Saga of Ed & Elaine Brown Chapter #2. - Thanks for posting Ray. And, happy to see the site is back up; at least for me it was down for about the last week. I'm off to send Ed's saga-so-far out to others.

Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:20 pm

Saga of Ed & Elaine Brown Chapter #2.

U.S. Prison System
Torture, Attempted Murder,
Cruel and Abusive Treatment

Edward

October 4, 2007. I was detained at Lebanon Police Department until around midnight, then loaded into a van and driven to Wyatt Detention Center in Central Falls, R.I., arriving around 2:30am the morning of October 5. I was booked in, I would not sign any of the paperwork, and never have to this day. They placed me in cell #18 of the SHU (segregated housing unit), on the second level. It was very cold, with the wind coming through, about 50-55 degrees. The water was highly chlorinated, and I only had thin cotton clothing on with a thin blanket to cover.

That night and the following day were uneventful until approximately 7pm. I was standing at the window thinking about my wife when I began to smell an acrid odor coming into the room. I realized it was coming from the circulation vent; it started stinging my skin, choking me, burning my eyes. There was a button on the wall with a speaker; I pressed it, no one answered. The fumes were increasing; I pressed the button several more times, still no one answered, and I thought that it might be broken. I was beginning to get panicky, the burning sensation was increasing, my skin was getting red, it was getting harder to breathe, my eyes were watering. I grabbed the blanket from the bed to cover myself, and began pounding on the door and yelling; that wasn’t working; no one came.

I looked around really fast to see where I could find air to breathe, and the only space I could see was at the bottom of the door, a small space about ½ to 1 inch. I looked around the room and noticed a piece of paper on the little metal desk. I grabbed it, quickly rolled it into a cone shape, shoved it under the door, and began breathing through that to get fresh air from the room outside. I kept banging on the door from time to time; I truly believed I was going to die. I couldn’t understand why no one was coming.

After a while I stopped banging on the door; no one was coming. So I stayed on the floor quietly, just concentrating on breathing. This went on for about five hours. Sometime around midnight, as I checked periodically, I realized the air was clearing. After a bit I got up, exhausted, and retired to the steel platform with blue plastic pad and went to sleep.

The following morning, when the guard came with chow, I told him what happened the previous night, but he did not reply. I noticed no one spoke to me while I was in this room. Occasionally someone would look in the little window in the door, but no one spoke. The rest of the day was uneventful until around 7pm again.

Gas began flowing into the cell the second night, October 6, Saturday. This time I immediately grabbed the paper which I saved, and the blanket, pressed the button several times, covered myself, dropped to the floor by the door, and began breathing through the paper again. Periodically I pounded on the door again, no one came, no one spoke. Nothing coming into the room but this noxious burning gas, and a cold, cold breeze. The concrete floor was also very cold. However, I noticed through the breathing tube I had made with the paper, that I was breathing warm air from the other room. This continued until sometime between 10 and 11pm, when I heard voices and footsteps approaching the door. I looked up at the window, one of the guards was standing at the window; he appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He just stood there for a few seconds, just staring in at me. I was trying to tell him there was gas coming into the room, he remained silent. Finally he started to walk away, singing out, “You shoulda paid your taxes.” This made me realize that someone from the government was trying to kill me.

I started praying that they weren’t doing the same thing to my wife. The anguish of that thought carries on with me to this day, because I took a position of demanding an answer to a tax question, and for demanding that answer the government decides to eliminate us; I have to blame myself for putting her in this dangerous situation. In my wildest dreams I could never believe that our government, that I was trying to protect, as a United States Constitution Ranger, would turn on us with such evil for their own personal enrichment.

After the officers left I began to realize that either the U.S. Marshals or the U.S. Attorney’s office gave the orders to do this; they would not have done this on their own. As I was lying on the floor, I had much to think about, life and death, meeting God. I couldn’t believe my life was going to end this way. After a while, I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up around 3am, the gas seemed to have dissipated. I got up and went to bed.

Sunday morning, October 7, called chow early, air-conditioning still very cold, could almost see your breath. 7am, gas started coming through the register again; I could immediately identify it, having worked around swimming pools for a long time. It was chlorine. Again the burning sensation, I couldn’t breathe, I again grabbed my rolled-up paper, my blanket, banging on the door as I dropped to the floor. This time it lasted for only about three hours. I got up, thirsty from dehydration, poured some water into the empty milk container, put it to my mouth to take a drink, and on contact my lips began to burn, blisters came out around my mouth. Thank God I didn’t swallow any of it. At this time, I plugged up the vent with toothpaste as best I could, but the cold still came in.

The only way I could drink any of the water, I found, over the next several days, was to shake the water in a container and let it gas off over a twenty-four hour period. Even then it was only barely palpable. Over the next three days, until the following Wednesday, there were no further gas attacks, and the water cleared up to a barely drinkable condition.

During that three days there was no conversation from anyone, never a reply to a question or statement, just cold isolation, until mid-morning on Wednesday, October 10, when the U.S. Marshals came in. They shackled and handcuffed and black-boxed me, took me to a small airport close by, placed me on a Lear jet with pilot, co-pilot, and four marshals. As we were flying to Ohio, I had thoughts of being thrown out of the plane. When I was returned to New England, I was also flown on a small jet, alone with only four marshals, pilot and co-pilot. I seemed odd to me that a non-violent prisoner would be transported in this extremely expensive manner. ?????????

When we arrived at Ohio airport, there were six vehicles, six pairs of men, with shotguns and automatic weapons, which made me think I was someone like Hannibal Lecter. The U.S. Marshals Service formed a caravan of vehicles and drove me for about one hour to Elkton Ohio low-security facility, but I was targeted for the high-max SHU there.

