Karl
Louis Guillen was born on August 25th, 1967, to Billie Lee Querl, and the Querl
family. Steven Michael Caldwell, Karl's biological father, was told that Billie
had had a miscarriage, and that Karl had died. Steven Michael Caldwell, who
went to prison shortly before Karl was born, does not know that his son Karl
lives. Karl did not know about Steven, until he was in his late teens.
At fourteen years old, because of family problems. Karl is sent to a Boys Ranch
in Texas, where exists an institution of rare hardness. At seventeen, Karl escapes,
and hitch-hikes over a thousand miles back home, while being chased. Upon arriving
home, he learned that he was sent away because his mother and step-father (Leonardo
Guillen) were getting a divorce.
At home, attending school and living with his mother, Karl and a friend from
Boys Ranch, steal property from a sporting goods store. His friend is busted
with guns, Karl is busted with a pistol, and is arrested. For a year, because
he wouldn't snitch on his friend and took the blame, Karl is placed into a juvenile
camp.
Back home, Karl begins college and work, but soon finds college boring, and
opts to join the military to get a better college, but also to get away from
the influence of trouble.
After basic training in the cold Winter at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, in 1986, Karl
is sent to South Korea, but soon finds authority and hypocrisy are the same,
and is soon discharged.
Back home in California, Karl finds his step-father, Leonardo, dying of cancer,
and one morning, on a feeling, Karl goes to his step-father's home to find him
dead on the toilet. The last breath being expelled, the eyes... Leonardo had
never told Karl, his only son (adopted or not) that he loved him.
With all his savings, the inherited 1967 Volkswagen, Karl leaves for Florida,
to get away from bickering and probate issues, but the VW's motor fuses between
California and Phoenix, Arizona. A stranger, Richard Ricci, offers Karl the
use of his garage for repairs, rents him a room, and comes into confidence with
him. A few days later, while at a bar with Rick, someone steals Karl's wallet,
with all the documents and money. A few days later Richard asks Karl to move
out, to go live with Dolly, Richard's friend who likes Karl very much. Karl
and Richard load all of Karl's luggage and property into a truck, and they head
for Dolly's house, but stop off at a billiard parlor, where Karl drinks until
they won't serve him anymore. They drive off, but at a stop-light, Richard speeds
up. The police see this, and a chase begins. 20 cars and helicopters all enjoined,
until the tires are blown out., and Richard and Karl, passed out drunk, flee.
Richard, yelling to Karl, tells him to take the most expensive thing. Karl,
unable to carry his clothes or luggage, grabs a gun to sell for reimbursement.
Karl stumbled drunkenly up the highway-side hill, and falls into the ditch a-top
the gun. A police officer, Greg Yeager, jumps on a passed out Karl some minutes
later, while Richard is crying out that he wasn't driving (cause a police car
had been hit twice.)
In police custody Karl says nothing, while Richard blames Karl for all. Richard
is released, and Karl is bailed out of jail by Dolly for $250 dollars. When
Karl goes for his hearing, he finds he's charged with two Counts of Aggravated
Assault and two Counts of Trafficking in Stolen Property. Moreover, he finds
that Richard Ricci has been cleared of all accusations because he told on Karl.
Afterwards, Karl goes back to Dolly's home, and eventually he and Casius (an
ex-army friend) run into Michael K. Barber, who they knew from the military.
Michael is working at a gun shop illegally, and after speaking with Karl and
Casius for two hours, after work, Karl decides not to see Barber again. He gives
Barber a wrong telephone number. Karl does not show up at a future meeting.
Driving back to Dolly's from Casius' home, the traffic turns black-mask wearing
soldiers, who smash into Karl's car, and point guns at him. Karl is arrested,
this time for Conspiracy to rob a store. Barber told police that Karl said he
would rob the store. From October 1988 to 1990 the State tried to get Karl to
plead guilty for a lesser penalty, but Karl always insisted he was innocent
for the assaults (scaring police) and the conspiracy. A young prosecutor, looking
to move up, Patrick J. Schneider, prosecuted Karl like a habitual criminal,
though Karl had never been in trouble there before in his life, nor had he ever
harmed anyone. Karl received 18.75 years and 26 years years, and in January
of 1990, was sent to the state's most dangerous prison. The Walls, or central
unit, in Florence, Arizona. However, Karl has always been fighting for his innocence
and to be productive and help people, but because he is a inmate, he is stigmatized
by circumstance, no matter how unjust the system has been to him.
