EDDIE HATCHER...NATIVE AMERICAN POLITICAL PRISONER

"DEATH IS WELCOME"

2006-07-07T15:49:00.000-07:00

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

"Snitches or Reliable Informants"

2006-06-12T16:41:00.000-07:00

May 18,2006

As all days this place has been hectic and stressful. This is suppose to be a chronic care unit for sick and dying people but the stress level is so extreme. When I wake up in the morning my stomach automatically knots up wondering what is going to happen today. Well today, early this morning the scene was laid out. Radio, a big, greedy idiot who has become so addicted to the wheelchair that he won't even get up and take a few steps to his bed; he rolls up to the side of his bunk then lays over and like rolls into the bed. God, you talk about a sight to see. It is a sight all right. I wish to God I could video that....It is like a huge blob just falling over head first into a mattress. This morning at med call he did his usual trick of cuffing some of his pills, his neurotin's. He sticks them down between his legs. This morning he accidentally dropped one and rolled on off to his cell. Well, it just so happens that one of the cops was watching the whole thing. So when Radio rolled off the cop picked up the pill and watched him. He went back to his cellblock, to his cell, then in about one minute he rolled back out to the med area and was stupid enough to ask the cop if she had found a pill he dropped. She said, "and why had you gotten to your cell before you realized you had dropped a pill? Was it not where it was suppose to be?" Anyway, he was written up as the cop had seen every thing from beginning to end. Now greed caused this write-up for Radio. The greed for one dollar he would have gotten for the neurotin. He was suppose to mark that pill and that one dollar as a loss and just let it go. But no, he was so greedy that he went directly back to the cop who had watched the whole thing to ask if she had found the pill. Greed! My God how greedy can you be. And they still don't believe me when I tell them, "you will build up a little something or maybe a lot then bam....Something will happen and you will lose every bit of it." And that is the truth. God does not like greed. He loves charity and giving even when you don't have it to give. But what made it worse, Radio went to the Unit Manager and dropped a dime on somebody, Cleever(like a meat cleaver--use your imagination) telling that he had a shark(knife) in exchange for a suspended sentence. The police came in, locked the cellblock down, searched all out in the cellblock then went into cleever's cell and tore it up. Really disrespected his property. And he did not have a shark. Not a one. But Radio still got a suspended sentence. And then had the nerve to get in my and Cleever's face talking about the liar who went out and told it. Both of us want to beat the hell out of him but I told him it will take care of itself. Things usually take care of themselves. This is the type of snake, back-stabbing devils we are forced to live around. They will kiss you and be sticking a knife in your back at the same time. That is why I stay in my cell all of the time and have little association with these rats. I am sorry I am late getting this entry in. I have to depend on someone who is erratic and unpredictable. Sometimes I go over two and three weeks without one word from them. Their life is in such turmoil and grief. But they don't really know turmoil and grief. They need to be spending time in a quiet place thanking God for all of their blessings and stop to look around at the world at the prisons to see what turmoil and misery really, truly, is. Yall have a good day. Thanks for the supportive comments. I really do appreciate them and you too anonymous one. Take care....EH