Upon entering the building at R&D (receiving and discharge), I was strip searched again. Each time I entered or left a facility, I was strip searched, bent over, spread the cheeks of my buttocks, lift the testicles, lift the feet, open the mouth, spread the arms to the side.

A photograph was taken after they made sure that I was disheveled and made to look like a criminal from a concentration camp or a drunk. This is standard operating procedure for all prison inmates. I was then removed to a very cold windy holding cell and left there for approximately five hours. They came for me around 5pm, took me to medical where I was given a TB test, stating it was mandatory. Next I was taken to a psychiatrist (or psychologist, I don’t know which), Dr. LeFebre. Speaking with her was the first kind voice I heard in nearly a week, and the first individual I spoke with in that period of time. I was in shock, exceedingly cold, exhausted, hungry, very thirsty, and very concerned about my wife; and in that small warm room with an attractive, seemingly kind lady, I broke and began to cry for about a minute. I composed myself and apologized to her for getting upset. She didn’t seem to care one way or the other.

Then I was taken from that room and introduced to Lieutenant T. Montgomery, who was the SHU lieutenant. I did not know what a SHU was at the time. It turns out it was a high security fogged-over window isolation cell. Mr. Montgomery had me delivered to his office in shackles and cuffs where he asked me if I was alright. I explained to him that I had had an assault on my life at the Rhode Island facility. He asked me if I wanted to file a complaint. I said I did. He had me write it out, which took me about a half hour. After I had filled it out, he said it was a BP8 form, and he would submit it for me, assuring me I would hear a reply about it in a few days, as someone would investigate it for me. No one ever did.

From there I was placed into another cold holding room for about half an hour. I saw a Dr. Clifford, the head psychologist, with Dr. LeFebre, the SHU lieutenant, T. Montgomery standing outside the holding room. They then came for me, took me down the hallway into another section that appeared to be some kind of a secluded medical facility, very scary. There was a room at the end of the hall with all-plexi-glass door and walls. I was placed in this room, and as I looked around, I saw that it only had a single steel-framed cot with no mattress. Directly overhead that at about nine feet was an exceedingly bright fluorescent strip light that had an air-conditioning unit at its base attached to the ceiling that blew out very cold breeze in two directions where the breeze bounced off the walls approximately eleven feet wide, then swirled underneath the steel-framed bunk. In other words, there was no escape from the breeze or the cold air. As I stood there for a couple of minutes, I was ordered to remove all my clothes. As I stood there naked, in the cold, for a few minutes I was handed in a very stiff horse blanket that you could not wrap around yourself properly to keep warm. They then placed a man outside the cell to watch me. I asked him what they were doing this for, and Dr. Clifford said it was because they were a little concerned that I might be suicidal. I said to Dr. Clifford, “I am cold, tired, hungry, in shock, very thirsty, and very concerned about my wife. Dr., you don’t seem to know the difference between someone who is sad and abused, versus someone who would be suicidal.”

I then continued with him, and said, “From my understanding of a suicidal, you would place them in a comfortable warm room to rest or relax in, and to be kind enough to try to find out what is wrong with them and to find out what their problem is. You would never place them in a torture room.” My own thoughts were that I knew this room was designed only for punishment and torture, and these rooms must be removed from the prison facilities everywhere.

I understand that this past idiot president, George Bush, ‘Jr.’ actually approved these torture methods against inmates, Americans, in the prison system, not only in Guantanamo, but far worse in the United States prison system, by orders of the U.S. Attorney’s office/Department of Justice.

For the next fifteen hours or so, until around 9am the following day, I was awake, telling jokes to the two men who came to observe me through the glass, talking about different things, just to keep us both awake; they responded a little. During this time, they were eating and drinking, while I had nothing. At about 9 A. M. , the SHU captain came in, came up to me as I stood by the door, stared down at me as I stood there naked wrapped in the horse blanket, bent over close to my face, put his right finger on his right temple, stared straight into my eyes, and said, “You got to get your mind right.” He held that position for about ten to fifteen seconds, angrily staring into my eyes; then he said as he shook his head, “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you.” I replied, “No, I don’t.” But I did. He wanted me somehow, to comply with his or “their” philosophy. He then turned abruptly and stormed out of that unit, and left.

Dr. Clifford was there, and hesitated about removing me from this room, then seemed to make up his mind, had me dressed, removed and sent to a high max isolation unit in the SHU. This began an entire new level of cruel tortuous abuse, which I am certain is done all over the prison system to many inmates. I was later to learn that political prisoners, those who would question government, were abused far more than the average inmate, even more so than those that committed murder.

I was first placed in a windowless cell at the end of the corridor down in the basement that was absolutely decrepit and dirty and very, very cold. I had a one of the stiff horse blankets. I was in there until the following day; during this time there was no conversation, they were deliberately avoiding communication. Now I was moved to an upper level high-max isolation unit, still very cold, breeze blowing. This began a more than two-month total isolation, twenty-four/seven lock-down. They did offer me one hour a day rec after about two weeks. I asked them what ‘rec’ meant. “Rec” to me meant “wreck.” It was so cold out, and I was in a pair of orange 4X pajamas, I would freeze to death going out there. So I declined. His reply was “it means recreation”, to which I replied, “Re-creation? What are you re-creating out there that would make me want to go out and freeze?” He shrugged his shoulders and left.