In 1993, in a crowded chow hall, a gangster was killed near Karl's four man
table. One officer said he "saw someone later identified to him as Karl
L. Guillen." Another guard said he saw two fights. But it is Karl who was
taken to the hole, and where for seven years they threatened him with the death
penalty, tortures, and sensory deprivations. During this period Karl's mother,
worried for her son, came down with cancer. The state offered Karl to plea guilty.
Karl said "NO." Then the State offered for Karl not to plead guilty,
but "no contest" for 10 to 20 years, beginning from 1993. Karl, because
his family, his friends in Italy, and because he hoped to receive 10 years only,
accepted a "no contest" plea agreement.
However, it does not end here. At a sentencing hearing, Karl arrives, alone,
shackled, hand-cuffed, at the Pinal County courthouse, where he finds his attorneys
have "forgotten no call" all the witnesses in mitigation, failed to
present the Petitions from Italy, and from personal friends. The judge was also
related to one of Karl's previous attorneys, who'd been resigned for "ethical
reasons." Judge Don gave Karl 20 years maximum based upon lies.
It is estimated that for three cases, Karl now needs about 25,000 dollars per
case, or about 100,000 dollars total. Every little bit helps, towards hiring
a decent and good attorney.
Revised auto-biography by the author. Karl L. Guillen - Florence January
2001
A DEATHLY PERSPECTIVE
I know
up close; the chill of State sanctioned murder, which now thrives in the American
"Justice System". An admittedly imperfect system. In 1990, through 1992,
I lived 20 meters from the "Death House", as it's called in Arizona.
When they killed Danny Ray, the first execution in Arizona in some time, I saw
the cyanic smoke being expelled through a rusting pipe, which is set in the roof
for just that purpose. And it seemed, as if within that glowing blue gas, a soul
was being purged from the Earth. Then the audience macabre exited the red brick
building, talking and laughing, but not all, though they seemed so out of character
when compared to the majority of the American populace, who are indeed kind, caring,
and generous, but who are also sometimes not informed with all the facts.
The facts; human beings are imperfect, ergo, any system created by human beings,
implementing and using human beings, shall never be without fault. Approximately
10% of all eyewitnesses identify wrong suspects, and 5 to 15% of all convicted
persons in America are actually innocent. I would venture to say that even those
persons who plead guilty, are pleading guilty to a crime they did not commit,
in certain cases, (I know this latter part well.) simply to escape the death penalty.
Lastly it is no coincidence that almost all person under death warrant, or who
are awaiting a trial upon which the death penalty is threatened, are poor. (Race
has its place in certain proceeds, but money, or lack thereof, to pay for Justice,
is ultimately the deciding factor.)
We could blame money, or racial prejudice, or religious prejudice, or the thousands
of other reasons human beings use to prejudge and preconceive. We could blame
governments, as in some instances, China, America, and other like governments
who aren't guided by some form of religious dogma.
We could blame the peoples of the countries that are committing and condoning
these sanctioned murders.
We could blame the media, who propagates paranoia and a hightened sense of crime,
in the name of ratings, which goes back to money.
Or we could not blame anyone, and begin to do something about it. Enlighten the
unenlightened. Teach the unschooled. Forgive the unforgiven. Protest the propaganda,
overpower these falsities with the truth, with the humanity, with the kindness
learned by you elder nations of civilization. Support the unsupported. If one
person did one small thing, then the small thing would be a big thing when combimed
with the others.
As I said, I know death closely, as I've been awaiting a trial with death penalty
implications. I've been kept in a box for 6 years, pounded by the insanity around
me, the lack of humanity and elements you probably take for granted. I have no
support, no money to pay for the support, and this is my dilemma; lie and save
my life and get out of prison someday, or die for my innocence and be a martyr
for whomever has heard my cries. What would you do? That is the position many
persons in the United States of America find themselves in today.