"What is Eyesight Worth" April 28th, 2006

2006-06-09T16:23:00.000-07:00

I am sitting here tonight wondering if these people are going to take my eyesight just as they have taken everything else from me. Last month, after waiting for months on the "waiting list", I finally saw the eye doctor. I last saw the eye doctor in 2004 at Marion. She told me then I had very, very early signs of a cataract, but it was nothing to be concerned about. In February, when I saw the eye doctor here, he said I needed stronger glasses. I asked him about the cataract and he said it was still not anything to address at that time. Well, when I got my glasses about a month ago I knew something was wrong. It took me about a week to finally realize that I was not seeing clearly out of the left eye. I complained and when the eye doctor came back today, the last Friday of every month, they took my glasses to have them checked then. I asked, "now you tell me how this man is going to take these glasses and be able to tell if I can see out of them. Oh yes, he can do that." They said. It is beyond me, I mean, I am the one who cannot see and how can he know the exact problem and the extent of the problem without me? Well tonight, just a couple of hours ago they called me out to the medication window to tell me the eye doctor checked my glasses and there is nothing wrong with the glasses. It is the cataract causing the problem. Well, if this is the truth then it is the complete opposite of what he told me when he saw me the last of February. If this is not true, which I believe is the case, they just don't want to spend the few dollars to make a new lens. Now this is the whole thing is a nut shell. They don't want to admit the glasses were make wrong and spend three dollars on another lens. These glasses are made by prisoner at Nash medium custody prison east of Raleigh. They not only make all of the glasses for NC prisoners, they also make them for Departments of Correction in other states. Today, there were about (8) new pairs of glasses sent back to be checked. If they own up to all of these glasses being defective then that would hurt their sales to other prison systems. My eyesight is being determined on credibility and money. These two factors are risking my losing my eyesight. So, after I was told this I asked "well, are they going to arrange to have the cataract taken out" and they said "he did not say anything else about it." If a cataract is to the stage of causing me to not be able to see then would or should it not be removed? I mean, can they get worse than causing you to not be able to see? What do I do. Who do I go to. Who do you go to when the Fox is guarding the henhouse? These people care absolutely nothing about what happens to our health or lives. Just like this so-called chronic care unit. God it is a joke. The only thing they do here is pedal dope, the same thing they do at medication windows in other parts of this prison and prisons all over the state. The nurses talk about what a joke this is. And this whole big torture chamber is headed by the great doctor Paula Smith who knows absolutely nothing except what her addlebrain assistant Ms. Jackson tells her. I have been to Root Doctors(Shamans) in Robeson County who did more for me. Hell my grandma was a doctor who treated people throughout the community and she practiced better, much, much better medicine than these people do. The nurses even talk about how they are hastening out deaths to save a dollar. But they spend millions funding their so called emergency response outfit playing all of their army and war games. I will be glad when Bush finally presses the button and every last one of them will have their asses snatched up to go play real life army. Iraq can have all of 'em. Do you really truly know what it is like to have people over you play with your actual life? And you have absolutely no say whatsoever. Do you have any idea? Thousands receive undercover death sentences and they don't even know it. I tell these young boys coming in with 18, 20 years, "Well, too bad you will never get out." "Oh I might be 40 years old but I will get out." "No you won't get out. Number one, you cannot live 20 years eating this non-nutritional slop they feed you and second, your health will be your worst enemy. The place stays embedded with germs, bacteria, disease, death. They will never provide to you the basics you will need for your body to survive 20 years." Sometimes I won't see them for day where they have laid up thinking and realizing all I have said is the cold hard truth. More on this later.............EH

"24 Hour Casino"

2006-06-06T16:47:00.000-07:00

Hello from the war zone. No! Not Iraq or Washington DC. From a prison somewhere in the remote parts of North Carolina. I have been listening to the little Walmart $2.50 walkman they allow us to have trying to block out the wails and bellows coming from the mouths of idiots. The sound of dominoes being slammed on a stainless steel table. They can't lay them, they have to slam them. Can you imagine that sound. Then there is the other crowd two tables up playing spades. And guess what? Yeah, they have to slam the cards too. They can't lay them down they have to do some kind of jerk with their wrist that like makes them pop when they hit the table. Then let us travel two tables over to the left and there we have the round table of idiots all of them trying to talk about things they know nothing about. So each one is striving to come up with the next very impressive sounding comment or statement to outshine the previous statement and every statement being made is so idiotic it is unbelievable. Just today at the roundtable, new laws have been invented into existence. NASA has a ship loaded with astronauts headed to Mars to build a colony by September. The killer bees are landing in DC and on and on. Sometimes I feel like a reporter from the Enquirer is hiding out at the table wiring stories to Florida. Then we can move to the front tables which are always occupied by the TV and sports addicts. God they are in heaven with two brand new Hitachi 27" pretty color TV's mounted 15 feet up the wall. Necks craned. Tongues hanging out. Lusting and licking at half naked women on once and half naked basketball players on the other. You don't know if the are lusting over the women or men. Having two TV's serves as a great cover. Then move a table back and you have all of the Bookies and gamblers checking their ticket and the scores popping across the bottom of the screen and the bookies spotting tomorrows tickets. One table back and over to the right you have the junkies trying to send their runners to score their next high or tomorrow mornings high or tomorrow afternoon, on and on. They go so many days in advance the contracts are being negotiated. Then somebody hits a ticket and the junkie shoots a runner to him quick for a quick loan to buy a fix. And everything just travels from table to table. Somebody places a bet at the Dominos table and the kitty is getting high. One of the big bookies is running through the cellblock with his sports section flying beside him. From one door that leads to F cellblock on one side to the door across that connects to D cellblock he yells asking the cat to repeat the game he is putting the money up. While he stands there transacting the bet somebody comes up to him for some race tickets. Nothing is left out. And this quick cellblock activity report is an 18 hour a day, and longer. Constant on-going events. It moves without cease. Without interruption. There are big payoffs. Everyday. But it is not really the payoffs that keep the people coming back. It is the mirage all of it creates. A mirage that hides the reality. Hell, this ain't prison. It is little Vegas! Take care......EH