From the very first day, the orders to these people were clear to me that there would be no communication from these guards with me, and there wasn’t. There was a daily walk-by by medical to give me my high blood pressure pill, and an 81mg aspirin (a regular aspirin is 325mg.). Outside of that we had a clothes change twice a week, when I was asked what size I wanted, I would tell them medium, and they would yell out to the other guy, give him a 4X. After several weeks when they asked me what size, I would tell them to go to hell, and give me whatever. They began to give me smaller sizes; by the end of five weeks I was getting 2X then 1X.

Also, from day one, the very first night as other inmates were cleaning the halls, I heard the conversation go something like this: “This guy in this cell is a Ranger. Rangers ain’t nothin’. The idiot shoulda paid his taxes”. The door would be kicked a couple of times. This went on for several nights, then it ended. All of this was new to me. All of this was brand new to me. Every experience. I had never had happen to me in my life before, and I was always with someone being antagonistic toward me, with crass statements, rough handling from the marshals with the shackles and cuffs being too tight to the point where I now have permanent nerve damage in both hands. The nerve damage to my feet has cleared up, because I found a way to roll up the manacles inside the cuffs of my pants.

As I would lie there at night, I would hear all these strange sounds of people yelling back and forth to each other, moaning and crying from some, but mostly at night after 11, it got quiet and sleep would come, although the bright lights were always left on, and the cold windy air. We discovered that the cold breeze was to keep us under our blanket to try to keep warm. Cold seems to be universal in the entire prison system to punish, because the BOP (Bureau of Prisons) keeps you cold, keeps you quiet, trying to stay warm. I believe one of the men I heard crying and yelling is a man in his late 50’s to mid 60’s. The second week I was there, I believe he died. I heard the CO’s come in at night, open his door, and remove him.

For the first two weeks in Elkton I was not given any toilet paper, so I used my hand and washed each time. I was given no toiletries of any kind, including soap, for two weeks. After two weeks, out of desperation, I asked for toiletries. They then gave me a set. No one informed me that I had to ask for things to get anything. This is part of their psychological conditioning in the BOP. You must understand the reason I did not ask. This was all new to me. Attempted murder and torture had already been going on since I was first kidnapped on October 4. I was fearful to talk to anybody about anything for fear of further abuse or death. I have always learned in my life, when danger is present, stay quiet, if the danger is seeking you out. Until you understand the rules of the game, you do not have any leverage. Slowly I began to understand the rules; I’m somewhat of a slow learner.

As this writing continues, you will notice that the BOP staff is trained to have no heart, no consideration for benevolence toward any inmate. The staff is conditioned to be hard, neutral, indifferent (indifference is the lowest form of contempt). These men and women in the prison system are trained in subtle continuous cruelty, and I feel that far too many of them enjoy it too much. There are exceptions; the occasional kindness shown by a few of the guards show that they are clearly men and women of God. They are still firm, and they still will not take any nonsense, but they are not abusive or cruel. You can sense the empathy in them; these men and women are respected by the inmates, and always follow their suggestions and orders without question. The cruel ones get resisted.

Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days, days seem like weeks, weeks seem like months, months seem like years, on and on and on, day after day after day, the same repetitious days. Isolation is the cruelest form of punishments; there are many of them, virtually hundreds if not thousands, from the smell of a flower, to the sound of water, to the surf of the ocean, to the breeze through the pines, to the sight of an insect on a leaf, a blade of grass, to the touch or a word, a child’s voice, a birds song, on and on, ad infinitum.

The entire prison system is designed to break you, to mold you, to get you to comply with their so-called new age new world government. This is why political prisoners are abused more than others. I’ll continue now.

As the days turn into weeks at Elkton, the loneliness and isolation slowly begin to do its damage. My throat had been damaged from the gassing in Rhode Island, so that my voice had changed. So, as I was alone, one of the things I would do is sing to myself, but with my damaged larynx, everything was coming out hoarse. I can remember about the fifth week or so, having had no conversation with anybody, I was trying to sing a song; I couldn’t sing, and I noticed my voice was coming out like a dog howling; it was the best sound I could get. As I was doing that, there was a little click in my throat, and a higher note came out of me. I played with it, and the words I used with it in my mind were Yod-hey-vah-hey. As I repeated this for several hours, until finally I had a rhythm going saying God’s name. Out of that came an entire series of chants that I developed in prayer to God, which I still work on to this day.

Not seeing anyone except the passing guards briefly standing and staring in the little window, and the warden and entourage coming through every Friday, laughing, joking and having a grand old time just before they went home for the weekend, while we suffered in these cold refrigerator-like gloomy cells was bad enough. We could picture them going out for a grand meal or recreation far different from what we are offered here. It’s almost as if they were flaunting it in our faces; how could anyone be so happy when surrounded by such sad, lonely, and injured, desperate people?

The food at this facility was absolutely disgusting. Now having been in half a dozen different facilities in a year and a half, and as bad as the food is in the other facilities, Elkton, Ohio facility at times actually served rotten food. The smell could sometimes make you nauseous. The high carbohydrate, starch, fat, sugared, salted, overcooked food stripped of all food value. I lost a total of ten pounds in the first month and leveled off at around 150 pounds, lost another five pounds the second month. I have gained back the fifteen pounds to date.

The bunks were set in a two-man cell, but I was always kept isolated with no cell-mate. The bunks were placed directly in front of the frosted-over windows. The cold air poured in from these cold steel-framed windows, directly over the bunks. Through those two months the ice from the condensation on the walls formed around the windows and ran down the walls to the floor. The frozen air dropped directly onto the bunk. It didn’t matter if you were on the upper or lower bunk. When I attempted to keep it dry with towels in the window, the warden ordered me to remove it with threat of further punishment. So I had to live with 32 degree temperatures coming in the window. So now I had cold air coming in through the window, along with the cold air coming in from the ventilation system. When the sun was out it would melt the ice around the window, which would run onto the floor. When the sun went down, it would freeze again, creating a freezing cold draft which was drop directly onto the bed. I would put up towels to create a screen between the bed and the window to stop the draft.

