Saturday, April 01, 2006

PRISON DIARY

It's been more than two years since I last wrote my "prison diary" in my website so it has taken me some days to kind of get into this mindset to start back up. So world, Eddie Hatcher is back. True, I almost died again and of course the prison staff still get caught whispering, "how the hell is he still alive." and, "my God, is he not dead yet?" I guess they are just amazed that I've dodged every bullit that has been shot my way. Two years ago while I had puddles of blood shooting out of me and losing 70 pounds I thought I was on the way out. Even I could not see how anyone could live going through what I was going through. After the first year, the medical department realized that the secret death warrant ordered by some unknown force within the government, in collusion with prison administrators had failed, so they figured they better cover themselves. So after a year of dying and everything in me being way below normal they sent me to a specialist. A week after the specialist performed a colonoscopy on me he had me brought back to his office where he sat beside me and said, "Eddie, I had to call in (4) pathologists to look at these biopsies because I did not know what I was seeing. We were finally able to rule out cancer but Eddie, your entire colon, bowel and intestines are burned to a crisp. Eddie they have been torched and they will never be able to absorb nutrients or digest food again. I could see in his face that he wanted to say more but having two guards staring down his throat made him quieter. So, about a week later my sister reached him and had a very free and comfortable conversation. He told her that all of the Pathologists had agreed that they had never seen anything like this in a living person before. He stated that my entire insides was the sight of a huge chemical burn. We know what causes chemical burns. Well he basically left us with one, the HIV drugs the prison had been forcing me to take had basically killed me, or two, I had been injected with some type of poison. He did not believe I would live weeks. Well, this was May 2005. Almost a year since I was expected to be dead. And you can believe the North Carolina prison system, those in high up positions mostly, are greatly disappointed. They feel they have failed again. Lets see, they failed in 1991 when a skinhead inmate put an 11 inch solid steel ice pick through my lungs three times and next to my heart one time. The inmate came out public in the press three or four weeks after I came back to this earthly place and stated that prison officials or men within the government wearing suits had contracted him to "take care of Hatcher" and for this hit they would give him an interstate compact to Texas, his home state. Well, it seemed they had reneged on their promise because I was only dead for 21 minutes. Yes, he failed so he got peed-off at them. Well, that was death number I. Then in 1995 they tried again and they came pretty close. I had PCP from December to March with not one shred of medical care. The great Warden of Central Prison in Raleigh NC was James French. He ordered the prison hospital not to treat me. Had it not been for a taped conversation my mama had with the doctor a lot might have happened. But on a Sunday afternoon after the Governor of NC, Jim Hunt ordered them to admit me and treat me at Central Prison hospital, I had a little spell of Respiratory Arrest and flew around for about 26 minutes. Then I had to listen to an Indian Doctor from India , and a nurse from Jamaica, try to explain my short absence. I recovered fairly quietly again. No one except my mama, knowing the second gift of the second death. Well, they tried again with this latest episode. On an afternoon in July 2005, at Marion prison located in the foothills of NC where they perpetrated my demise, they said I was dead for 18 minutes. One of the guards, the guard who laid the side of his face on my upper chest for about the entire 18 minutes had some type of conversion himself. He just couldn't stop, over and over, he'd say, "but Eddie, you didn't draw one breath and your heart did not beat one time for 18 whole minutes then just all of a sudden, (he threw his hands in the air) hear you are telling us to please get out of you cell. Over and over he would repeat this, then he'd ask, "Eddie, I know something went on, where were you, what happened, I can tell by looking at you. I'd tell him, "I was given the third gift for the third death and sometimes God lets us forget some of what happens because our minds might not contain all we saw or did or what was said and who said it. God lets us remember what we need to remember. I explained that the visits I had made and things I had seen and lessons I had learned while classified as dead was much like our deep dreams. In sleep when we are closest to death our dreams are forgotten because they were more than dreams and our minds just cannot absorb nor contain what we have beheld. I told him I had been blessed all of those times to see and hear and know. I told him how when my mama made the first visit to see me at Central Prison and after the young guard yelled "no touching" and almost made me react. Mama smiled and whispered "you know it is not your time yet because I saw all what you saw." This almost blew me away. My mama was with me during those 26 minutes and she saw and heard all I had saw and heard. She just raised a finger and put it to her lips. God had rested her soul by including her in my death and return. Well, if I had somone who could type as much as I could share I would continue and tell you what happened when my mama left this earthly place permanently. I have never told one living soul. And I know as my sister types this she is thinking as she knew something happened but has never known exactly. I'll also begin to share with you the daily battles, adventures, and literal violations against humanity that is taking place within the prisons of NC. I promise that I will alway tell the truth and the truth alone will be enough to make you salivate for more. And I will give it. Write me if you want.........EH

5 Comments:

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