence than I do. And you should be aware how much more determined I am to get justice for that attack after being put in the hole for trying to fix a door that was improperly installed by CMS staff to begin with. What is so especially angering is that I am put in the hole on just the word of an inmate who turned me in yet when I offer to ID my attackers Im told my word alone isnt good enough to write an incident report. Yet they could surely put them in the hole for weeks for investigation without a shot as you guys are prone to doing. But no, you just want them to slide by because they didnt damage anything of yours. Well Im bound & determined to not let Lompoc get away with it!
I then offered a gracious out. I am open to discussion if an offer of a 6-month half-way house
was placed on the table in exchange for: my clearing any & all BOP staff of accountability of any kind for the vicious attack upon me, along with my agreement to not settle the matter either in court or out. I also let it be known that I was, open to discussion on the Hibbard theft with no punishment on the culprit other than a reprimand.
With all that with that amount of graciousness and amnesty, they still wouldnt let me go to a half-way house. The only conclusion that can foreseeably be reached is that all levels on up through Washington D.C. accept accountability for all the violations I was willing to pardon them on here. Well, I have no problem with that; not a bit. Its cool with me. And I also have no problem whatsoever justifying to myself allowing the real arsonists, my former friends, an extra 6 months of freedom to make up for the extra 6 months of freedom I got cheated out of. And if anybodys got a problem with my attitude; well tough shit. I tried to tell them so!!! (And no one can snivel that they werent told.)
On December 14, 1995 Lt. Barton put me in the hole for talking to another inmates wife on the phone. Now this time he had a legitimate right to punish me. I did break a prison rule; minor as it was. A day or two into the nation-wide lock down the previous October, staff were in the process of taking selected black inmates out of the general population and putting them in the hole if they had any suspicion they would be apt to cause trouble. Bear in mind, none of them had done so; we didnt have any troubles at our institution over the crack/powder cocaine disparity issue. They just wanted to make sure there would be no trouble when we get released off of lockdown. Cricket, a black inmate locked in the TV room dormitory with me was telling us that he knew that they would be coming to take him to the hole. In fact, he was looking forward to it. I believe he wanted to transfer from this institution. In recent days before the lock down he had been having some rather close-friendship-like talks with our counselor, Mr. Davenport. In remembering back to conversations I heard between Cricket and friends of his, I believe he had been asking Davenport for help on something and I think it was to get a transfer. Before the lock down come about, Cricket had borrowed some personal property from other friends of his and was now in the process of leaving it with a couple of the black inmates in the TV room with instructions as to who gets what. He previously asked me if he could borrow 2 AAA batteries for his radio when he saw me opening a new 4-pack in order to get 2 out for my radio. I usually dont make a habit of loaning things out but, not wanting any hard feelings with someone living in the same room with me, I gave him 2 batteries and he said he would pay me back when he goes to the store. The very night of the lockdown staff, in an attempt to placate us, let us fill out requests to purchase items from the commissary. Our purchases were delivered to us the next day and although Cricket got goodies for himself and his friends to eat, he made no attempt to get me my batteries; nor did he offer an excuse or apology. (Even before the lock down went into effect, he neglected to pay me back when he shopped twice at the store that I know of.) Because we were locked down I kept my feelings of disgust to myself, after all they were only worth about a dollar. Still, tight with money me didnt like it; and besides, it was the principle of it. A day or so later Cricket was taken to the hole and I assumed that any chance of him paying off his debt was over.
When I was in the hole for the above-mentioned door-tampering incident I overheard Cricket speaking loudly to a friend in an adjoining general population housing unit and asking him to call his wife to let her know his situation about the hole and pending transfer. General population inmates have access to telephones most of the time, whereas those of us in the hole get to use it once a week for one brief call. I heard Cricket yelling out his Phone Access Code, a PIN like number each inmate is assigned, and his wifes phone number. The thought occurred to me that by taking down the number I could call her and make a little waves in their relationship as sort of a return for him refusing to make good on his debt when he fully had the chance to do so. After I got out of the hole last time I anonymously called her and told her that Cricket was regularly corresponding with another woman. And I didnt even have to exaggerate the events. Cricket openly spoke of the letters he was exchanging with her when he was talking with his friends in the TV room. It may have only been a little over a dollar that he gypped me out of, but it was the principle of it. Money is a hot-button issue to me when its unfairly taken from me. Despite what some thought, it had absolutely nothing to do with him being black. It sure felt good to throw a monkey wrench into their relationship as it always does when non-violently avenging wrongs (within the Guidelines of VOCAL) knowing hed feel some emotional upset just as I felt over what he did to me. Being a firm believer in turn about is fair play, I was especially joyous that evening as I took my evening walk in the yard while listening to my usual talk-radio shows. I made the mistake though of telling her that the reason I was calling was because Cricket owed me money and refused to pay me back. At the time I said it I didnt think Cricket would tie it to me because he owed other inmates money on gambling debts he often had. He regularly bet on sporting events in some of the pools run by inmates but he was known to make good on those bets he lost.
Apparently, Cricket gave my name to Lt. Barton as the likely suspect calling his wife. Barton called me in and I stupidly admitted it and explained the reason why. Technically, its a violation of prison rules to call a person not on ones approved phone list, but its hardly ever enforced. Often inmates will tell a friend right out in plain view of staff to call such and such and give out the phone number without hesitation. In fact, Cricket was out in the holes exercise yard and under direct supervision by an officer when he yelled out his wifes phone number and his Phone Access Code number to a general population inmate on the other side of a wall. And this happens daily. The window of my cell in the hole overlooked the small exercise yard we used. When inmates are out in the yard there is always an officer present supervising. Very seldom did an officer tell an inmate to stop communicating with one of the inmates on the other side of the wall. Quite often, an inmate in the hole asked someone to make a call for them because using the phone in the hole was very limited. So if staff regularly disregards the rule why then is Barton being so nit-picky when I broke it? Could he be holding a grudge against me because he doesnt like my attitude about the judicial system? In another memo to staff I said, Dont you dare selectively enforce a rule on day for 1 person & then disregard it for a multitude of others. Thats a double standard I wont stand for!!! And I wont.
Lt. Barton was debating among some other staff members present in the room whether to lock me in the hole for my misdeed or not. What clinched it though was when I reminded him of Officer Hibbards theft of my property and that if they are going to be extra picky about a minor rule I broke then why dont they be just as picky about a prison violation committed against me by one of their own. I think I also threw in the fact that Im still waiting to ID my attackers from Lompoc. With that I was handcuffed and led off to the hole. Surprisingly, he didnt give me a shot though. It would have even been a valid one. I was let back out on December 22nd, just in time for Christmas. In view of the fact that my offense was less serious than Hibbards, I shouldnt be held accountable if he isnt. If he was going to get by with it and me not I would charge Barton for these days in the hole, but as mentioned above, Hibbard and the Bureau are being held accountable and they are paying for their thefts. Therefore, Ill accept punishment of the hole on my phone crime as long as Hibbard is being held accountable for his misbehavior which I am doing as indicated in Chapter 20. No fees are charged on this double-standard violation; and thats damn generous of me seeing that I was held accountable when a multitude of others commit the very same offense daily from the hole under staff supervision with no objections, and its damn generous of me seeing that I missed 9 more days from my computer class plus two special Christmas programs put on by performers who had come in from the outside. (In reality, I should at least make them pay my way to two Christmas presentations now to make up for those two missed. It wouldnt take much to add that requirement. A grumble out of them in the wrong way would do it real quick!)
Officially it was Lt. G. Jacquez who signed the Detention Order, but Barton was the culprit behind the misdeed. This is goin on his rap sheet. Jacquez was merely one of the staff members in the room at the time I was talking to Barton. And officially I was locked up, for his own safety since a threat against him is perceived. Lt. Bartons reasoning apparently being that Cricket would be mad at me and want to get me. Well first of all, Cricket didnt know for a fact that it was me. And second, he was in the hole and up for transfer so he couldnt get me anyway. And if Barton was concerned Cricket would get word to an inmate on the yard to get me then thats on them for letting inmates in the hole yell over to general population inmates against prison rules. So basically, that reason for locking me up was a big farce. They should pay big time for this hole injustice but, as I said above, as long as Hibbard is being held accountable as Im seeing to it that he will be Ill accept accountability for my phone crime, even though others who commit the offense can slither off scot-free with no reprimand whatsoever. Dont ask me why Im being this generous they truly dont deserve it. But if it gets Hibbard the proper punishment I guess its worth it! He mustnt remain an unpunished thief forever.