I was finally able, by about the sixth week, to get a radio with commissary funds sent to me by friends. This was a little help. One of the things I noticed after several days of not being able to shower due to the cold and the fact that there was no hot water in the shower (I sponge bathed every day from the toilet), was a great deal of dust all over the floor, I finally figured out it was my skin flaking off from the dehydration from the cold windy air. I had to clean the cell every day. I used one of my tee shirts as a rag for that purpose.

About the fourth or fifth day I was there, I had a female CO (corrections officer) West gather me up and bring me to a phone call. She said I had an attorney call coming in. I told her I did not have an attorney. She said, “Well, you’ve got one now.” I said, “We’ll see.” It turned out to be Shaun Kranish, stating that he was in an attorney’s office, and that he was making this call for her. I asked him why he brought that person to our house in October. He said he did not know who the man was, he thought it was just another patriot who wanted to help. I told him I doubted it, but I would accept it for now. Shaun continued, saying he wanted to know what was going on, that he had a recorder and was going to record the conversation. I had no idea this was against the rules of the BOP, to record anything. I had never seen any rules. Shaun recorded the conversation and I told the entire story of what happened in Rhode Island and up to that point in Elkton. He did get the story out on the Internet. An investigation was conducted on the record by SIS. The warden at Wyatt stated it was “an industrial accident” to the newspaper. Impossible three days in a row, at different times, with two different kinds of gas.

I was returned to the cell, and the following day, I was again brought out of the cell, and given a “shot” an incident report, that stated that I had used the telephone unlawfully because Shaun was not an attorney, and he recorded our conversation. I ended up going before a DHO (discipline hearing officer) and he gave me a shelved 180 day loss of phone. I explained to him that I had no idea what it was all about; it was just a normal phone call from Shaun. I told him if I knew it was against the rules, I would not have done it, but I had never been given an inmate’s manual. So, now I have been further punished for something I did not do, and had no control over.

I was moved back to the cell, the isolation, and during this time I was also never allowed visits, telephone calls of any kind, or mail. All of this isolation went on for about two months. The last day I was there forty-one pieces of mail were delivered to me, in the evening. The following noontime, after I had read about six letters, I was removed from Elkton, and separated from my mail and everything else again. One further note I wish to add, is, at the end of the first month I was told I could have a phone call. They brought the phone down, put it through the opening in the door, and when I began to dial, it was disconnected, and the voice on the phone said, “You must have a PIN number to make a call.” I only had one memorized phone number, and now I couldn’t even use that. I was now told I must get a PIN number to use the phone. I asked him why they didn’t tell me that to begin with. The answer was, “It’s not my responsibility.” I did receive a PIN number several days later, but was told that I had to wait until the following month to make a phone call (only allowed one call a month). So, the bottom line is, no phone call was ever allowed to me.

A further note, Two days after the TB test I received at Elkton, I broke out in small hive-like pimples that broke easily and bled. They would dry up and slowly go away; but as time went by, more and more would break out, as if it were in my system. Over the past year and a half, I have been given wide-spectrum antibiotics twice; they have failed to eliminate the problem. I still have this problem today, and am anxious to have a real doctor examine me properly.

Some time in late November or early December, I was removed from Elkton, loaded on to an airplane, along with over a hundred others, and flown to Oklahoma Transfer Center. The stay at Oklahoma is usually about two weeks; I and one other were there for fifty-two days. From there I was taken to Fairton, New Jersey, and placed into general population, in early January, 2008.

The first thing I noticed while I was there was the noise. From the time you get up in the morning (5:30 or so), until the time of 10:00 lock-down at night, there is a crescendo of noise that is almost overwhelming. Most of the inmates at this facility were from D.C. The population consisted of approximately 80% blacks, 15% Hispanic, and 5% white. Most of the men were young, gang-oriented, on drug related charges. After hearing many of their cases, I began to realize that more than half of these young men should never be in prison.

The punishment continues here at Fairton FCI (Federal Correctional Institution), in a different manner, though no less abusive. Everything was uneventful for the first few weeks, and I still had not had an inmate handbook, so I still did not know or understand the rules. I was able to use the telephone at this time, so when I called a friend of mine one day, and he asked me if I wanted to hear a recording of a phone call of my wife, I said I did. He asked if I would get in trouble for listening, I replied why would I get in trouble it’s just a recording I am listening to. I didn’t care about their b.s. He then played the recording which was pretty much my wife crying for about a minute, which just brought me to tears. We talked for a few more minutes, then hung up. The following day I received a shot from one of the counselors, which consisted of 180 days loss of telephone and two weeks in the SHU, which I received in a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, one of my cell mates told me his father was dying of cancer, and wanted to get hold of his daughter to ask her to please contact the dying father. He did not have any telephone restrictions, but his commissary funds were tied up, so I added his daughter’s telephone number to my phone list, and he called her the following week. The next day after the call, I was called into the counselor’s office again, and told I was getting another shot, another 180 days loss of telephone now a year total with no telephone calls, in or out - for allowing another inmate to use my phone. Both shots were 200 series shots, which normally would have been a slap on the hand. The shot series increase in severity the lower the number 500 100. I was given an inmate manual the following day. The manual has no mention of forbidding recordings on the phone.