LED BY THE SECRETARY APRIL 9,2006

2006-05-08T16:23:00.000-07:00

April 9,2006

Hey, you would think that tax-paid government employees would be more prone to want to obey the laws of the land and do what is right. But you'd better guess again if you are talking about Department of Correction Workers in NC. While not all of them are crooks. A whole lot I have met over 16 years have been and are. You would also think that after they have been notified of the fact that USA Today has proof they have been either keeping or destroying quite a few of my USA papers, they would at least slow up their illegal activity. Well you would lose if you had bet on them. They did not just destroy another newspaper the week following the notification, they did away with three. If this is not blatant in your face, screw you and the US Postal Service, I don't know what is. Obviously the Director of Prisons or his boss Theodis Beck gave them an award. Maybe if I give you a little history of who and what is running the NC Prison system you will get a better feel of the crookedness which abounds. About 1995 or thereafter, there was a sexual harassment claim filed against a DOC employee within the Department of Parole and adult Services. The employee, it was alleged, by Pamela Robinson, had repeatedly made sexual overtures and verbal advances of which all had been unwelcome and unsolicited. Robinson, through the EEOC filed a complaint in the Administrative Courts. At this time, the Director over this department, where all parties worked, was none other than Theodis Beck, the present day Secretary of Correction. During this somewhat high profile, complicated case, all kinds of attempts were made by the defense to scare and intimidate Ms. Robinson. It did not work. When the employee first investigated Ms. Robinson's claims, he found that she had in fact been sexually harassed and had made a prima facie case. Months later the Director, Theodis Beck, ordered the employee investigator to re-do his report which he did wherein he found there was no sexual harassment. To make a long story short, during the trial, the judge, through the plaintiff's lawyer, found that Theodis Beck had not only hid evidence but had destroyed evidence including the copy of the employee investigators first report. The Administrative judge had some very deserving brutal things to say to Beck and the judge in his order called it for what it was. The outright conspiracy between Theodis Beck, the employee investigator and the assistant NC Attorney General defending the predator and their destruction of lawful and probative evidence and their attempt to hide this and further evidence. The Assistant NC Attorney General, under NC Attorney General Michael Easley, was

fired. But the minute Michael Easley moved into the governor's Mansion, guess who he appointed as NC Secretary of Correction? Yeah, Theodis Beck. This is the great, law abiding example Easley placed over the prison system. A pay back for his dutiful lying and deceipt Beck performed to protect a predatory DOC employee. The good ole boys rallied Beck to the top. Beck is Black and guess what? He will be the first one to tell you he has no authority in the operation of the prisons. All the love in the world could not move Easley to put a Black man over all the white DOC people in the director's office so while Beck is Easley's figure head for lying and destroying evidence, Boyd Bennett is the Director of Prisons and runs everything. Beck can't run anything. Nothing!! Except sit back making it look allright that 70% of the prison population is Black and is getting chained then having the living hell beat out of them. So, is it any wonder all of these prison employees say to hell with Postal laws and continue to destroy my newspapers. Hell, if their boss can get the top prison job in the state at $82,000 a year for hiding and destroying legal evidence in court, my God, what can't they get for hiding and destroying Eddie Hatcher's USA Today. The USA Today pays thousands to the US Postal Department for the safe and timely delivery of their newspapers. It is their responsibility, and duty to file a formal complaint with the US Postal Inspector as well as to turn over the results of their investigation to the US Attorneys office in Washington, DC. I need your help. Please email USA Today and raise the devil that they file the complaint. Yeah, it seems like a lot. But if you go take something out of someone's mailbox, I will guarantee you would get 10 years in one of the 5000 prisons they have. If you don't believe me call the Federal Bureau of Prisons and ask them how many people are in federal prisons for either destroying mail, stealing mail or tampering with mail. See how many. But what scares me more than my newspapers is this list of over 40 legal letters I mailed months ago and never received a reply. Where did they go. The Director of Prison's office has a very simple eay to possibly prove what happened to this mail but they are not smart enough to think of it plus they do not care. If they don't care about the man who was cuffed behind the back and shackled on his feet getting his face beat to the point of being unrecognized, do you really think they care about mail to a damned lawyer. Please be for real here folks!! You take care. Because your government is not going to help do it. EH