Karl L. Guillen - Florence November 1999
A POINT AT WHICH DISTINCTIONS TURN...
I
am seven-seven-six-one four. My current designation; inmate. I find myself an
inadvertent prisoner in the American judicial system, and in so being I am a burden
upon the tax-paying public. On a grand scale, I weigh down the world with my forced
stagnancy. My home is a eight foot square box, and my neighbors are a mixture
of the insane, or those going to meet them. Never leaving this cement and steel
enclosure, my body has evolved. I see my bones wrapped in green vines, and I am
blinded by the sun, though I've had only two occasions in seven years upon which
to base this theory. My internal systems reject water, the basis for life, but
my warder medicate and console, assuring my well-being.
I am a trillion dollar a year product, and the shamed catalyst for a million jobs;
attorneys, judges, prosecutors, police, prison administrators, senators, legislators,
construction industries, computer industries, doctors, pharmaceutical industries,
and allthe support staff intertwined within the job corps of the growing American
prison industry. Their livelihood is a derivative of my captivity, but not my
deeds, for np crime exists upon which my 26 and 18.75 year sentence is based.
It is no small wonder that abuses thrive within the processing, policing, and
packaging of the human product. Surely, crimes are committed, there are victims,
there are innocents, and there are the guilty. But we have become pinioned by
our own legislative and judicial creativity to lock away our citizen, to sew more
seeds for next fiscal years crop of taxpayer allotments. Many who land behind
the steel and cement gates are those who have happened into the venus's-flytrap
that is America's fat judicial industry, whereinstead of school doors there are
shiny new cell doors, and where instead learning and rehabilitation we warehouse
and breed institutionalization.
It is not difficult to find oneself within the wheels of the grinder, for as with
any valuable commodity, the government finds various means of acquiring the product.
there is a national interest in keeping me in prison, which permeates and corrupts
the very justicewe fain serve. The dichotomy is complex. Without the prison industry
there would go missing a trillion dollar monopoly, but to fall this beast would
require facing the teeth to reach down its throat and grasp the heart of the monster.
Crime and punishment; rehabilitation or institutionalization, policing or teaching,
vengeance or forgiveness. The choices are normally clear, though sometimes muddied
in the political debate, or in the tears of victims. But most voices are blind
to the lies and injustices that trascend the hooded eyes of trials and appeals,
for they begin at the initial stages. At the arrest, where reports are not so
much lies as they are bolstered. At the arraignment, where prosecutors bring indictments
far more severe than the actual physical crime or intent. By the time a criminal
defendant reaches the pretrial stage they may face tens, even hundreds, of years
in prison. That threat is the hammer used by every prosecutor in America to pound
the not-so-guilty, and even the innocent citizen, into the grips of the plea agreement.
All those "crimes" disappear, vanishing into thin air once the deal
is done, as if they'd never existed. And sometimes they didn't.
Woe be to he, or she, who refuses the deal, for there is no conscience in this
game, where young middle-class prosecutors control the lives of the lower classes
and unfortunates, and where judges are often kept out of the loop until trila
or have become so shackled by election banners and favors that decisions rarely
reflect justice served.
We have forgotten what a day and night in prison truly is, and in this necessary
ignorance judges dole out years like days, decades like years, and death as if
Christians in 1st century Rome. These same judges have been forced to become politicians
to be re-elected, and have therefore corrupted themselves in these waters, owing
favors to the election campaign fund donors, mostly prosecutors unions, and other
sharks with their own agendas.
Yet I am on another highway, still being built, where one lives but never leaves,
exist but never breathes. But the road traveled was not the road taken.
I was a weary, dogged traveler, escaping the nightmare of death, fleeing my father's
dark brown eyes, which had fixed upon me a dark summer morning in 1988. I touched
his cheek, too late to stop the morphine he'd used to fly away from his cancer
ridden body. And this flight I watched all the way through, but it left my soul
hollow, my spirit heavy. What comfort I may have provided left me tired, stumbling
forward, wandering blindly guided by cruel fates into the trap of the American
justice system.