The next incident that I had was with my other cell mate, who had picked up an infection inside his rectum. After several days of trying to get medical treatment, which was denied, the infection began to spread to the point where he could no longer move his bowels. This was by Wednesday. I was wheeling him back and forth to medical each day, and he was only able to sit sideways in the wheelchair. On Thursday I was coming back from the library just at noon chow when I noticed he was in the chair with the warden, half a dozen medical people, SIS personnel around him, as all 1500 inmates are coming and going from chow. I walked up to him, and asked him what was going on, as everyone else was just standing around. My old rescue squad EMT days were kicking in, where you let the most qualified man take control of the situation. Knowing his situation was serious, and no one seemed to know what they were doing, I began to take charge. He told me wheelchair was broken, and one of the PA’s (physician assistant) said they were trying to get him to medical, but there were no other wheelchairs available. They were trying to get him to walk over. I asked them how they expected him to walk over to medical, when he could barely ride in the wheelchair.

This man, at this point, was totally impacted from the infection, and was not able to move his bowels at all. He was jaundiced, and getting worse. I asked them why don’t they just carry him there in the electric cart; there was no reply. I then said then why doesn’t someone lance the problem; they said only a doctor could do this, and there was none available. I told them he had been like this since Sunday, and had been asking for help since that day. This man is going to die if you do not get him the proper care. I then told them that if they will get me a scalpel, I will lance it myself, and clean it up. Their reply was we can’t do that. I then got really angry and said well, someone had damned well do something. About that time, a wheelchair was brought across from medical; they got him into it and moved him off to medical. I got a reprimand for that one. The following day, Friday, the doctor came in, lanced the putrefied cyst in his anus, and over the next several days he recovered.

It appears throughout the prison system there is only the illusion of medical care there is no proper medical or dental care. I cannot guess how many die each year in the prison system due to neglect (currently here at Strafford County DOC in New Hampshire, as I write this, my cell mate here had been complaining about a pain in his head for over a month after he had received a blow to the head; he almost died from negligence and misdiagnosis. More explanation later).

Over the course of the next couple of months things were not as abusive, with the exception of having no visitors allowed, and my mail was restricted or lost, incoming and outgoing, which goes on to this day.

In April I was placed into an unlawful eight-man unit. This unit is in violation of all the laws regarding incarceration, in the world. When I got out of the SHU the second time, they placed me in another unit, and the counselor said he would rather stick me outside in the snow than in a cell. Instead he placed me in this eight-man cell that consisted of seven black Muslims, I being a white Christian seemed rather odd. As it turned out, it was more abusive treatment and punishment, for whatever reason. The cell was about 24 feet by 12 feet, 8 feet high. There was no air ventilation, and the air-conditioning unit did not work. The only way to circulate air was with a fan. It had an average temperature of 95 to 100 degrees twenty-four hours a day. There was a roaring fan. I was given the bed right below the air-conditioning unit which was about three feet above the bunk. It was too close, and no one else would sleep in that bunk, so I slept in a chair, which seemed to aggravate the counselors to no end. You would have to be this kind of cell to appreciate it. We had one toilet in the cell, for these eight men. Because of the men in the cell, in order to keep the smell done, you would flush as you defecated. I counted the number of flushes with one of the cell mates who loved to irritate everybody else; he flushed the toilet thirty-five times in one night. Most of the cellies would go maybe once during the night with two or three flushes. That means an average of sixty times a night. I became the token white guy in the cell, and on the most part we got along. They promised me a two-man cell like most of the inmates had, but it never came about.

Many of the other inmates frequently asked me why the prison personnel were treating me so badly all the time. I told them I had no idea. They would tell me that they had done far worse, and were not treated nearly so harshly. Every day it would be something, from the warden, medical, the C.O.’s, counselors, with no let up. I would ask them when the abuse was going to stop. They would say they didn’t know what I was talking about, or they would say you’ll have to ask the warden. The best I could tell was that all the abuse was coming down from the U.S. attorney’s office. I was told, even by some of the marshals, that the U.S. Attorney’s office dictates what happens in the prisons. Thus, I can only conclude that Mr. Thomas P. Colantuono, the U.S. Attorney in New Hampshire, one of the individuals against whom we had filed tort charges, is the one responsible for all of our anguish.

The heat in there was so bad, and the sickness that kept passing back and forth among us was continuous. Most mornings half of us would be sitting by the door breathing fresh air through the little trap door.

Toward the end of June, while I had been working on the UCC process for several months, which the prison staff didn’t seem to like, I was told to send all my stuff to R&D.
I believed we were finally getting a break and we were being released. Instead, after delivering my property to R&D, I was ordered to the SHU where I remained for over a week. I was then put on a bus alone at 4am and driven to Philadelphia where we picked up 40 or 50 other inmates, and was flown to Oklahoma Transfer Center. I was placed in maximum security lock-down 24/7 for over two weeks, and then flown to Marion, Illinois Penitentiary.

At Marion I was placed in an 18-man high security lock-down. BOP calls it a communication monitoring unit (CMU), but in fact it is a high max isolation control unit that was designed for mind control and human conditioning by Drs. Lieberman, Schein, and B. F. Skinner in the mid-60’s for the federal prison systems when they emptied out Alkatraz.

It seems odd to me that for asking a question of an income tax issue, which seems rather benign, that I am being treated with such abuse and high security. What is it they fear about myself and my wife? I have asked many of them, no one will answer. One exception at Elkton, Ohio a captain who said I had to get my mind right, and a disciplinary hearing officer (DHO) who leaned across his desk when I asked him why I was being treated so badly, and said,, “Because you pissed off a lot of people, Mr. Brown.” Now all I have to do I figure out who I p.o.’d off. I never realized doing the right thing for one’s country was wrong.