"Still the Shakedown"

2006-04-25T16:32:00.000-07:00

April 18,2006

Well, it has been one week since they literally piled all of my property into a mound with different things sticking out in different places. But I am still stewing on all that went on and what or if I should do. I mean should I just take it along with everything else or should I open my mouth. Of course opening my mouth is what has created all of the hardships of my life pretty much. No, maybe not created but opened the door for the corrupt evil doers to create the hardships. It is not so much what they did to my property or what they did to my property when I am crippled and almost dead. But, well maybe you can decide. This massive cellblock shakedown done in one of the two chronic unit cellblocks was done supposedly to look for a knife. Unit management had been alerted by one of its' many snitches,-- a few of us surrounded by the many-- that there was a knife in this cellblock. So here comes the calvary. When they came in I could here different offices being assigned to search certain cells. That is the very first sign that certain inmates are going to be targeted and basically hung out to dry. So, while my cell was demolished, there were many of the cells that did not even have the sheets turned back. Their mattresses were not taken out to be scanned by the metal detector. They were pretty much not troubled. Next, while they were looking for a knife, on paper, they did not find a knife. As you know, anything can be done on paper. Anything. So, when I say it again, no knife was found, on paper, take it as it is. The problem I am having though is that a knife was very much in fact found. A knife was found in a cell upstairs on the second tier and it was slid inside the guards pocket never to be mentioned again. Nothing has come at all from this weapon being found because no report was made. No prisoner was written up. No nothing. The weapon was removed from the unit quietly, secretly, unbeknownst to many in authority but known to some. The weapon was found also with little effort because it was found on the upper tier which houses the riff-raff. Chronic, sick prisoners are housed on the bottom floor and this is where most of the demolished cells were. Before going any further, this should tell you what kind of chronic care unit this is. Screw with the sick and dying; let the hooligans rule the roost. So, this is my dilemma. It is not so much of raising hell because while they demolished my cell, but raising hell because designated cells were left alone and what they demolished my cell looking for, a knife, was found in a white prisoners cell and not only was nothing done, there was not even a report made. The weapon disappeared out of the cell block and probably the building. This is where my anger rests. Not only was my property clearly disrespected and pillaged, it was done under unquestionable false pretenses and well just outright lies. And the one who had the knife not only escaped long term segregation but his cell was left pretty much intact. So, do I have a right to be upset? Or not? You tell me. I mean, I would not want to give the Dept of Corrections the impression I am acting out of hand, like I am overreacting you know? I don't want them to say I am comparing apples to grapefruits here. Like they so much love to do. In closing, if anyone out there would possibly be inclined to help me little, God knows I would greatly appreciate it. I don't ask for much but since you would like to know, okay. I will give just a short, "off the top of my head" list. Okay, here goes:
1)A lawyer who will sue them bastards for killing me slowly, destroying my insides namely, the three biggest pharmaceutical companies in the country.
2)some law students who would help me on this wrongful conviction by sending cases and offering advise; (since no lawyer is going to help me)
3)someone who would make a pamphlet on the criminal case, the outstanding issues and one on the DOC's attempts on my life;
4)Someone to help me push these humanitarian issues with different relevant international organizations;
5)someone to help launch a massive letter campaign to certain designated officials;
6)Many, many, many people to help with the "two dollars a name" campaign to hire an attorney. Just $2 from an individual could add up. A rusted, honest individual who would serve to see this campaign through, collect the donation and maintain those funds until we have enough to hire a seasoned law abiding attorney. (maybe not law abiding would do better)
7)and, many, many more people to pray like Daniel prayed, three times a day, morning, noon and night. I do thank you. That is my wish list I guess. My sister told me as much as her hopes gets let down, trying to help me, she said, "I don't know how you deal with that." I told her it is easy because I never let my hopes get up. I don't hope...........EH

"SEARCH and DESTRUCTION"