My flesh has been torn, and my brain battered, in these last years and years of
solitary confinement. My skin knows not what touch is, and my memory has forgotten
that connection with fellow human beings, both physical and spiritual. A vast
wasteland in my future, uncertain, growing vague as each year passes. My hands
have been broken for lesser words than these, while justice turns a blind eye,
but I shall fight on till madness or death seizes my throat and closes my voice.
I bear the scars of a hundred battles, and each day I wake to the sound of death
sharpening his scythe. Animals roam about, their cries and pain-filled moans infect
the sturdiest of minds. With every passing moment mercilles hope teases, a ghost
who will not appear nor speak, but exists in the form of appeals and post conviction
petitions. Even still, the state and federal governments seek to prune away these
failsafes, in the name of economics. Justice be damned for the 5 to 15% of innocent
human beings who have become the prodict for the very prison industry that pulls
the strings of the puppet politicians.
I stir no hive unwarranted. I cast no net without hunger as my reasoning. I ask
simply, what would those outside these boxes of steel and rock have? Is the weekly
paycheck so dear, and peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains
and impressment, prison and power-mad politicians drunk off the fruits of absolutism.
My name is Karl Louis Guillen, but nobody has called me by my proper name in twelve
years. I am a prisoner, for crimes of which no proof exists of their happening.
Nor could exist. Some day, they say, I shall be released back into your midst,
and though my scars and invisible welts may seem hideous to you, I beg patience,
for I shall not know whether this insanity be fixed, or fleeting. If from these
rock tombs I am born anew, I shall have been purified by the fires of hell that
I have tread, and I shall fear not, for my wings shall have already faced the
fiercest storms, and I have felt the sting of a thousand lashes upon my spirit
with each command.
They cal me "worst of the worst", "monster", "stupid",
"frivolous", and a "threat to society" though I've never harmed
them, or threatened them. But this attitude keeps those who serve the master,
prison industry, in good spirits, with a purpose and an enemy, despite the fact
that we are one and the same. Human beings.
I have been marginalized with millions of others, who could not see the spikes
set out by the American justice system. Freedom is not free, nor easy to maintain,
for man's error is his usurpitous nature to rule, to seek more power. However,
such evolutions must be vigilantly monitored before they reach a point at which
the distictions turn, from justice to injustice, from policing to police state,
from freedom to fascism.
Karl L. Guillen - Florence May 2000
REPEAT CYCLE
In
America there are over 2,000,000 prisoners,
a nearly 1 to 150 inmate to citizen ratio. The U.S.A. has surpassed all other
countries in percentile prison population, and continues to grow. (American National
Institute of Justice, Statistics). Yet as citizens begin to reap the cultural
consequences of their political "wars", be they on drugs, guns, crime,
et cetera, we, as humanists, must once again look into the bureaucratic mire of
the prison systems, beyond the media and political machinations that purport and
propagate a national hysteria of burgeoning crime, and anti-prisoner sentiment.
America is going backwards in time, when it comes to rehabilitation, human rights,
and the housing of our, yes, OUR criminals.
After Attica in 1971, where 43 human beings died under Rockefeller's order, like
a duck shoot, America's attention momentarily focused on the state of its prisons,
drawn by not only the existing cruelty in nearly all of the American prisons,
but by the cries of the dead. Many people around the world did not know, and did
not want to know, about America's history of prisoner abuse. However, in America,
inmates have always been subjected to abuses and maltreatments. From the 1940's
to the 1970's, prisoners were exposed to radiation experiments. (Prison Legal
News, March 1999, Can Prisoners Glow In The Dark?). One of the father's of today's
mental experimentations on inmates is psychology professor, Dr. Edgar Schien,
of M.I.T. (W.W. Norton, N.Y. 1961, Coercive Persuasion). Indeed, at a 1962 MIT
seminar, Dr. Schien explained "how physical, psychological, and chemical
techniques of coercion inflicted upon American prisoners of war, could be used
on prisoners of law in American prisons." (Harper's, August 1978, by Jessica
Mitford, The Torture Cure). Adding to this dehumanization was University of Michigan's
psychologist, Dr. James V. McConnel, who compared the human psyche to that of
flatworms and rats, easily manipulated with behavioral techniques. (Psychology
Today, April 1971, Criminals Can Be Brainwashed-Now). So it is no wonder that
when America looked inside its prison, following Attica, the world was horrified.