As 1995 turned into 1996 I was hoping Lt. Barton would stay out of my face unless I actually did something wrong. Unfortunately for all of us, that was not the case. Becoming like a turd that wouldnt flush, he did it yet again. I guess once that OATH incident come to the surface he was bound and determined to get me one way or another. They just dont like it when inmates express views that are unpopular with prison officials.
The above paragraph was written before I got those exempt memos. Now I see Wisehart is the turd that wouldnt flush. Barton was just a little shit that was just clinging on. If his name was Worf, would that make him a Klingon? Oh, thats bad really bad! Sorry bout that folks, I just couldnt pass it up. A Wisehart to Barton memo (which got my name spelled correctly this time) dated January 15, 1996 really confirms the problems I had been having with the Hispanic inmates which is covered in the paragraphs below. I never seen it in writing before how they wanted me out of the unit so bad, but now I know. And you have to know that the blood trail leads right back to Hibbards doorstep it was his thefts that were responsible for me being in the cot/TV room for all this time. Besides the below-listed offenses I was accused of doing, Wisehart addresses another one I was unaware of; The microwave [oven] cord in that area has been spliced down and is bald. He also mentioned, There have been reports that the mops kept in the cot room rest room has been cut and flushed down the toilet. Despite improper English, he told me they were thrown out the window. After telling Barton of my offenses he then says, Several inmates have become upset with this action. At 3:00 PM inmate [whose name and number is blacked out] entered my office to inform me that there is going to be trouble if something isnt done. Wisehart then continues his single page by again mentioning that I, continue to refuse to pay his financial responsibility without mentioning Hibbard as the responsible party. They just want to hush that up dont they? And the last paragraph is the nail in my coffin, We need him removed from the unit and need to take a serious look at moving him to an institution where closer supervision is possible. Hes the one that comes out the big goat in all this mess about cheating me out of my computer class and, in return, keeping the arsonists out among us free people a while longer. Keep all this stuff in mind when we figure up his goat level in Chapter 21. Youre going to see real shortly how that tactic to solve the problem was akin to calling the fire department to put out a small camp fire.
On January 16, 1996 Barton put me in the hole, this time for; spitting in the water faucet, kicking the water faucet, cutting a power cord, flushing cleaning supplies down the toilet, and throwing things out a window. (The Detention Order was officially signed by Lt. G. Germaine and the lock up reason stated I was, pending further investigation and review of the inmates CIM assignment. CIM stands for Central Inmate Monitoring, a status I was on since being attacked at USP Lompoc. Before staff transfers a CIM inmate they need to make sure the place he goes to does not have a known enemy which would also be on CIM status. But in my case, they dont know my attackers. Maybe Beverly is on the status so were not housed together, but thats it. [From those FOI Exempt papers we got I know Beverly is on it. His name, along with other selected parts on some pages, were blacked out, but I could still make out his last name, and even his first name, James, which I never knew before this.] The CIM form stated, You[r] require separation from individual(s) currently confined in the Federal Prison System for the mutual protection of all concerned.) Although they never wrote me a shot for these things, they apparently come to the conclusion that I wore out my welcome. They put me in for a transfer using the official excuse that my life was in danger. As indicated above, I had exchanged words with some of the Hispanic inmates living in Mojave-Bs TV room regarding excess smoke and wanting to leave the door open so we could get some fresh air while they are smoking.
Friends of some of those who Id had disputes with told staff that I did those particular deeds mentioned above. I told staff I did not do those things and provided them with a more likely scenario as to what did happen. Someone cut the power cord on the TV in the Mexican TV room. Although no one saw the culprit, they suggested I was him. (In another Wisehart to Barton 1-page memo dated January 16, 1996 it says I was seen cutting the TV cord. It ends by saying, he [the inmate snitch whose name is blacked out] indicated it is common knowledge amongst all the Hispanic population that Larsen has cut cords, kicked coolers, flushed cleaning supplies down the toilet and damaged other property. All the Hispanics huh? Remember that when I talk a bit later about sharing a cell in the hole with a Hispanic who lived in Mojave-B that didnt know me at all, other than seeing me around. And if Im supposedly guilty of all these things, then why is it only the Hispanics that are snitching? Wouldnt it anger whites and blacks too? Could the Hispanics all be conspiring together to get me out of the unit? Hmmm. I believed so before, and even more so since I saw all these exempt memos.) In reality, I believe the Mexicans themselves cut their cord so they could get a new TV. The channel changing and sound level push buttons were no longer working due to long-time overuse and carelessness on that particular set. The only way to change them was with the remote control so staff let one of the Mexican inmates keep the remote in his cell for that purpose. The blacks were in the same boat with their TV and, like the Mexicans, they were also allowed to retain one of the remotes on a permanent basis. When their set went out totally the recreation department brought them a brand new TV right out of the box rather than fixing the old one. I believe the Mexicans thought they could get a new TV too if theirs was to become defective. They had already complained about the broken buttons but as long as it was usable staff did nothing about it. With it totally out, staff would be there right away with another set while theirs was in the shop. Either theyd get a brand new one or theyd get theirs fixed right. As it turned out, they did get a brand new set.
As far as flushing cleaning supplies down the toilet heres the scoop on that. A 5-gallon container of floor wax or stripper, along with other janitorial supplies, is often stored in that cell which is left vacant so those of us sleeping in the converted TV room can use as a restroom. Inmates that are into drinking alcoholic beverages will, on occasion, cook up their own brew. This concoction, known as pruno, is made by mixing fresh fruit, sugar, and (if they can steal it from the kitchen) yeast together in a plastic trash bag. (I understand the kitchen no longer bakes with yeast for that reason.) After mixing it all together they tie the bag into a knot in order to seal it and then set it aside in a dark place so it can ferment for a few days and turn into alcohol or wine as they call it. Most cleaning supplies are stored behind locked doors, but small quantities are left out so we can get to them when needed. When I was living in a cell I would often go to that container of wax to get some so I could wax our floor. Sometimes, instead of finding liquid wax, Id run into a sealed up plastic bag containing pruno hidden inside with the lid snapped back on so staff will not suspect anything is amiss. Whoever makes this stuff doesnt hide it in their own cell just in case staff conducts one of their random searches. If it is found in this room open to everyone all they lose is the pruno; no one gets caught and no one goes to the hole. If in fact someone did dump 5 gallons of wax or stripper down the toilet I believe they did so in order to have a place to hide their pruno.
As far as spitting in the water faucet, heres the story on that one. That particular water faucet is a refrigerated unit. Mounted above it is a hot water faucet valve. One thing inmates can purchase in the commissary is dehydrated soups and dinners. They merely add water and then heat them up in one of the microwave ovens which are provided for our use. Somehow, the guys got to the water heater supplying that particular faucet valve and set the temperature so hot that when they add this water to their soups they dont have to use the microwave. Often in the bottom of the drinking fountains basin one will find food items left behind which apparently spilled over from somebody carelessly filling their container with water.
The particular cell bathroom the 12 of us living in the converted TV room used had one toilet and one sink with no partition between the two. Therefore, both could not be used at the same time. If inmates are late for work they are subject to going to the hole. Inmates are released to chow on a rotation schedule based on how well the housing unit scored on its weekly cleanliness inspection. If we scored farther down the line and ate breakfast later, as has happened, there was not too much time between breakfast and 7:30 a.m. work call. Time how long it takes you to wash up, brush your teeth, and shit and then multiply that by 12 and you can see that we were on a tight schedule. (In reality, not all inmates had to be at work at that time so the load was lessened. But still, many got up anyway to go out to the recreation yard.) Now add another complication. Because some inmates werent working, and were in fact sleeping at the time, some people that lived in cells didnt want to wake up their cell partner by flushing the toilet so they would use our bathroom to shit. So now, we were sharing the bathroom not only among ourselves, but among some inconsiderate inmates that had their own cells bathroom to use. I had already been late for work once and warned. I was also very fussy about brushing my teeth after meals, especially since I had a cracked tooth I didnt want to get food trapped in.
I would use that particular drinking fountain to brush my teeth in if the bathroom was in use. And sometimes I would use it even if the bathroom wasnt in use if I knew several inmates were in need of the toilet. One day, Orta, the Mexican inmate assigned to clean that particular faucet, whos also a buddy of that heavy-smoking Cuban alien, got on my case about brushing my teeth in it and warned me not to. It just so happens that on that day there was part of a jalapeño and a few noodles in the bottom of the basin. I showed them to my argumentative friend and he acknowledged what they were. Then I said, it was a Mexican who left that behind cause whites and blacks dont eat those things [referring to the jalapeños]. If youre gonna get on my case, why dont you jack up some of your buddies about making a mess first. I dont leave anything behind in the sink when Im done. I always see food in here and Ive never heard you saying anything to anybody else. I never bought those particular foods so I never left any food particles behind and you can verify that from the records kept of all the commissary purchases I made.