The Marion facility is still conducting 90% of the behavioral and conditioning methods of the above, which is now being used in the prison system throughout country. The methods are so restrictive that you are totally disallowed any way with which to help yourself. All mail, visitors, telephone are denied except for those the facility will allow. Of course, the facility works directly with the U. S. Attorney’s office, who likes to keep their “successful” cases in prison, particularly the ones that he knows are innocent. Someone sent to Marion disappears. The only mail I had was from my wife and Joe Haas for the last three months I was there.

The CMU at Marion is an all-oppressive unit for the purpose of having an inmate so isolated and secluded that people will lose interest, he will lose interest, because of loss of all hope, and thus be totally dependent on his jailers for all needs, which then makes him malleable and compliant to whatever the government wants. It is nothing more than a 1984 Big Brother scenario. Once all hope is lost, a man will begin to die. That is the goal of the U.S. Attorney’s office. Many have already died over the years, with the designation “Escaped by Death” placed on their death certificate. They do this particularly with political prisoners such as my wife and myself.

As of this writing, my wife and I are in Strafford County DOC in Dover, N.H., reaching out to whomever within the governmental structure that is lawful and legitimate to save us from what the U.S. Attorney plans to do to us. We fear our lives will be lost. Most certainly they have been decimated. Four other men whose only crime was to offer us support in the event we were attacked and our lives threatened, as any good neighbor or American would do or should do, have since been incarcerated.

One of the officers of the court said to me, they intend to bury you, and if you appear to be putting together a viable defense, they will separate you and not allow you to confer for the trial. This says it all. I feel that nothing less than military intervention to provide us with sanctuary is adequate for this run-away U.S. Attorney/judicial system, which is destroying lives and murdering people on a daily basis. I do not say this lightly, and I do not say this without sad proof. Must we die for standing for the rights of everyone?

I can now fully understand what our forefathers had to endure under the same official oppression, torture, murder, and cruelty, by, it turns out, the same organized people today. The only crime any of us committed in this matter, having injured no one, having damaged no property of anyone, was to take a stand against this run-away administration that fabricates allegations and charges against many people increasingly on a daily basis, for the sole purpose of expanding its private agenda within our government. If we ever receive a legitimate lawful hearing, we would be set free immediately. However, there are no courts left in America, only the court of public opinion. We wait for you.

The greatest enemy a nation has is the silence of its people. George Washington All that is needed for evil to abound is that good men do nothing. Thomas Jefferson

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Thanks for posting Ray. And, happy to see the site is back up; at least for me it was down for about the last week. I'm off to send Ed's saga-so-far out to others.

Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:13 pm

Saga of Ed & Elaine Brown Chapter #2.

Thanks for posting Ray. And, happy to see the site is back up; at least for me it was down for about the last week. I'm off to send Ed's saga-so-far out to others.

You're welcome aa You are doing the right thing in spreading to one and all, that of Ed and Elaines experiences in prison. Elaine asked me to distribute as much of their paperwork and experiences as possible. Public awareness of the true facts of their case might assist them in their appeal.

You see, Ed & Elaine were railroaded by the authorities. One can see the depth and breadth of their research and arguments, yet none of it saw the light of day. All because a judge sitting in judgment of another in our present corrupt judicial system can sit by and deny such motions without comment. That and disallowing the Browns from putting on their own witnesses prevents any justice from arising in American Courts. THAT MUST BE CHANGED. ONLY THE SOVEREIGN PEOPLE CAN CHANGE IT.

The Unconstitutional Administrative Courts of Oregon, operating in contract law, did the same thing with me when I found myself forcibly brought before the bar. They disallowed all witnesses and motions. The refused to answer the fundamental question of Jurisdiction and still have not done so to this very day. That alone allowed me to walk away by refusing to accept their offer of sentencing. The same should have occurred with Ed and Elaine.

I perceived Ed and Elaines outcome is directly traced to the talkative supporters who refused to act on their behalf when the opportunity was there. Is it too late for them. I don't see it as so.

Anyway aa, thanks for your help.

Ray

The only question I have is "When the Hell are Americans going to WAKE UP
and assert themselves as the REAL GOVERNMENT?

**Member** Joined: Jun 12, 2007 Posts: 3128

Dearest Ray,

Today was the first day that I could access the site. To be truthful I was more than depressed by Elaine's sentence. Then shortly afterwords we had a hurricane here. Hurricane Jimena. The electricity, net and phones were down for approximately two weeks of so. We were declared a disaster area. I am fine, and with the exception of some water leaking into the house here and there my home is fine too. Then we were threatened again with another hurricane but we only had 36 hours of rain. The final one was this past week hurricane Rick but thank God it hit south of here. And of course the site was down for some time.

I am so glad that you have Ed and Elaine's memory stick. There is no one that I could have thought of who is more capable of getting all of that information out but you.

I have spent the past three hours catching up and reading Elaine and Ed's words. Could not help but shed a few tears.

I have posted some of the information on two other sites that I frequent, http://suijurisclub.net .......... and http://restoretherepublic.net I will continue to post all that you have already posted on MTS. This way more people will get to know the whole story.

It kills me to know that they are in prison, while the criminals who stage false flags, lie us into wars for their own gain, have looted trillions from the American people with their bailouts, caused the economic downturn, off shored jobs, and are the cause of many of the foreclosures in this country to continue to roam free! Surely to God we can devise a moral monetary system, courts where justice prevails, and a decent government. I know that I for one will not stop speaking out and leading people to the truth in my own small way.