And changes were implemented. Education, rehabilitation, and vocation became par
for the prisoner routine, and recidivism began dropping.
From the 1980's to the present date, while America and the world slept, lulled
by the false sense of security given them by political mouth-pieces and state
propaganda, the prisons reverted back to their old ways. Now, pushed into a state
of anti-inmate sentimentality by media and political hyperbole, U.S. and State
legislators quietly disembowel and strip those productive prison programs. Pell
Grants have been stripped. Rehabilitation and vocational programs that don't save
the prisoncrats money, or act as public relations material, have been cut away
like so many dried weeds. The rehabilitation goal within America's prison system
is no longer.
Inmates today have no opportunity to push out of the visious cycle of recidivism,
and as crime drops and prisons populations grow, the politicians still haven't
put two and two together. Population growth is as a direct result of the systems
failure to rehabilitate those 1 in 150 of us who have fallen into the grinder
that is America's judicial system.
The present day prison industrial complex is going backwards in time, building
torture chambers and human warehouses, while subverting U.S. Supreme Court and
International Treatise findings and agreements with creative deconstructionism.
Inside these hells, titled Special Management Unit (SMU) or Special Housing Unit
(SHU), experiments continue in the form of sensory deprivation, semi-starvations
(SMUII in ADOC; Florence, AZ), minute tortures, oppression, and abuses. Men are
left to stagnate for years without human or social interaction, often turning
to suicide, or to the chemical lobotomy freely offered by every prison psychiatrist
in the United States, just to numb their senses to the pervasive nothingness that
is life inside the human warehouses.
The subtle fascism inherent in the prison industry has begun to creep into the
world outside the bars, polluting not just the idea of America, but the mentality
of its ambassadors and representatives. The propaganda slogans, "tough on
crime," "war on drugs," and so on are killing people not just in
America, but in Columbia, Argentina, and other coca and poppy growing countries.
Why? Because the bureaucracy created by these war chants have grown too powerful,
too entrenched in the prison industrial complex that is spreading not just over
America, but across the world.
I have existed for 7 years in a gray box, denied all human contact, save for the
touch of cold steel bracelets on my wrists and ankles when I am to be moved, like
some zoo animal too dangerous to go near without gas or gun. Since October 1999
I have been experimented on, as have all inmates in SMU II's*
Wing 4, and denied sufficient food to maintain my weight. I have lost 50 pounds
in one year. I, as many who've read Il Tritacarne (Multimage, June 1999), know
that while in this dungeon I have become allergic to water, and am blinded by
bright lights. Why aren't we allowed to buy food, as we could prior to October
1999, and why won't the prisoncrats feed us properly? Maybe because this is how
far the prison industrial mentality has sunk, to torturing and treating human
beings like animals? How soon before they tire of my bare bones and look to fatter
prey...like you.
This repeat cycle affects all of us, and we are none safe from a future that hearkens
back to Stalin's Russia if we would allow these abuses, these non-rehabilitative
prison conditions, and this ignorance to continue.
All we have to do is open our eyes, and close our ears to the media propaganda,
or have the common sense enough to recognize fact from fiction.
Personal note; If you would like to help Karl raise money for his legal defense,
monetarily or physically, go to
Comitato Per La Difesa Di Karl Louis Guillen at http://www.umanisti.it/karl/home.htm
(you're already in this site. E.N.) or to Comitato Difesa Detenuti ONLUS at http://web.tiscali.it/comitdifesadetenuti
or contact Daniela Annetta
And if you'd like to donate some of your time to Karl, even just writing:
KARL L. GUILLEN #77614
ASPC/EYMAN/SMU II
P.O. BOX 3400
FLORENCE, AZ 85232-3400 (U.S.A.)
Other works by Karl L. Guillen can be found
at xlibris.com or through the above listed
web-sites. Thank you.)