From the exempt memos I learned they complained about my water-faucet crime way back in November. Its a fact, I had been having words with inmate Orta for some time about brushing my teeth in his water fountain that he cleans and he had warned me to stop. Well I didnt, and the fact that he sniveled more about me than he did about others who actually did leave food particles behind, clearly shows it was a personal vendetta against me. How else to explain his lack of anger for the ones who really dirty up his faucet? Hmmm.
The only thing I changed after that day was limiting my teeth brushing in the faucet to if the bathroom was already full. If it was empty I used it, even if I knew others would be needing it soon. If the hot water temperature was set too high for hand washing, as it usually was, I would unplug the refrigeration unit and let the cold water run while I brushed my teeth so it would be room temperature by the time I was ready to rinse my mouth out. I avoided cold water mainly on account of the minor pain it caused to my cracked tooth. One particular day I was walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth when another inmate who lives in a cell rushed ahead of me so he could beat me to it. I was pissed. I went over to my old standby water faucet, but instead of reaching down and unplugging the unit like I normally did, I wrapped my foot around its short cord and yanked it out of the wall socket. In the process, the cord partially come lose from the plug and sparked with a loud sound which sort of sounded like a kick. Troublesome Orta, along with some of his buddies, just happened to be there to see it and said, what did you do, break it? As it turned out, I did. But all one had to do was refasten the plug. In any event, that was one of the things I was accused of. In Wiseharts January 16th memo an inmate whose name is blacked out, but was clearly Orta, gave him the broken plug.
As far as throwing things out a window, I have no explanation for that. More than likely that was a total fabrication just to add to the other things they were reporting. I am convinced the Mexicans conspired to get me removed from the housing unit, or in the very least, the TV room. (Needless to say, even more so after seeing the memos.)
Before continuing on, let me fill you in on another of Wiseharts infamous memos, this two pager dated January 19, 1996 to S.H. Houston, the Associate Warden of Programs. Once again, my name is misspelled. Boy, for a guy more concerned about spelling his name correctly (youll see what Im talking about shortly) than resolving the arson cases, he sure cant get others right. After filling Houston in on my past history he continues, However, on January 16, 1996, an excited, Hispanic inmate entered my office and told me that he had just seen Larson remove the false ceiling and attempt to cut the cable wire to the Hispanic television. [Thats one I never heard before.] The inmate reported that within the past few days, Larson was seen spitting in their drinking fountain [notice how they claim it as theirs, even though it is for everyones use and how they neglect to add that I was brushing my teeth or that their own people leave food particles behind], flushing wax and stripper down the cot room bathroom toilet, slicing the electrical cord to the Hispanic television and kicking the water fountain cord with enough force to break it. This inmate stated that he did not want to get involved in any problems, but that the Hispanic population of Mojave B had taken all they were going to take and if Larson continued to damage what they considered theirs, somebody was going to get hurt. After telling Houston how he notified Barton, who then put me in the hole, he went on to add, It is common knowledge in the unit that Larson has consistently destroyed their [theres that word their again, never is it the whites property, or the blacks property, Im only a vandal to the Hispanics property. Do you smell the Hispanic conspiracy here folks?] property and there is going to be trouble if Larson returns to the unit. Recognizing the fact that Larson is ten months from release, the Unit Team feels that it is in the best interest of the security of this institution that Larson not return to this compound. We are convinced that if he does, an incident will occurr. [His misspelling here] We are therefore recommending that he be transferred to another medium security facility. What is especially angering also is that Wisehart told Houston I admitted that I had sprung the door but he didnt finish the story that it was accidental after their own staff installed it improperly. Here, all this time I had been holding Barton culpable for cheating me out of my computer class when its all Wiseharts doing. Well, at least I know the truth. He alone has the responsibility for making the arrangements that are necessary so I can complete it.
Staffs solution to all this was to transfer me out of the institution for my own safety. Was this the same Bureau of Prisons that only a year and a half earlier sent me to one of the most violent prisons there is where I had a known enemy that now all of a sudden is so concerned about my safety after I exchanged a few words with some inmates? If they really were concerned, they could have just moved me to the non-smoking Pima housing unit and that would have solved everything. But no, they needed a reason to get me out of the place and this was their pass key. I could have moved to Pima a year ago when Mojave-B changed from a non-smoking unit to a smoking unit, but chose to stay because I had a very compatible non-smoking cell mate (who was Hispanic, by the way) who wanted to stay in this unit where his friends were. Now that I was in a smoke-filled TV room, the idea of moving to Pima was the most logical choice. Both A and B sides of Pima house only non-smoking inmates. No one over there was mad at me. On the contrary, they would have fully understood my disgust with living in a poorly-ventilated smoke-filled room. And the inmates in smoke-infested Mojave-B surely wouldnt be out to get me on the yard for merely exchanging some angry words with them. (They just wanted me away from them.) Although sometimes inmates do have a serious grudge with somebody where it is necessary to get that person out of the general population for good, that was not the case here. Saying my life was in danger over those particular exchanges of words was just a phony excuse to get me out of the institution because I had become a nuisance to them with all my complaining and filing administrative remedies. These things were over; FRP payments, the attack upon me and why my attackers werent being brought to justice, a box of property lost by MDC-LA, stolen magazines, the infamous OATH, stolen personal property by Officer Hibbard, my routine and open reference about him as Criminal Officer Hibbard rather than by his prison-given title of Correctional Officer Hibbard, and even a request to allow inmates to have personal pocket TVs.
Staff has a way of transferring inmates away, its not just this institution. Its commonly known that they will transfer trouble making or even merely nuisance inmates around and wont hesitate to exaggerate a reason in order to get the powers that be to authorize the transfer if they dont have a reason that is legitimately strong enough. (They call it diesel therapy Putting you on a bus and sending you elsewhere. After my OATH incident, covered above, Strahl used the word diesel as part of his veiled threat to entice me to agree to not pass around or administer my OATH to others.) And thats basically what they did here. This was confirmed by Mr. Crawford, the Correctional Counselor I had at FCI Sheridan, Oregon, the institution I got sent to. I reviewed my Central File before I went home in hopes of ascertaining the real reason I was sent off. Because of the exempt part of my file that I wasnt allowed to see, I asked Mr. Crawford to review it and confirm my suspicions that they basically just wanted to get rid of me. Although he wasnt allowed to disclose the contents of this exempt part, he did confirm my suspicions. (Of course, now that I saw those parts myself it just confirms it even more.)
And heres another thing. Shortly before my transfer from FCI Phoenix, I shared a cell in the hole with a Mexican inmate from Mojave-B. Although we were only together for a few hours possibly staff realized it would look bad for them seeing I was getting along with a Mexican from my own housing unit when, according to staff, they are all suppose to be mad at me we spoke about my reason for being in the hole. He didnt even know me, other than previously seeing me in the housing unit, and didnt know why I was in the hole. If I was on all the Mexicans shit list, as staff alleges, I would have been talked about widely among them and this cell mate surely would have known about me. Moving me to Pima would have satisfied everything. But no; staff wanted me out of the institution and now they have to pay for that!
On January 28, 1996 I wrote a letter to Mr. Wisehart and Lt. Barton offering them certain information and asking if it, is worth letting me out of the hole very soon. I told them how, I stumbled onto several inmates preparing 2 devices in order to wire-tap staff in order to overhear something in hopes of blackmailing someone to bring in drugs. I explained further how I later overheard, they had someone in mind, and that someone was apparently, a woman. I offered to provide them with more details but neither asked for any. Its really not part of Mr. Wiseharts job description to ask for any, but Lt. Barton is another matter. As the institutions Special Investigative Supervisor, this is his territory but he apparently decided to remain silent on the matter.
What the inmates had was one of the FM transmitters which are used in the TVs that are located in the common areas. Due to overcrowding, each housing unit converted one of their TV rooms into a dormitory and the one I was assigned to had room for 12 inmates. To make up for the loss of a TV room, staff mounted a TV in the common area. This area is used for playing cards, dominoes, table games, pool, and even letter writing or having conversations. In order to keep noise levels down, this particular TV had its speaker disabled and a low-power FM transmitter installed. Inmates are allowed to have only walk-man style radios that dont have speakers. They tune their radios to the FM frequency transmitting the TV sound and hear it in their earphones.