If you have Elaine's new address I would appreciate getting it..........as you know the last 5 or 6 letters were all returned. I want to write her consistently, so she knows that we have not and will not forget them.

I heard you on the National Intel Report a couple of days ago and I was pleased that John Stadmiller DID listen and he HEARD you. You were a voice of sanity and your message touched my heart once more. I also believe that you got through to John. That was a wonderful few minutes of radio.

Thank you for all you are doing on Ed and Elaine's behalf. Thank you for being you.

Fond Regards,
Maureen/MaidMarion

Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:38 am

The Spiritual Key to the Future of America.: (Was Saga of Ed & Elaine Brown Chapter #2)

MaidMarion wrote:

Raymond Karczewski (arkent3@earthlink.net) wrote:

Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:13 am

Dearest Ray,

mm: > Today was the first day that I could access the site. To be truthful I was more than depressed by Elaine's sentence. Then shortly afterwords we had a hurricane here. Hurricane Jimena. The electricity, net and phones were down for approximately two weeks of so. We were declared a disaster area. I am fine, and with the exception of some water leaking into the house here and there my home is fine too. Then we were threatened again with another hurricane but we only had 36 hours of rain. The final one was this past week hurricane Rick but thank God it hit south of here. And of course the site was down for some time.

rk: Maureen, sounds like you've had your hands full with the storms. Glad to hear all is well after all is said and done.

mm: > I am so glad that you have Ed and Elaine's memory stick. There is no one that I could have thought of who is more capable of getting all of that information out but you.

mm: > I have spent the past three hours catching up and reading Elaine and Ed's words. Could not help but shed a few tears.

rk: I too, was emotionally moved when I heard of Elaine's verdict.
I could not imagine the American People would not have raised a voice in support of sovereignty and freedom (the whole point of the Ed and Elaine Brown Trial), yet they have not. It points out to me at least, the level of media mass hypnosis that quite effectively controls the minds of the average American man/woman.

mm: > I have posted some of the information on two other sites that I frequent, http://suijurisclub.net .......... and http://restoretherepublic.net I will continue to post all that you have already posted on MTS. This way more people will get to know the whole story.

rk: Good. We, who have the eyes to see and ears to hear cannot allow this American Travesty of Justice to continue to operate and grow in the Consciousness of Americans, wherein fear, slavery, and broken-spirited people have replace a nation of once proud, productive, independent, free and liberty minded populace who made up the "land of the free and home of the Brave.".

mm: > It kills me to know that they are in prison, while the criminals who stage false flags, lie us into wars for their own gain, have looted trillions from the American people with their bailouts,

rk: Maureen, that doesn't have to be. It can only occur in the manipulated consciousness of broken-spirited people who have, through a life-long agenda of media based mind control, been made to doubt themselves. They are the Co-creators of their own personal and collective world, in other words, their circumstances. What they have created through their own consent and support, they can un-create by BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT.

rk: This issue of BOYCOTT, which I have been outlining for years is not understood by conflicted, conditioned, obedience-bound, robotic people. They fail to see the ease and power of such simple but devastating action when personal BOYCOTT is implemented.

rk: You see, Satan operates in one's life only by deceit and invitation. With being invited and accepted in one's consciousness, Satan has NO POWER. His power lies only in Hell. the hell of opposing dualism, and upon those who have placed themselves voluntarily within such jurisdiction of hell.

rk: This unwhole god of the Intellect operates by generating endless conflict through dualistic opposition found only in the Intellect. Thought and action are vastly different vibratory realms of consciousness.

rk: The power of Satan has no ability to stand up to an holistic consciousness, one which merely withdraws its divine awareness energy away from the realm of intellectually imposed conflict. It is like living in the eye of the hurricane, a point of calmness pervades wherein evil is swirling all about them but cannot enter their inner sanctum of peace. That is the spiritual secret that few are able to grasp. It was that act of BOYCOTT which allowed me to break the back of the Oregon/Josephine County Justice system. I did not fight them, I did not resist them. I lived in the moment, nonviolently. I was a free man. Though my body was imprisoned, my spirit was not. da I just did not cooperate. They were at their wits end as to what tactic to use at the end of my two combined hunger strikes of 55 days. When I rejected their sentencing offer (contract), they had no choice but to throw me out of their jail. Had the American People did the same with Judge SINGAL in Ed and Elaine's case, i.e. compelled him to answer the question of Jurisdiction, Ed and Elaine would not now be in jail.

rk: > Satanic tactics require organization, masses of people who mindlessly support politically correct movements conjured up by their satanic mind-controlling handlers. There may be thousands of people involved, but when they give up their energy, their sovereignty to leaders who purportedly represent them such movement is not possessed of the energy of thousands, but of one distilled mindset.. In any situation wherein one individual opposes one government, the government wins every time, therefore the masses are unwittingly controlled through the mindset of their leadership. Hell, isn't it?

rk: What would happen if millions of individuals acting independently, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, coast to coast withdraw their actual support and finances from the government? They would no longer be regarded by their leadership as peons, as human resourses, slaves, would they? The question of master and servant answers itself, even to the most obtuse of minds.

mm: > caused the economic downturn, off shored jobs, and are the cause of many of the foreclosures in this country to continue to roam free! Surely to God we can devise a moral monetary system, courts where justice prevails, and a decent government. I know that I for one will not stop speaking out and leading people to the truth in my own small way.

rk: Maureen, all of what you say is true, but first one must assert their sovereignty, their freedom, remove their slave chains to allow them free movement to create the world they deserve to have. Do you see the difference between what I have promoted in my writing from the endless, circular, go-nowhere, opposing rumbling of embarrased, face-saving slaves? The difference between my writing and others is quite palpable, and it is almost universally resisted. The question everyone should ask themselve is WHY?