Karl L. Guillen - Florence 30th March 2001
* Editor's
note: SMU I and II (Special Management Units), commonly called "Maximum Security
Units", and other "Medium Security Units", are part of the Eyman
complex, so called in memory of Mr. Eyman, a warden of the past. This complex
is inside the prison town of Florence,
half way from Phoenix and Tucson, but all the middle-south Arizona is spread with
prison complexes out-of-the-way in the desert, to dissuade any attempt to escape
of course. Do not let the escapee
hope to find shelter into the neighbouring towns
because all the people would start a pitiless manhunt, as Karl writes in Betrayal
Of Innocence, another novel of his being published by Xlibris.
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"The
Special Management Unit II (SMU II) is the most secure prison in the entire Arizona
prison system. It is a modern, high-tech facility in which doors are opened, closed,
and locked via touch-screen computers. Inmates are incarcerated one to a cell
for 23 of 24 hours a day, and are allowed out of their cells only for showers
and exercise for one hour three times a week. It is used to house dangerous, assaultive,
and management problem inmates.
Terry Stewart, ADOC Director (Arizona Department Of Correction) said: "The
technology and design of the SMU II (...) precludes contact visitation. (...)
It's is like a super maximum
security fortress. (...) An escape attempt would be virtually impossible to carry
out."
Info and article about SMU II taken from ADOC site's page http://159.87.93.76/news/1997/news0903.htm
- Surfing into this site isn't easy due to unproper links. Better to start
from the following index, hard to find http://www.adc.state.az.us/TEXT/indextext.htm
Anyway it's a highly recommended site cause very instructive
(!).
PRIOR BAD ACTS
On
September 19, 1996, 17-year old Johnny "Peppi" Sanchez was arrested
for Count I, Possession of Heroin, and Count II, Attempting to destroy Evidence,
after his father, a 6-time offender, sent Peppi running to the toilet to flush
the drugs, as the police were breaking down the doors to their home in East Phoenix.
Peppi never made.
After pleading guilty and receiving probation, Peppi went to live with his grandmother.
On the night of September 26, 1998, once again the Phoenix police broke down Peppi's
door in the dead of night. After being assured that his grandmother wasn't having
a heart-attack, Peppi was arrested, and taken down town on the charge of murder.
The motive being the usual "drug deal gone bad." Peppi had been identified
by a local stoolie, who stated "a Chicano kid, black hair and black eyes,
'bout five foot six...Can I get a cigarette?"
During trial Peppi's priors were introduced to show "motivation" and
"absence of mistake." No evidence of his committing a homicide existed,
except for Frank Hidalgo, the stoolie, who went on to identify Peppi as the shooter
in exchange for a plea agreement in a separate incident. The idea that prior bad
acts (PBA's) may be introduced agaist a criminal defendant, who is facing trial
upon wholly separate charges, has been a vacillating concept, with prosecutor's
pushing for lenient criteria that allow any PBA's into trial, and defence attorneys
calling for judicious discretion, and then, only with caution. Whichever criteria
our Supreme Court sets, the consequences of wrongly defining the relevancy of
PBA introduction at trial are great.
The problem arises, as in Peppi's case, when trial judges grant lenity to the
prosecutors, who are mostly young and looking to win at any cost, and thereby
allow the State to claim relevancy when there is none. There's no evidence of
Peppi ever dealing, or using drugs, and his JC records indicate he never missed
a day of school. His only connection to drugs was when his father made him take
the drugs to the toilet. It is this connection that draws one's attention, as
it did the juror's, and corrupt peppi's 19 yearold innocence. With the details
of this prior, the jury ultimately believed that Peppi was a drug dealer, and
has tried to hide evidence in the past (i.e. he is dishonest). And once that innocence
has been tainted, the "presumption of innocence" in another matter is
much more readily toppled by inference and suggestion.
Certainly, PBA's are useful prosecutorial tools, and are often properly used under
the rules of evidence to show that a criminal defendant has motive, intent, opportunity,
preparation, knowlwdge, plan, or that it's not a mistake or accident. (See, Rule
404(B), Rules of Evidence, State and Federal, U.S.). But, and here is the dilemma,
the lenity of discretion given the trial judges - many of whom are ex-prosecutors
and more likely to give them the benefit of the doubt - creates an inherent danger
of wrongful convictions, as happened in Peppi's case.