The wire-tapping inmates got either a new transmitter out of the electronic communications shop or a used one out of a broken TV. Inmates work in this shop along with adjoining shops so getting such items is no problem. They rigged it up to be battery powered and pick up and transmit the sound from a microphone. They planned to overhear some kind of dirt on a staff member and then blackmail that person to bring drugs into the institution or they would divulge the dirt.
Drugs have been problems in every prison Ive ever been in, and Im sure theyre probably in all the others too. Theyll go as far as have someone who comes to visit them bring drugs wrapped up in balloons. They will swallow these balloons and shit them out days later thereby retrieving their stash. If an inmate is suspected of doing this he is locked in a cell with just a bucket and no toilet so he cant flush the evidence and stays there until he takes a dump. This is unofficially called putting the inmate on potty watch. Shoving things up their ass is another way to get things into the institution. To keester (pronounced keys tur, as in the first syllable to the word turkey) it is what they call it. One cell mate I had in state prison referred to his ass as the vault because thats where he hid things in a hurry when staff was coming to search the cell.
When I was the institutions yard photographer at FCI Terminal Island back in the early 80s, one of the perks of the job was getting two free pictures for myself for each 35mm roll of film I turned in for staff to get developed. I could also get two extra shots per roll by using the leader at the beginning and end of each roll (frame 0 and 37 on a 36-exposure roll). At $1.50 per shot Id make six bucks a roll and usually go through three or four rolls a week. We were allowed to have up to $20.00 in coins in our possession for spending in the vending machines located on the yard and in the visiting room. Some inmates wanted more money to spend than they were permitted to withdraw from their accounts so they would smuggle paper money (referred to as green by us inmates) in during visits. They then looked for inmates with excess coins that were willing to trade. After I got too much with all the pictures I was taking, Id trade it off for green and give that to my parents when theyd come to visit me. Every time Id get a twenty from someone it would be damp and smell a bit like shit. Thats because it had been washed after being up the guys ass so he could pass by the strip search coming in off of his visit. I didnt need to do that though when I was taking money back out to my parents because we werent stripped searched going out to a visit.
The point of all this being, that inmates have inventive ways of getting things into institutions, so when an opportunity presents itself to get staff to bring something in, that is a valued thing to possess. Obviously, it was a lot better to have a staff member bring drugs or whatever in, and that was these inmates plan. Thanks to Lt. Bartons decision to keep me in the hole rather than find out the identity of these culprits, they may still be doing it. Chalk it up to another one of those misplaced priorities or penny wise, pound foolish situations.
And if drugs arent a concern, what about weapons? A few years before I was there some inmates arranged to get a piece of equipment sent out to a certain place to get fixed. A person at that place put guns inside and when it reentered the institution no one opened it to inspect it. The inmates attempted to shoot their way out of the institution and were killed in the process. Im sure steps have been taken to prevent a repeat of something like that. But staff arent searched coming into the institution. Can you see the danger here? It seems Barton didnt!
In my letter of January 28th I also advised them of a breach of security with the computers inmates have access to. The computers in the class I was in had a program called WatchDog that kept us out of DOS or files other than the ones we were permitted to access for classroom work. Some inmates use computers as a part of their work assignments. I advised Wisehart and Barton that, some inmate accessible computers do not have WatchDog set up to the same tight level of security as the ones in our computer class have. I then went on to tell him about what the inmates who work in the Federal Prison Industries section of the prison are able to do. Supervising staff members can override WatchDog with a password if they need to get to the DOS prompt to fix a problem with a computer an inmate is using. In a moment of distraction, possibly planned, the inmate then types in, or maybe had a pre-written macro do it, C:\ATTRIB -H AUTOEXEC.BAT <enter>. This makes the Autoexec file, which runs at start up and launches WatchDog, no longer a hidden file. This step is necessary before the next one. The inmate then types, or lets a macro type, C:\ATTRIB -R AUTOEXEC.BAT <enter>. This takes off the read-only status of the Autoexec file so the inmate can write to it and save his changes. When the staff member is done he or she reactivates WatchDog unaware of the breach of security. One program the inmate has legitimate access to is a word processor called WordPerfect. With this he can go in and REM out the WatchDog Logon line in the Autoexec file, thereby deactivating it, save his changes and on reboot the computer will be a regular computer without security features present leaving the inmate with access at the DOS level and to any files he wants or any on the network that computer is attached to. When hes done he can take out the REM statement, save the change, and on reboot WatchDog launches normally leaving staff unaware of the breach of security. And it is my understanding that there are some very sensitive areas he can really get into.
One separate housing unit of the prison known as Mesa housed high-level snitches who testified in some big-time criminal cases. Those of us in the general population never associated with or even saw these inmates, nor did we even know their names; except
Before I ever learned about the above mentioned breach of computer security, one inmate told me how his supervisor inadvertently left his computer at the DOS prompt. This particular inmate worked on the payroll files for inmates who worked in the Federal Prison Industries. Mesa has their own smaller industries set up where some of the inmates housed over there worked. He, of course, saw the names of those general-population inmates who worked for industries, but when he came to those workers who were housed in the witness security Mesa all he saw was a coded prison number. For a short time before he reactivated WatchDog he went nosing around on his own to see what he could see. Somewhere along the line he saw the actual names for these inmates he once only saw numbers for. Now I wonder what such information would be worth to a big time mobster who lost millions on account of a snitch? And to think, it was more important to get me out of the institution than it was to find out what I knew about breaches of security. Are you thinking misplaced priorities like I am? Hmmm.
I also told them how inmates would work on their own personal work, which they werent suppose to do, and then hide their files as a macro which they would then embed within another macro. Another way to hide something is to reset the system clock in the CMOS setting temporarily to a date near the time many of the system files were saved. One could then save a personal file into the DOS directory with a cryptic system-looking name and no one would suspect it. These two hiding techniques didnt even require bypassing WatchDog, but if you have defeated it you can then type, C:\ATTRIB +H <filename> <enter> to make it invisible. These things arent really a breach of security, but I was doing whatever I could do to stay there so I could complete my computer class.
I let them know how I had been in the class since May 2, 1995 and had put a lot of work in it to earn a certificate from Central Texas College. This course contained 5 terms with each term teaching us how to use a new computer program or about something relative to computer technology. The last terms study contained Office Accounting and Automated Office Management. I was part way through my last term and would have graduated in about 3 weeks. As Ive said before, astronomy and bird watching are 2 serious hobbies Ive had for years. Computers is a more recent hobby, but it is just as serious of an interest. I told you earlier how I corrected the mistake they made on my release date back at FCI Terminal Island so I could complete a computer class I was in. Even though it was nowhere near as advanced as this one, it was still important enough to me that I was willing to do another 50 some days in prison which made me miss my parents 40th wedding anniversary and my birthday. And now they want to cheat me out of the rest of my class Im almost done with and cared less that it was so important to me. Obviously I am extremely mad.
I wrote a letter to Associate Warden of Programs Houston addressing much of what I have here and said the same thing in an administrative remedy which was answered by Associate Warden of Operations Cannon who was acting warden at the time. (Floyd was apparently out of town.) I even said I would resume my FRP payments so I could get a cell in order to be out of the TV room, which was the center of all this problem. I would have preferred resolving the stolen-property issue first, seeing that it was legitimate property to have, but I was going out of my way to resolve everything in a way we could all live with. I wanted to complete my computer class and that was too important to miss. Letting Hibbard slide by unpunished was a concession I was willing to accept at the time.
And to show you even further just how important my computer class was to me, I told the associate wardens, I have harped repeatedly about wanting to see a photo spread so I could ID the 2 attackers I saw but no one seems to care. Now Im willing to drop the issue if I could just get out of the hole & return to the yard. I would be willing to sign a statement I will not hold the BOP [Bureau of Prisons] responsible for transferring me to where a known enemy was & I will not pursue the case in court by way of a suit as I planned. Im trying to make a peace offering, a compromise, where we each give something in return. Please let me stay & return to the yard. Ill be sure I will remain out of trouble for the rest of my stay here. Thank you. I had previously reminded them that an inmate at a prison in Atlanta, Georgia got over a million dollars after being attacked because he was a child molester. (See also the United States Supreme Court case: Farmer v. Brennan (1994) 128 L Ed 2d 811, regarding prison staff responsibility for a homosexual who got attacked.) And I previously wrote letter after letter and memo after memo including mentioning it in several of my anger-venting administrative remedy appeals to various Bureau of Prisons people proclaiming I had no intention of letting my attackers slither by unpunished. So this was a damn, damn generous offer all because my computer class was so important to me. But would they accept my out and still save face? No; they wouldnt even consider it. So obviously they will be held accountable for the attack upon me, along with the theft of my property as is indicated within these pages. But my resolution offer is still real cheap.
