Friday, July 07, 2006


When a man is made so miserable; when a man is tormented; when a man is subjected to such abuse, torture, and hate that he cries out and asks God to please not let him wake up.......This says a great deal. When a man would rather close his eyes in death than to be awaken to a new day of anguish and misery, how much more evidence do you need that human rights are not part of the days activities. Last week I wrote a letter to the Director of Prisons begging for something to be done about the constant extreme noise and disturbances and just plain chaos that goes on daily in this so-called Chronic Care Unit. I went into detail and described the situation and basically said that this was not a Chronic Care Unit. It is a Torture Chamber. I sent this letter to my sister and asked her to fax it to that office for me. On Monday, June 12,2006, my sister got it faxed and talked to the Director's Executive Officer. This was on Monday. Well obviously, she called and inquired here at the prison because it took not time at all for the retaliation to strike. On Tuesday, the following day at about 1:20pm, the Superintendent, through his Assistant Superintendent Whitner all the way down through the Unit Manager and Sergeant, orchestrated the "get back" by sending in two goons who have never worked Chronic Care. These two literally stormed my cell and immediately began throwing my property into a huge trashbag. As some may know, I am not able to digest food and live on five diabetic boosts per day. The dietician is trying to see if my system can digest anything so she arranged for me to get a banana and peanut butter sandwich and milk at times. Also, the only other item I get is oatmeal cakes. I mostly eat the cream out of the middle just for the taste. Well, they threw 20 oatmeal cakes in the trash. Also, they trashed my radio and Sony headphones which I bought brand new in 2001 for $20. New batteries, most of my ink pens, all of my carbon paper, $4.00 new tubes of AIM Tartar toothpaste for these eight teeth left and well, I can't even think of it all. They desperately wanted to destroy and trash my law books and all of my legal material relating to my case but Huntington and Poteat, the two Redneck guards huddled with the redneck Sgt. and decided to leave that alone. I sat in a daze and for the first time, I had thoughts that I had not had before. Huntington is a fat bald mouthy know-it-all who has no regard for humanity. Poteat looks like a blond preppy Barney Fife, no bigger than Barney if he is that big. Huntington is his hero and idol. While they were just slinging things in the trash bag and throwing books across the bunk, even slung a Bible bending the cover, they took a lengthy break to read personal letters and legal letters. When I told them they could not do that they grinned and said they could do whatever they wanted to do. Yeah, they pretty much can. Two officers also working that day said they could not understand why in the world they were "harassing me" and "trying to hurt me" when I did not bother anybody at all. One officer said he was going to quit before he would have to work with Huntington and Poteat. Another officer stated "damned if I am letting them fools get me killed in here." I sat in a daze in this cell, stuff thrown everywhere, the rest of the day. I cried some, I prayed some, I planned some, I made some vows and I prayed more. Finally about 7pm, I began trying to clean it all up. After they had demolished my cell I asked for a broom. They said I could only have the broom between 6 and 7:30 in the morning. This is suppose to be a place for very sick and dying people but we are not allowed to clean up when needed. This is called a Chronic Care Unit but it is a torture chamber. The cops dictate to medical what they can and cannot do. They keep medical from treating us as needed. The nurses quit like leaves falling off a tree. This medical department has the highest turnover rate in the state. Most of the nurses are contract travel nurses who sign up for three month stints at $40 an hour to do nothing. I mean absolutely nothing but pass out dope and they pass it out the way custody says. They have had about eight uses of force. That is where they chain somebody up then beat them unmercifully with fists, sticks, long flashlights and slam their beads into the cement. One day coming back from medical we looked in the gym and there was a black inmate on the floor and two cops, one Sgt, and a white shirt all over him just pounding their fists into this guy. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was screaming because they had him on his back breaking his arms. Last week they ran up into a cell and beat the living hell out of one of the orderlies. He was screaming and crying saying "you breaking my arms, you breaking my arms." One of the officers, trying to cover it up because all of us were locked down, he kept saying real calm "just relax, just calm down" and the whole time we could hear the blows landing and the ones on top across could see it all. But this is Chronic Care. Well, I am telling the world, I actually fear for my well being. I am afraid of these cops that they will hurt me and hurt me bad. I fear for my safety at the bands of these barbaric, redneck, murderers. I told one of the guards, "if they told yall to take me out to the field and blow my brains out you would because you would just be doing your job." And they would. This is the state of affairs in NC Abu Ghraib has nothing on the NC Prison system....Nothing. When I am held in a place that is suppose to be for the care of sick and dying people and I spend each day in fear, sitting behind a locked tomb door, wondering when it will slide open and they will come in and beat me to death, there is something bad wrong with the leadership of this state. Bad wrong....It is operating on the same mentality as the cruelest, most backwood, murderous regime you can find. But this is North Carolina. The prison system tells the true story of its' leaders and is its' populace. Again, I fear for my well being. Will you help me. And if your state prison system has a Chronic Care Unit could you please get some information to me on how it operates. Pray for me. Make a call for me if you have time. I do thank you for reading this. Because it is the truth. Nothing added and nothing taken away.............EH