2006-04-25T15:46:00.000-07:00

April 12,2006
I have wrongfully suffered in these gulags of NC for over 16 years but tonight I experienced something for the very first time. And right this very minute I feel like just breaking down and crying till I am sick. I nodded out, did a little traveling like I usually do during the 5:20pm count and change of shifts because I am usually a little mentally tired by then plus it is usually quiet and peaceful. I was long gone from here when my inter-sensory perception quickly alerted me and I rose up in this old wheelchair. Everything was dead quiet but something was still not right. I got up, walked to my door and strained to look down to the cellblock door. Sure enough, outside the door they were gathering. The warlords were preparing to come in on their chattel. I yelled out to alert everyone. They had the whole works. At least 40 calvary, metal detectors, rods, pins for sticking down into lotion bottles, every kind of Homeland Security gadget you could imagine. They sent two pure dickheads to my cell. One, who looked every bit of 16 and not as big as a soaking wet dishrag and weighed no more, I could tell immediately he was trouble. It took 15 minutes, a metal rod, a pipe and a flashlight just to search the wheelchair. I wish to God I could have taken a picture of my cell when they finished. I was sick. As I stood there looking, Captain Moody was a few feet away. I have known Capt Moody before this place was thought of and he is probably the most decent, fair, humanistic officer there is here. If you are right, he will call it right and the same if you are wrong. When I called him to my cell I did not even need to say anything. He just stood there doing what I was doing. Looking....Here I am crippled, almost dead, and they literally destroyed my property. Captain Moody asked who searched my cell. I told him I did not know. I guess just knowing there is at least one human being who has the ability to look through someone's eyes other than their own is good enough. I mean, just to know that at least there is one officer out of 400 who knows it is not right if it is not right. Just knowing there is one on your side if only for 10 minutes eases it. Had Captain Moody not been close by I would still be mad as hell. Let us all say thank you to Captain Moody!!
EH

PS They were looking for a knife that a dishonest inmate said was in here. They did not find one. HA! HA!

"RAGE is RAGE is RAGE"

2006-04-24T14:53:00.000-07:00

April 24,2006
These days never change. Never. I look and think of all the stories that have surfaced especially over just the last two years of all that has been done to prisoners held under U.S. Military control in Iraq and Guantanimo and other remote hidden places. I think how it is truly horrible and yet, really helps to show the true light as to the great America. Yes, doesn't all of the brutal, barbaric acts by the US Military's greatest really help Europeans and Asians, South America and the world, see exactly what America is made of. It is made or well, let us change that. It is controlled by cowards and bullies. It is controlled by the wealthiest and the greediest. And here we can now bring in most of the rest. While it is sick, all that America is doing to people throughout the world which most of the masses support still does not show the complete full picture of what America is. The same things only, only worse things that America's military`s are doing all across the globe, are also being done to their own and others trapped inside the gulags of America. You see, I guess if it wanted, America could bellow, "but hey, we're not doing anything to you people that we aren't doing to our own all across America from North Carolina to California." I have actually been waiting for one of those arrogant pieces of crap in Washington DC, like Rumsfeld, to throw that one out. And believe me, it would not be out of character for one of them uppity's to say something like that. In this prison, just one of 76 in NC, one state out of 50, it is a very regular thing to witness a prisoner being savagely beaten. One evening after dark, we were out on the smoker which is about 400 square feet of concrete completely surrounded by a 50 foot wall of cement except over in the corner there are about three huge windows which look in on the hallway elevators. These elevators run up to the working unit, the Green Unit. On this particular evening there were about 10 of us standing at the window smoking when we looked at the elevator doors opening. When they opened, there was a prisoner crumpled in the floor of the elevator who was handcuffed behind his back and had shackles on his legs. We all just gazed in awe at the blood which was sprayed all over the floor and the walls and standing around the prisoner were four guards and a sergeant. Their clothes were spotted with blood as well. It was noticeably obvious that the prisoner, Rob, was unconscious. Several of the guards reached down and picking Rob up by the handcuffs they tried to throw him out of the elevator but they were only able to get his upper body to the cement floor outside of the elevator. This must have pissed the sergeant off because he reached down, grabbed Rob by the hair on his head and began slamming his head into the cement. He did not just slam his head one time, he repeatedly slammed it over and over and over....bam, bam, bam, and with each slam, blood would fly and we could see actual gashes developing all over the back part of his head. I was in the hall afterwards and several prisoners were up through the hall cleaning the heavy layers of blood that had followed Rob as he had been dragged to the hole. Shortly after, the guards and sergeant returned to their unit and told many prisoners housed in the same cellblock as Rob that Rob had busted his head up pretty good by "laying his head into the elevator wall."......One of the guards or the sergeant had actually taken one of the long black flashlights they had used to heat Rob and rammed it several times into the elevator wall to make it appear rob had rammed his head into the wall. With a total of five guards surrounding him, it would not have been possible for him to have done this if he had wanted. The following morning I just happened to have been called to medical about 8a.m. As I sat there waiting to go back, I saw them bringing Rob into medical. They were literally having to lead him as both of his eyes were completely swollen shut. To describe it in just one phrase, Rob's own mother would not have recognized him. She would not have known here own son. The sad thing is this is not an isolated case. They constantly handcuff prisoners then beat the living hell out of them. And medical does whatever it has to, to help the cover up. I have a small picture here I keep hooked to a card. It is an Iraqi who is chained over a contraption. Do you have any idea on any given day how many prisoners in NC are laying chained to a cold steel bunk, butt naked, no mattress. The wrists strapped to each corner above the head and the two ankles spread, strapped to the two end corners of the bunk. For days and days they are held like this and they have no choice but to pee and crap on themselves. Then they are made to lay in it day after day. Then they may get a slice of nutriloaf,( baked slop in a deep baking dish and after it cooks, it is sliced). And you wonder why so many prisoners get out of prison and kill families. How much rage inside of a man does it take to murder a whole family? If someone out there would ever research this, my God, the story it would tell. Rage and more rage and more rage. I hear some of them talk about how they have been beaten so bad and how they will get out soon and oh, how they are going to pay them back. It is scary. But rage is rage. How many American military have been killed because of rage. A son was beaten or killed. A mama was shot and killed. Rage and this exact same rage could be inside of so many million. Rage. That is all it is. Just pure, simple, rage. The eyes show it the best. Just rage!!!
Take Care................EH