One thing that was particularly angering was when I offered to purchase my accounting class textbook so I could finish the course from right in the hole. For this terms study we didnt even need the computer. We basically used a spreadsheet program just as a calculator to add our columns of numbers which were a part of our accounting homework. I could have added up everything the old fashioned way manually and completed the course if I could have just gotten my book. The hard-cover textbook in question was just loaned to us until we finished with the class. We each got a soft-cover workbook to enter our class assignments in and this one we would be allowed to keep. Inmates arent allowed to have hard-cover books in the hole. Staff thinks they are a security risk, although Im not sure what their concern is. There was no problem having soft-cover books though. I asked if I could purchase the hard-cover book and then let them cut the covers off so it would have no hard covers. I figured thats a reasonable request. It would then be a soft-cover book and I could have it with no problem to finish my class. But no, they said, having altered property is against prison rules. But that doesnt stop you from breaking them if it fits your needs; like stealing an inmates property, if you know what I mean. And I know they did.
They say they were so concerned about my safety that they wouldnt let me out on the yard. But the thing is, the disputes I was having were centering around living in the TV room, a room I wouldnt have been in if I didnt use the money I was saving for FRP payments to repurchase the things Officer Hibbard stole. Seeing that it was their fault, they should have given somewhat. With my books I could have completed my class in the hole and if they would have done that I would have quietly accepted the transfer. But not now! I even asked Captain M. Sandels and Warden Floyd to help me out when they would pass by my cell on their periodic rounds but they wouldnt even lift a finger.
So now Im charging them whatever Central Texas College charges for the class, the cost for an apartment in Killeen, Texas for one month (where Central Texas College is located), any other living expenses which I would incur above whatever I would be dishing out if I was at home, airline costs to and from the nearest airport to Killeen, Texas weekly so I can take care of things at home when Im out of school on weekends, and the costs of a rental car needed to get around. (I wont pad the bill with a luxury car either; an economy model is O.K.) I wont accept taking an accounting class in some local college either. I was in Central Texas College, I was working toward their certificate, and I want to complete their course. I should make them pay for a trip to FCI Phoenix when they have their next graduation ceremonies in the inmate visiting room because I should have been a part of that too but Ill let them slide on that one. If they dont want to do the right thing and make the arrangements for me to complete my class Ill charge them a flat fee somewhat above what their actual expenses would be if they arranged my stay in Killeen, Texas. This fee reflects a punishment added to whatever the actual costs would be. Assuming theyll take the easy but more expensive route Ill reflect their flat fee here. This fee includes our soft-cover workbook that we would have been allowed to keep. When I went to the hole the officer bagging my property up thought it was a school book and sent it back to them so I never got it. Written requests to the education department for it went unanswered. I set that flat fee at $5,000.00 which youll see tallied up again in Chapter 20 where all costs are compiled.
(While the above figure is not an actual out-of-pocket expense, readers must know that Wisehart, Barton, and their cohorts are not getting off the hook that easy. Theres too much anger over this issue. I was purposely cheated out of completing my course and they must not prevail on that. The very last time I saw Wisehart was when he come to my cell in the hole and told me that I had been designated to another institution, but he refused to tell me which one. Right after that I asked, you know, Im the only one in the entire world who knows the identity of the real arsonists. I was planning to disclose that information in my book. Do you have any objection to me naming you as the reason it is being delayed because I wont let it out until you arrange for me to complete my computer class youre cheating me out of? In a big pompous attitude he responded back, as long as you spell my name correctly, I hate it when people misspell my name. O.K., thats David L. Wisehart, W-I-S-E-H-A-R-T, Wisehart. There I got it right Dave ol buddy. And thats where were at right now. Were waiting for Mr. Wisehart and his co-conspirator, SIS Lt. B. Barton, to make arrangements with Central Texas College so I can complete my last semester and get my graduation certificate. [After seeing the exempt memos, I gotta remove Barton from the requirement. He was merely one of Wiseharts many tools in this transfer fiasco. While Wisehart is welcome to use any of his available tools to get me enrolled, the buck really stops at him. Be rest assured though I will always spell your name correctly. Dont wanna get ya mad. I see how you treat people youre mad at.] [Wisehart got an 18-page letter detailing all of the FCI Phoenix shenanigans I had to put up with and not only did he decline to answer any of my accusations, but he has yet to make the necessary arrangements with Central Texas College so I can complete my computer class. I guess he needs some prompting. Hint, hint. (If you care to do that you can contact him, or his wife Terry, at home at: 2908 W. Evans Dr., Phoenix, AZ 85053-7708, (602) 863-9343.)] Barring that, the above figure remains in effect, and a part of the selling price. Would you like me to get you a Kleenex so you can snivel? Actually, there is a fairly easy and inexpensive out. That accounting text book we had was very good and explained everything very well. The class I was in only went through the first part of the book anyway and it wasnt all that hard. I could easily complete the course requirements right here at home without any teacher assistance. Just get me the hard-cover text book, its soft-cover workbook, and the other automated office management text book used in that final semester and Ill do it all right here. Surely the teacher could let me send assignments and periodic tests in the mail for grading. All youll be out then is book costs, my course fees, postage, and my standard hourly rate, $5.11 [later on I explain how I arrive at the very low figure], for study time. [Thats because I have to spend my more valuable time now to do it when it should have all been done when I was in prison on a less valuable-time schedule.]. Thats not bad considering what you stand to gain in the end. See, you didnt need a Kleenex after all. : - ) )
Two more exempt memos are interesting to bring up in this transfer conspiracy. And I say conspiracy with the utmost confidence, because there is no way anybody could arrive at any other conclusion. You see what you think at the end of this. Wisehart told me ahead of time that the Western Regional Office may decline to transfer me because my release date is so near. There was another inmate in the hole because he had an enemy in the general population, and he ended up doing all of his last several months right there because the Region declined his transfer him strictly because he was getting out so soon. While my release date was a little farther off than his, staff had to sell a good reason to the Region so they could get rid of me.
Back when I was attacked at USP Lompoc, their request to the Region was Transfer Code 323, a Close Supervision transfer. The warden there filled the Region in on the extensive publicity my arrest made, along with the fact that the media exposed my child molesting conviction. They even amplified it by saying I had six prior convictions of child molesting. It also mentioned James Beverly as knowing a 16-year-old girl I molested, when, in fact, it was a 16-year-old boy, Michael Reeves, and I only solicited him. Anyway, staff had discussed it with me ahead of time that they thought it would be better to transfer me back east, where there had been less media coverage about me, which would mean there was less of a chance that I would be known by the other inmates. I completely agreed with that. With my parents dead, I wasnt going to be getting visits from anyone, so being close to home didnt matter at all. The warden said, Based on this information, we believe that Larsens life would be in jeopardy if he were in general population at any facility in the Western Region. Therefore, we are recommending that he receive a close supervision transfer to another Bureau of Prisons facility commensurate with his security needs. Knowing that the Region doesnt like sending inmates outside of their home region, they tried to sell the move even further by saying, Subject indicates that he cannot return to Los Angeles, California. He will relocate to another area
. Where they got that I have no idea, but the bottom line was that they recommended I go to FCI Allenwood in Pennsylvania. With all that, including mentioning my concurrence to go outside of the region, the powers-that-be declined and sent me to FCI Phoenix, which is in the Western Region.