rk: I am a free man a sovereign man.. I am what freedom looks like to those who live in an unfree world. Observe the measures detractors will go to, in order to protect and preserve the very chains of slavery that bind them. My website http://www.arkenterprises.com with its many links is a massive spiritual resource for all freedom-loving people ready to drop the chains that bind them.

mm: > If you have Elaine's new address I would appreciate getting it..........as you know the last 5 or 6 letters were all returned. I want to write her consistently, so she knows that we have not and will not forget them.

rk: Since the verdict, Elaine has been in transit. As of yesterday, she is now back at Carswell. the address is
Elaine Alice Brown
[03924-049] FMC Carswell
Federal Medical Center
PO Box 27137
Fort Worth, TX 76127

mm: > I heard you on the National Intel Report a couple of days ago and I was pleased that John Stadmiller DID listen and he HEARD you. You were a voice of sanity and your message touched my heart once more. I also believe that you got through to John. That was a wonderful few minutes of radio.

rk: John has opposed the non-violent approach to BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT at every turn, only because he is conflicted in his limited understanding of his spiritually/worldy position. He is an organizer, does not perceive the deeper significance of his position. John is a good guy, a charming guy, but his flashes of anger from time to time which reveal his frustrations have not yet opened himself up to understanding the efficacy of individual action. John is barking up the wrong tree. However, you are correct, some walls came tumbling down in our last conversation. John heard me, perhaps for the first time, not superficially, but deeply.

rk: Violence cannot defeat peace for it has nothing to oppose. Hell is based in conflict, violence, division. It is stopped cold by clear and authentic nonviolence, for, as already said, it cannot feed off any opposition.

rk: My suggestion of BOYCOTT BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT, is such action. It is a spiritually based, nonviolent momentum exercised at an authentic level, not a hypocritical staged even/level, used as a satanic political ploy. When the American people are truly awakened to the efficacy of BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT, BOYCOTT, America shall truly have a revolution but it shall be a NONVIOLENT ONE.

rk: I would suggest this interchange be distributed far and wide on the Internet, for it contains the spiritual key to the future of America in it.

mm: > Thank you for all you are doing on Ed and Elaine's behalf. Thank you for being you.

Fond Regards,
Maureen/MaidMarion

**Member** Joined: Jun 12, 2007 Posts: 3128

Thank you Ray for your wonderful response as usual.

Like John, when I allow myself to become conflicted and not stay planted firmly with in the non-violent, boycott, boycott, boycott, mode, I have flashes of anger. So you response was timely to say the least. I have been feeling frustrated and angry since the sentencing and the hurricane, tropical storms and dealing with the damage did not help matters! So your reply was exactly what I needed as a reminder!

Yes John "got it" and he did listen intently. It was a riveting few minutes and his response to you was genuine and sincere. I have listened in the past when John did not allow you to talk and was sad about that. Walls did come tumbling down. Keep a copy of that interchange and when John reverts back to old behavior................just send it to him as a reminder!!! lol.

Thank you for Elaine's address. I will be sure to write her today and get it state side ASAP.

It is great to have the site up again. That too contributed to my frustration!

Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:54 pm

Ed & Elaine Brown: Symbols of Freedom and Liberty In America.

Elaine Alice Brown
[03924-049] FMC Carswell
Federal Medical Center
PO Box 27137
Fort Worth, TX 76127

October 23, 2009
Dear Elaine,

Yesterday, I finally located you and sent the letter I wrote since our last contact but could not send for lack of an address.. As you know, I share all of our communications on the Internet.

Today, I responded to the following request from Maureen (MaidMarion) for your address. You and Ed are gone from our midst but not forgotten.

I perceive a shift in consciousness is underway in America, and a positive one at that.

Please do not lose faith. One must face the darkness before coming to the light.

You and Ed are a symbol of "freedom under attack" in America. Your courageous, stand alone actions during your horrendous ordeal continue to shine brightly exhibiting the true American spirit of courage and responsibility to Americans who have been conditioned to doubt themselves.

. You are doing God's Work in exposing the unworkable, corrupt American judicial system which primarily trods upon the Rights of all Americans while by supporting the increasing insanity of bogus pyramided charges being conjured up by prosecutors and police just to fill our prisons and build a corporate prison slave labor force.

Your actions have equally exposed the spiritual impotence of a Godless system ruled by black-robed Pharisees, who fear the wrath of the tyrannized public by their staunch refusals to answer the fundamental question of whether any such fictional court has Jurisdiction over Living, Breathing, Flesh-and-Blood, Sentient, Natural men and women who are not corporate citizens, have not waived their Rights, nor entered into contract with the courts by giving their consent to the Judicial proceedings..

I do perceive that freedom-loving American's will not allow you and Ed to languish in prison for very long.

Love

Ray

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The Spiritual Key to the Future of America.: (Was Saga of Ed & Elaine Brown Chapter #2)

MaidMarion wrote:

Raymond Karczewski (arkent3@earthlink.net) wrote:

Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:13 am

Dearest Ray,

mm: > Today was the first day that I could access the site. To be truthful I was more than depressed by Elaine's sentence. Then shortly afterwords we had a hurricane here. Hurricane Jimena. The electricity, net and phones were down for approximately two weeks of so. We were declared a disaster area. I am fine, and with the exception of some water leaking into the house here and there my home is fine too. Then we were threatened again with another hurricane but we only had 36 hours of rain. The final one was this past week hurricane Rick but thank God it hit south of here. And of course the site was down for some time.