2006-04-14T14:40:00.000-07:00

APRIL 14, 2006

I guess, no I know that this government agency, the NC-DOC is not only getting updates for themselves but for Washington, as to how close I am to death. Back in the fall they were stopping certain ones coming out of the chow hall taking their pictures. I already knew what it was through my contacts. It was part of the FBI's project under Mueller whereby certain prisoners who could work against the government needed to be profiled and affixed together in some book form. Well, I saw they were taking certain Black prisoners with dreds. When I came out, one of the Captains told me to come over. He was about to tell me to stand at the wall to get my picture taken but the "STG", Security Threat Officer, a Latino female sergeant, who was taking the pictures obviously thought I was out of her hearing range and she spoke up and said, "oh no, they already have all about him" and the Captain told me to go on. Yeah, they already have all about me. I guess they do, at least since 1973, that I am aware of. But anyway, old Mueller definitely has his hands in my daily life scale. It is just he doesn't have that one important button he very much would like to have...the death button...at his disposal. He can cause health problems and cause daily hardships but he isn't the big enchilada, so....After the specialist told me all of my insides had been burned out listing the two likely culprits, either the HIV cocktail drugs or poison(viread, videx, keletra) I stopped taking those toxic HIV drugs. Four months after I stopped taking them my T cells were almost 1000 which is way above normal, but my viral lode was 450,000. Over the next four months, I developed strep pneumonia immediately after coming here and told them 5 days after arriving that there was some bad air being pumped into these cells. Well, I just finished the antibiotics for the third bout of strep pneumonia. At the same time my blood work showed my glucose elevated so they started doing fasting sugar checks. For two straight months my fasting sugar levels ranged from 540-620, dangerous levels. Nothing was done. It caused permanent damage to my eyes. At the same time I had a huge staph infection in my arm which had to be cut 4 times. The FNP who was treating me through all of this witnessed and heard and overheard some things that deeply bothered her. They bothered her enough that after a 40 minute conversation with my sister she said she just could not take it anymore and quit with a three or four day notice. She knew. And it frightened her. My bloodwork in February, through all of this four month ordeal showed my T cells had dropped to 420 and listed my viral lode as above 100,000 which I knew was affected by three bouts of strep pneumonia and a long lasting staph infection and sugar readings of 600 and >. The FBI and all the rest probably brought out boxes of ticker tape and said "Let's Party Down!" After being a thorn in the government's side for four decades to the point of taking the top billing on the Justice Department's Terrorist List of the 80's, let us face it. I am hated. It is pretty pleasing to the ear really. As for dying, screw them....My faith has carried me through things most could never imagine. But I will talk more about dying the next time. Or maybe the next. I really don't have time now. I have a lawsuit to draw up and a Petition for Writ of Mandamus. Next time. Take care. Guess who's watching you. Yeah, I have got to talk about that too but if I don't stop, I will have 20 pages and somebody will go to cursing.........EH