Now fast forward ahead to a memo dated January 25, 1996 from FCI Phoenix Warden Floyd to Mr. White, the Western Regional Director, and to the attention of R. English, the Regional Designator. If my life was really in danger from other inmates, and if those allegations the Hispanics made about me were true, another 323 close supervision transfer would have been an appropriate request to the Region. But for whatever reason, maybe because they knew it was all a bunch of bull shit, they tried to sell the Region on a transfer another way. I say above how USP Lompoc embellished things in order to sell a transfer out of the region. Now here, FCI Phoenix tries the goody-good approach. Im someone deserving of a transfer to a prison near home, which is something inmates far from home actively try to get and something the Bureau tries to grant. (And thats probably why they thought they could sell it.) First off, they recommend that I be sent to FCI Terminal Island, which is only an hour drive from my home, and then they had the nerve to tell the Region that I, AGREE WITH THE PLACEMENT OR TRANSFER. (This exempt memo, unlike all the others, was computer generated on a dot-matrix printer and is in all capitals.) Oh, and by the way, this is a TRANSFER CODE 313, a NEARER RELEASE transfer. Continuing on in their line of deception, they play it off by mentioning twice that I have received no INCIDENT REPORTS AT THIS FACILITY, while conveniently leaving out that I got a minor one back at MDC-LA in 1994. While they mention that Im refusing to pay my $300.00 Special Assessment, they proudly say, HE HAS MADE PROGRESS TOWARD COMPLETING THIS OBLIGATION and, HAS A BALANCE OF $175.00 REMAINING. And their RATIONALE FOR REFERRAL? HE HAS INDICATED TO HIS UNIT TEAM THAT HE WILL BE RELEASING TO VAN NUYS, CALIFORNIA. A REDESIGNATION TO A FACILITY IN CENTRAL CALIFORNIA WOULD ALLOW MR. LARSEN [theyre getting my name spelled right again] TO BETTER PREPARE FOR HIS RELEASE. Excuse me here people, wasnt it just a few months earlier that another institution thought my life would be in such a danger locally, where I made the most publicity, that they thought getting me clear across the country was the best thing to do? Now here, staff who is supposedly at least according to all those Wisehart to Barton memos concerned my life is in too much of a danger from Hispanic inmates to stay any longer, wants to move me to a more dangerous institution where undoubtedly I would be endangered by inmates who heard so much publicity about me on the local news. Pause a moment while we all scratch our heads in puzzlement here. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
. Youll recall how the various Wisehart to Barton memos put all the emphasis on my Hispanic-inmate problem and even quoted other inmates as saying, somebody was going to get hurt. So how do they address these concerns that took such prominence in the memos? IN ADDITION [as if it was just another little thing to add in], SEVERAL HISPANIC INMATES SUSPECT MR. LARSEN OF CUTTING THE CORD TO THE HISPANIC TELEVISION. [Now get this.] ALTHOUGH HE HAS NOT RECEIVED ANY DIRECT THREATS FROM OTHER INMATES, TENSION EXISTS IN THE HOUSING UNIT TOWARD MR. LARSEN. THE UNIT TEAM FEELS A NEARER RELEASE IS APPROPRIATE AND NEEDED AT THIS TIME.
(And keeping things hidden from those higher up on the judicial totem pole is not limited to this institution mind you. Because officials like to abide by judges recommendations, along with the fact that Judge Hupp recommended Lompoc at the time of sentencing, Lompocs warden, Mr. P.W. Keohane, wrote to Judge Hupp to advise him that I would be unable to remain at Lompoc. Surely one would expect Keohane to explain the vicious attack upon me wouldnt one? Well heres what he said. Due to the extensive media coverage that Mr. Larsen received in Southern California which exposed Mr. Larsens criminal history as a pedophile, he is not able to function in the general population at this facility. He has requested that he be transferred to another Bureau of Prisons facility away from this region. Subsequently, for Mr. Larsens safety, he is being referred for a close supervision transfer to another federal facility commensurate with his security needs. Do you think they wanted to keep it hidden that they sent me to a place where they knew I had a known enemy? Hmmm. Seems the Bureau is rife with deception. Do you have a picture of people trampling all over the Constitution like I do here?)
One day after Id already been told that staff decided to put me in for a transfer, Wisehart asked me, Other than Terminal Island, which isnt accepting any inmates, where would you like to go? In hindsight, it seems clear this question was asked after their Terminal Island request was denied. I never even knew they put me in for it, but was aware, from hearing other inmates talk, that Terminal Island was too crowded to accept any new inmates. I told Wisehart my choice was FCI Tucson, Arizona, remembering that they have an astronomy club there.
In another Floyd to White memo, this one dated February 20, 1996, but this time to the attention of the Correctional Services Administrator (who is not named), their RATIONALE FOR REDESIGNATION is no longer in the context of a good-guy transfer. Right off the bat they start off, Inmate Larsen was placed in the Special Housing Unit on January 16, 1996, after several inmates reported to the Unit Manager that Larsen had been involved in an argument with several Hispanic inmates. According to the Hispanic inmates, Larsen was seen vandalizing their television and water fountain. Although Larsen denies such allegations, Unit Staff feels it is in the best interest of all inmates safety that Larsen be transferred.
This is not the first time Larsen has been placed into the Special Housing Unit due to disputes with inmates housed in the Mojave B cot room. There has been ongoing problems for six months and the Unit Staff feels the problem has escalated to the point where Larsen must be removed from the institution. Although he is not seen as a serious danger to others, his continued presence in the unit may cause the problem to escalate from a verbal altercation to a physical one.
The Unit Team feels a Closer Supervision transfer is needed at this time. Larsens presence at FCI, Phoenix would be disruptive to staff, inmates, and the orderly running of this institution. Quite a different sales approach than the previous Floyd to White memo isnt it? Do you now smell a deceitful rat among the bunch? And what do you suppose the TRANSFER CODE was? Why 323, of course. They also made a point this time of mentioning my CIM ASSIGNMENT in that I need Separation from another inmate (although they didnt mention James Beverly by name or relate details of that incident) and that I needed Special Supervision. But I do have to hand it to Wisehart, he did recommend FCI Tucson to the Region. The Region sent me to FCI Sheridan, Oregon instead, but he still did honor my choice. As mad as he was at me, I would have expected anything but my choice, so there was one tiny pleasant surprise out of him. Seeing that he asked for my choice ahead of time and then honored it, I found it surprising when I saw it mentioned in the memo, DOES THE INMATE CONCUR WITH TRANSFER: and the response was, Due to the nature of this transfer, the inmate was not consulted. Now when you rewind to the previous Floyd to White memo it said I AGREED WITH THE PLACEMENT OR TRANSFER to FCI Terminal Island when they never asked me ahead of time. So go figure.
Before I saw all these exempt memos I had envisioned a vast conspiracy to get me out of the institution at all cost. While theres no doubt they wanted me gone no matter what, the conspiracy has shrunk to the point where the majority of conspirators were given biased or deceptive information about me. Floyd, Houston, Canon, Sandels, and every other high-ranking prison official against me staying were being fed by the prejudice tongue of Wisehart. While Barton would score second in the culpability factor, he was quite a bit farther down the line from Wisehart than I previously believed. Wisehart was the only one I expressed my intent to remain silent until they made arrangements for me to complete my computer class, and as I know now, thats as it should be the blood trail leads back to him, and nowhere else.
In any event, I was sent to FCI Sheridan, Oregon in March. Much of the taunting of me being a molester died down at FCI Phoenix as time progressed (an inmate who knew me from USP Lompoc recognized me when he got to Phoenix and spread it around). But now at a new prison, thanks to an inmate whose first name is Ray (who was transferred to Sheridan after he attacked an inmate at Phoenix in the spring of 1995), who knew of me, it started all over again worse than ever. I suffered more of it as the new kid in town so to speak. I had to put up with that for 6 months until I went home. Thats 6 months I should have been at a half-way house. But no, they didnt want to put people like me out on the streets any sooner than they legally had to. O.K. fine, I didnt want to put people like arsonists in off the streets any sooner than I logically had to either. Now if you dont like that statement, imagine how I feel about the previous one. Hmmm. And hmmm again, because its worth a second thought or even a third; hmmm!
On December 3, 1996, after Id been home for two months, a psychiatrist (who, by the way, for reference, was given the draft version of Revenge, my Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable in the version it was in at that time, and many of the documents I gave to the Bureau of Prisons as part of my administrative remedy appeals) interviewed me regarding participation in a court-ordered therapy program (which I didnt want). He happened to ask if I had any empathy for the innocent people I had previously victimized. Before I address that further I want to refresh your memory as to some of the things I said back in Chapter 9:
After suffering so many unfair, improper, and unnecessary abuses and monetary loses over the years by various members of the judicial system especially how the Secret Service very maliciously ransacked and vandalized our house, and particularly my bedroom on January 11, 1980 this action [making me pay the $48.00 cost of the public defender] by [Judge] Willett was the straw that broke the camels back [and led to the car vandalisms listed in Chapter 9]. I was mad about losing MY money I, as an innocent victim, shouldnt have lost, and I wanted it back. [For that I am not sorry at all even though I said so at the time to appease judicial personnel and possibly lower the punishment I could receive.]
[The thing I am] very sorry for [though is] the minor injuries that happened to a few people when some of the overspray mist blew onto their skin. My MO is one of a non-violent property offender (revenge tactics that merely cost, inconvenience, embarrass, and/or aggravate others as a response to violations committed against me as outlined in my OATH), not someone to injure others that is not my way, despite the fact that the district attorney put more emphasis on this part of my behavior.
And just so the record is straight; no, it wasnt just a $48.00 fee that led to the estimated half a million dollars in vandalism. That was just the final straw. Every other impropriety about this case which Ive already addressed along with the anger over vandalizing Secret Service agents back on vandalism day 1980 was already brewing. Being pressured out of this 48 bucks just raised the flame a notch higher and the tea kettle burst. Let that be a lesson to those prone to misbehaving against some aggravation-intolerant defendants keep the flame low.
In asking about empathy for those Id victimized, the psychiatrist particularly made note of those who were chosen totally at random, those who were not personally guilty of any wrong doing against me. People who were passed a counterfeit $20.00 bill or who had their cars sprayed with battery acid. I boldly answered, nope, not at all. No one to this day feels empathy for the victimization (detailed within these pages) that Ive suffered. No one is attempting to make amends yet or even offer apologies; as I keep reminding them of. And as I said before, no judge, except U.S. District Judge Robert J. Kelleher, for my second counterfeiting case, ever considered past injustices I suffered and took them into consideration to hand down a lesser-than-average sentence. (All the others enhanced my sentences.) Rather than being so concerned that I victimized innocent people in non-violent ways, you all should be more concerned that our own government is killing and maiming innocent people, including children, when they do things like send a missile into a milk factory in Iraq or bomb a city block in Panama. Id say those are bigger priorities to be concerned about.
And what about all the emotional (and three times physical) abuse Ive suffered at the hands of inmates who were aware Id sexually interacted with or merely solicited boys. This became known to others at county, state, and federal institutions Ive been in more often than not due to either hostile staff telling other inmates or merely letting it slip, carelessness of staff with my records left out in open view, nosy inmate clerks with access to records, or news media coverage blabbing it around. Its hard to put into words the trauma one feels about being constantly belittled, berated, threatened, and hated all because youre considered a baby raper. Even for those of us who never used physical force in the sexual activity, being labeled one of them people carries with it the stigma that physical force and physical injury is always an element as far as fellow inmates see it. I mentioned before how its kind of ironic that the worst offenders are white, muscular, loud, tattooed, doper/biker kinds of guys who watch old reruns of Married With Children and lust over Kelly Bundy, played by Christina Applegate who was under 18-years-old until part way through their 4th season.
And prison staff are as uncaring as anyone else about people like me. After I got to FCI Sheridan I again put in a request for a half-way house and once again was denied because of my 1971 child molesting conviction. When I told Karen Angus, the Case Manager I had at Sheridan, that turning me down for a half-way house places me in danger that much longer from inmates aware of me her response was, Im surprised you dont get jumped on more often than you do. Well nothing happened there, but, as I said before, I did suffer more taunting as the new kid in town so to speak. (As you already know, I shouldnt have even been sent there to begin with, so this is just another anger-intensifying part of the story covered within these pages.) Just like with Wiseharts denial of a half-way house, the Unit Team at FCI Sheridan had no empathy for me at all. They never cared about my feelings or the extra trauma I was suffering beyond what a normal inmate suffers in a prison setting. They were out just for #1; themselves. Cover their asses be damned about any emotional, and up at Sheridan, potential physical damages it causes to me. Thats their way it seems. It meant nothing that inmates who had sold drugs got approved for half-way houses, even though their crime could have done more harm to kids lives than my non-violent offense ever did. Because my time was getting so short it would have been a moot issue to file an administrative remedy. Even if I had won it, I would have been due for release on my regular release date by then so it wasnt even worth bothering with. I did suggest that Ms. Angus familiarize herself with the side effects of such a denial as addressed in my previous administrative remedy because she is as culpable as the Wisehart team. Well just see where those effects lead to.
(I should have asked Ms. Angus why an inmate with the words NO REMORSE and a Satanic pentagram tattooed on his back got a half-way house when I couldnt get one. And also, the inmate with a tattoo prominently visible on his neck saying, 211 for the love of it got to go to one. 211 is the Penal Code for robbery in California. Oh well, I guess Ill never know her response. But it just angers me more and more why I was denied just because of that ancient non-violent misdeed I did way back in 1971. At least I had a chance to give the arsonists an extra 6 months of freedom to replace the 6 months I lost. And that lowered my anger a tad bit.)
And its the same way with the denial of bail. They were looking out for themselves. How to make themselves look good. On all my other crimes when I actually did something against someone, rather than merely benignly threaten to do something, I was let out on bail. But now, all because of the media publicity (which shouldnt have been there if theyd have reported it properly that they knew I wasnt an arsonist) I was considered too dangerous to let out on bail. As if keeping me in where I couldnt: be with my parents for their 50th (and final) wedding anniversary; be with them for our last Christmas together; attend their funerals; get my personal affairs together before going to prison; and couldnt secure the house up properly (so I wouldnt be ripped off by family members with access to it as detailed in Chapter 20) and hire someone reputable to look after it during my incarceration would somehow magically make me a less dangerous or nuisance-provoking person later down the line.
If they were really concerned about making me less dangerous, as they should have been, they wouldnt have tore up our house again in their search on November 7th. They would have showed proper respect for my property as they were strongly admonished to do. Ive widely said and written, more caution needs to be shown so that a person not otherwise dangerous or just merely a nuisance like me is not actually made so.
I dont hide the fact that Im much angrier today than I was before November 7, 1993; the true day of my arrest, despite their papers saying the 8th. The interviewing psych seemed surprised when I claimed to have empathy in years past but no longer have it. He appeared to be under the belief that if someone had it in the beginning, they always will, and if they never had it, they never will. I disagree with that. I believe people can gain or lose the quality. Its too bad I dont have it any longer; its a nice quality to have. But I dont, and I accept it and work around it. And so must those others who are responsible for its loss. All I can add is, after repeatedly being emotionally beaten down more and more so Ive become more narcissistic, more looking out for #1, and less caring if someone is cost, inconvenienced, embarrassed, and/or aggravated in a non-physical injury kind of way. I agree, its better to return the violation directly upon a guilty culprits doorstep, and nowhere else, but if some other innocent bystander is cost, inconvenienced, embarrassed, and/or aggravated in a non-physical injury kind of way Im not going to lose any sleep over it.
People will boldly speak out on talk radio and TV shows for leniency for those who injure and sometimes kill child molesters. (Ellie Nessler is just one example.) They will speak favorably for throwing away the key in order to keep even the non-forcible offender locked away forever. They will applaud when hearing how a molester was attacked by other inmates. They will express joy when hearing that molesters are treated badly by other inmates. And when he gets out of prison they themselves will be right there to harass him at his residence and run him out of town. They fail to differentiate a forcible act where injury was involved (which does deserve a severe sentence) from an encounter involving a sexually active younger person who desired to interact with someone older. (35-year-old Mary Kay Letourneau, who had a planned baby with her 13-year-old lover, who made it clear on television and in print that he was not a victim of sexual abuse in any way, was one of the fortunate few to get a light sentence in the beginning. She ended up getting sentenced to prison later on though when the two of them, going by the premise that true love should have no chronological boundaries, were not careful enough in keeping their ongoing relationship a secret.) Ill never forget how easily an inmate was accepted among others even though he was in jail for bruises he put on his 2-year-old daughter, while I was being harassed. He did more injury to that one kid than I did to all seven or so of those I interacted with. Yet I was the scum, worthy of disrespect and whatever else, and he was just another inmate a tattooed/doper/biker kind of inmate; but still, just an inmate. Not one to be treated like plankton in the sea of abuse to be fed upon at their will as all the other child abusers are. And in the free world, Id bet there are a lot of neighbors who know of a father that overly slapped his child around and wouldnt even consider running him out of town or even harassing him for what he did.
And you can imagine my outrage when I saw the February 1, 1998 edition of 60 Minutes which reported on the beliefs and teachings of the Faith Tabernacle Church, a church with 2000 members in the United States and thousands more worldwide. On that episode Ed Bradley began his report: For most parents it is unthinkable not to take a sick child to a doctor or to deny that child medicine. But each year, thousands of parents do just that dont seek medical attention for their children because their religion forbids it. They believe that God, and only God, has the power to heal. They claim the Constitution guarantees them the right to practice their religion as they see fit. One such group is the Faith Tabernacle Church which is practicing its religion as it sees fit, and so far, because of what they believe, 14 children have died children who almost certainly would be alive today if they had seen a doctor. The story focused on one particular Pennsylvania family who first let their 8-year-old son die rather than take him to a doctor, and then a few years later, let their 16-year-old daughter also die in a similar fashion. Ed Bradley continued on in his report, Under the law in nearly every state
parents like [those reported on in this story] do have the right to withhold medical care for their children on the basis of their religious beliefs, but only up to a point. If a child becomes seriously ill and dies then the parents, regardless of their religious beliefs, can be charged with involuntary manslaughter. And thats what happened to the family here. They ended up pleading no contest to involuntary manslaughter on the death of their first child and received no time in prison the judge citing because of their religion. After the death of their daughter they were convicted of involuntary manslaughter and received only a 5-year prison sentence. At the time the story was televised they were out on bail while appealing that conviction. The thing is, there was no public outrage about the much more serious child abuse they committed twice! And why were they only charged with involuntary manslaughter; even after the second death? Where are the priorities of prosecutors here? Or even of the general public? One of us will piddle around with a child in a sexual way a little bit and theyre all ready to send us away forever and a day. And then do nothing to protect us from the much worse abuse were subjected to from prison inmates and later, to a lesser extent from irate neighbors. But go and let your child die of an illness you refused to treat just because you believe that sickness is caused by the devil and that only God, meaning no medical doctors, has the power to heal and you can ride off into the sunset practically unpunished, if at all. And you have the nerve to ask about my lack of empathy. Dont even think about it.