2006-04-06T15:11:00.000-07:00

PRISON DIARY...MARCH 31, 2006-FRIDAY NITE 10PM

Lights out! Every night like clockwork. Well, it is clockwork I guess. We finally found out, no not found out, because we have known for months along with USA Today and the Hickory Post office that someone here at Alexander Correctional Institution, who works in the mailroom or works with the mail, has been destroying or keeping my USA newspaper. Since I got here and got USA Today started here at this prison, every single week at least one paper and often two days, papers failed to show up. At least twice a paper was missing three days during one week. Anyway, a little over two months ago, the Raleigh office, Director of Prisons ordered this prison mailroom to log all of my mail, to deliver every piece of my mail to me and have me sign for every piece. This now shows every day I did not receive a paper. A couple of months ago, USA Today launched an investigation into all of the missing papers. They felt there were too many I was not receiving. I am not going to say right now how they did it as it may compromise a future investigation but they called my sister this week to tell her they have 100% documented incontrovertible proof that all of my missing USA papers got missing between the prison mailroom and my prison cell. Well, well, well.......Now my USA Today will ask the US Postal Inspector out of Washington, DC to formalize the findings. Hopefully with enough pressure, the US Attorneys office out of DC will prosecute those here at the prison who were responsible. In all truthfulness, the Superintendent Reggie Weisner, a Psychologist, is fully responsible as he runs the prison by not running it. His motto is " all the staff do what you please. Act however you want. Destroy all the mail you want, etc." So he should be held responsible. Of course there will be several guilty parties before it is over because they take all of the inmates mail into the prison warehouse, dump it all out on the big deck and all the prison warehouse workers gather around tearing open and reading and destroying the mail. I am sure all of them will start blaming each other but at least they can not blame the prison guards who deliver everybody else's mail . So if right is done, somebody should lose their job and somebody indicted by the federal prosecutor for federal mail tampering and destruction of property in the possession of the Federal Postal Service. We are going to have to push to keep the heat on. If you can, shoot an email to USAToday.com and tell them those responsible for destroying my newspapers should be held accountable. I would plead with everyone who reads and purchases USA Today to tell them you support their paper and now they need to support Eddie Hatcher and indict the prison crooks destroying his newspapers. I mean, it is not enough he is dying, they want to add a little more misery and destroy his mail.The one thing he looks forward to each day. Please email USA Today and the US Postal Inspector.

Thank you,

Eddie Hatcher and his sister

PRISON DIARY

2006-04-01T14:44:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-23T15:55:00.000-08:00

PLEASE WRITE TO ME AT:

EDDIE HATCHER #0173499
ACI
PO BOX 909
TAYLORSVILLE, NC 28681

2006-03-23T14:56:00.000-08:00

Welcome........

In 1988, Eddie Hatcher, a Native American Activist became the first person To be charged and prosecuted as a Terrorist under the 1984 Anti-Terrorist Act. Eddie was thrust into a web of government corruption unheard of in modern times. He seized a large daily newspaper (on 2/1/1988) holding 20 hostages for 11 hours. He demanded that the local and state of North Carolina Law Enforcement be investigated for running the largest cocaine distribution operation in the United States; 26 unsolved murders and a corrupt judicial system be investigated. Just because the drugs were coming out of Homestead AFB in Florida, Eddie was not aware that they were the same drugs being run by John Hull and Ollie North. Eighteen years later, three attempts on his life while in prison, murders of seven witnesses, on and on, with the on's leading to Washington, D.C. and higher. Yes, higher. Eddie will share the past, present and future while he sits and dies due to the latest attempt on his life. What has protected Eddie for so long, and kept him alive?

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Flat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo."

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