But if you do, go ahead ask. My lack of empathy? You bet a thousand times you bet!!! And I hope you dont like it! But I dont really care if you do or not. As far as Im concerned, nobodys got anything comin from me until they stop making excuses for those who attack molesters and stop giving these attackers lenient treatment just because the victim was a molester. Thats for starters! If you can be so damn concerned about a teenage criminal receiving a legal caning in Singapore in May 1994, then ya best be as concerned about the illegal actions were forced to put up with.
And, by the way, I do know that its (non-violently avenging judicial system misbehavior) not the right thing to do. And I also know that two wrongs dont make a right. But I dont care! Nor do I care what you think about my beliefs. Im not trying to justify that what I do or speak favorably about is right. I know it aint! (Morally that is. Legally its permitted. The First Amendment of our U.S. Constitutions Bill of Rights guarantees me that.) I just dont care. (And I dont care who knows my true feelings. Im not trying to beat my way out of a prison sentence by playing the therapy card like I did several times before, unsuccessfully. I dont need to put a best foot forward as someone deserving of leniency. Im already out of prison, Ive done my time 13 years of it! Im not trying to get anything out of you, except just to be left alone and at peace unmolested.) No one cared about me or what was right. They looked out for #1. They covered their asses. The thing I do know is what I said in Revenge, Two wrongs may not make a right, but it can sure make some people feel better. Non-violent revenge sure helps clean out the cobwebs it considerably lowers the anger level, it levels the playing field, it puts us all on a more even keel. Seemingly powerless people are not so powerless any more. And I speak from personal experience on this. Revenge lets you sneak in the back door when the welcome mat is not out on justices front porch. We all need to confront those who profess injustice and Ill proclaim that until the day I die.
And Ill go a little further on my narcissistic attitude on this subject. It doesnt bother me that families are struggling to put food on the table when Im sitting financially secure with a guaranteed comfortable income for the rest of my life. They got nothing coming from me, especially those that keep plopping babies out over and over again when they cant afford the ones theyve already got and then expect taxpayers like me to pay for them; and believe me, being a single person, I pay my share of taxes. Its too bad theyre hungry, but Im not going to lose any sleep over it. And going even further down my narcissistic lane of thought processes, it doesnt bother me that hundreds of people lost their homes in arson-set fires. Its too bad they lost them. But their losses dont affect me (unless insurance companies raise my rates to make up for the claims they had to pay out). After all, I didnt lose a house in a fire. Bringing the arsonists to justice brings me no personal satisfaction other than a chance to get my scanner back which I loaned to the fellas. But its probably all beat up by now anyway. Im a bottom-line oriented kind of guy and helping law enforcement does nothing for my bottom line. Im more concerned about what I lost over this case and how thats going to be resolved. Getting my house tore up in a search; getting badly embarrassed in the news media; being denied bail; missing my parents 50th final wedding anniversary; not spending a last Christmas together; not being able to attend their funerals; not being allowed to get my personal affairs together before going to prison or secure the house up properly so no one would rip it off; getting attacked and then experiencing lack of empathy theres that word again or concern to bring my attackers to justice; missing the once in a lifetime opportunity to see the impact of comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 on Jupiter in July 1994; being shuffled against my will out of FCI Phoenix so I couldnt finish the last few weeks of my computer class or see Hyakutake, the brightest comet of my entire life as a serious amateur astronomer; having my personal property negligently lost, and in some cases stolen, by Bureau of Prisons staff members; getting cheated out of a half-way house which I should have been able to go to; and last but not least, coming home and finding out my own family members stole things out of my house when I was in prison. These are the things I care about. The things I was a victim of. Be damned about all the hundreds who lost their homes in the fires. That didnt impact me! My priorities are on ME. Now chew on that awhile. Besides, the fellas never did me any wrong not in the slightest. While I could never do such a horrendous thing, Im not about to help an organization who did violate me in the worst possible of ways.
(Youll recall, I covered earlier how extra angering it was to be made to miss a Christmas I shouldnt have missed because this was the second time a judge made me miss one that he didnt need to. Judge Rosenthal did it the first time. And it was also extra angering to be made to miss a 50th anniversary I shouldnt have missed because this was the second time a judge made me miss one he didnt need to. Judge Hughes wouldnt let me attend the 50th anniversary celebration of my astronomical society.)
You want to know about my empathy? Heres my final example. If I knew with absolute certainty and Im not certain mind you the identity and whereabouts of the real arsonists and I was the only person in the entire world who could bring them to justice I could neglect doing anything about it just as easily as those judicial personnel who are neglecting: to see about the return all of my stolen property (both by family members and prison staff), to see I get my missed computer class made up, to see my attackers are brought to justice, and to see that some other provisions are made to alleviate the anger over all the other improprieties in this particular case. (And that doesnt even include all past ones.) Thats where my empathy is at for me. Now chew on that awhile. Narcissistic? Damn right; you bet! Nobody cared about me being victimized so I dont care. And I care less whether you like my attitude. Helping you doesnt float my boat. (Just a pun folks. I dont really have a boat.) Now chew on that some more!!!
Assume for a minute that Snake and his minions are really responsible for the fires. If I were asked whether Im sorry they did it, my answer when you consider all the thefts and vandalisms that have been committed against me and my property over the years by law-enforcement personnel who have always gotten off scot-free with not as much as a slap on the wrist is a loud resounding NOT IN THE LEAST. If you ask me, its high time somebody slammed them to the ground with no cushion. They were all put on notice what was required of them so they got no reason to bitch and bellyache they werent told the corrective measures to follow. Although I could never do something like that myself (nor even speak favorably about it); Im not going to lose sleep that somebody else did. Just remember they drew first blood first! They provided that first opening. They knew I was the wrong person to screw over. O.K. now, go chew some more.
Now, if you want to do something really worthwhile for me why dont you go out and see about getting me those amends and apologies I keep reminding everyone of? My Statement of Judicial Debts Receivable puts everyone on notice as to what their offense is and what it will take to make it up so no ones got no excuse to say I didnt know. (Theyre welcome to request a copy of it free of charge. Ill even mail it at my expense.) If the IRS could apologize in September 1997 for the improprieties they committed against taxpayers in earlier years and if former Secretary of Defense, Robert S. McNamara, in his book, In Retrospect: The Tragedy and Lessons of Vietnam, could admit that Vietnam was wrong, then so can you admit your wrongs. Thats the answer GO FOR IT!!!
At the time I was with Snake, Mondo, and Danny I didnt know what the attraction was to them. I had never associated with these kinds of low-lifes before. In fact, I had always despised them. Now it had become clear. The kinds of inmates most hostile to those of us with sex offenses are the white, muscular, loud, tattooed, doper/biker kinds of guys. Those just like Snake and many of his friends. (Now I know that Mondo was a black and mexican mix but he was a white mixed man, if you know what I mean. One inmates referred to as an Oreo; black on the outside, but white on the inside. Ya, ya, I know its not politically correct to make that reference but thats how some inmates refer to ones like that.) Only these guys were extra friendly. Somewhere in my dying state of mind I had an overpowering need to be accepted by those kinds who had most harassed me over the years. Plus, I guess being around a bunch like this was a way to validate to myself that I had been violated. Psychologically, I needed to hang with somebody who finally acknowledged the abuse I had suffered. Thats the best explanation I can have for it. There was a lot of residue over the past poisonings of taunting inmates. It seemed my friendships with those kinds of people gave me a much needed look at another side of those of this ilk. Then as I descended into their world of death and destruction I found their pull combined with the effects of drugs almost too strong to resist. I lost a lot because of my brief foray into the world of drugs and drug addicts. Life sends us on many journeys and for a brief time I was on this one. These guys and the events surrounding them blew into my life like a tornado. It was a fierce wind I never want to see again
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