The fact that once a defendant is found guilty creates
an assumption of correctness in the trial court proceeds, makes it nearly impossible
to overturn wrongful conviction, because to show a deprivation of a "fundamentally
fair trial guaranteed by the due process clause" would require a showing
of the juries' mental process, because PBA inclusions affect a change in a jurors
judgment. (Darden v. Wainwright, 477 U.S. 168 (1968); walters v. Mass, 45 F.3d
1255, at 1357 (9th Cir. 1995). However, to interview every juror would not only
be expensive, it is in many instances prohibited, and therefore undertaken only
by appellants who have hired expensive attorneys. A rarity amongst the mostly
indigent pool of defendants.
Because life and liberty are too precious a commodity, PBA's must be strictly
applied, and only in relevant situations, to preserve our constitutional principles
of ordered justice. Therefore, the Supreme Court must set exact and stringent
rules that limit the use of PBA's at trial against defendants, and grant lenity
to appellants who are appealing trial court abuse of discretion in allowing irrilevant
and prejudicial PBA evidence into trials.
On September 2, 2000, the Court of Appeals, following Frank Hidalgo's recantation
, and confession to the murder for which Peppi was imprisoned, Peppi's conviction
was overturned, and his life sentence vacated. And with no great comfort Peppi's
grandmother picked up Peppi's belongings at the State prison office. Peppi had
been murdered in his cell some two weeks earlier, in a maximum facility prison
set aside for murders.
He just happened not to be one.
Karl L. Guillen - Florence March 2001
This
was Karl before 1993 when he still was in a "normal" prison. He was
still muscled, and his health was good; he could even wear regular clothes, he
wasn't obligated to wear the "orange clown suit", as he calls it, the
humiliating orange jump-suit reconfirming the convicts' inferiority, and levelling
their personality. Then we have the 1993 photo in the home page, that was taken
few minutes after the murder in the chow hall. It was taken for a photo line-up
card. Paradoxically it has become evidence for Karl, even if not taken into consideration,
because it shows the lack of blood on his clothes. The way the other inmate was
killed, and the amount of bloodshed, couldn't leave the murderer so clean as Karl
looks in that photo.
Coming back to the picture here, Karl didn't want us to publish it on the site,
instead we kept on asking for his permission cause we thought it was right for
a page devoted to his writings, but most of all cause it shows his powerful yet
simple look, a bit shy and clumsy; it shows his strong, yet good and open character,
his clear eyes, and his ever present pen in the pocket: his weapon, and his first
and most important means of communication with the outside. Standing this way,
at attention, like a soldier, he can look tough, it's not true, it's just his
way. This picture, and the home page one, are the only pictures taken since he's
been inside, apart from the identification ones, of course. This is the most faithful
to how Karl looks now. More than 8 years have passed, but his big boy face is
the same, even if thinner, and his hair is sprinkled with grey. I wonder how he
got permission for this picture; a picture with no handcuffs, a normal picture
of a normal person. Just for a moment he no longer was the inmate # 77614, but
he had turned back to a person with his own dignity.
"Over here", it's just the
breeze? " Look for me with pen and paper, smiling, just past Heaven's gate..."
Karl's last words (if the government has executed this
man)
From The Grinder.
A
SOLITARY SOLUTION?
Since
the advent of the "supermax" prison at Marion,
Illinois, in the 1970's, the American prison industry has begun to construct high-tech
human warehouses, with names like "Special Management Unit" (SMU), or
"Behavioral Treatment Unit." These namesakes
outwardly purport justfying the
segregation of human beings in 24-hour-a-day lockdown, usually in solitary 8x10
foot cells, by inferring that those therein need "special management "
or "behavioral treatment." There is now at least one SMU in every state,
but the abuses and long term effects of such housing are beginning to become obtrusively
apparent, much to the chagrin of the prison industry that has bilked billions
of taxpayer dollars to build them, and even continue to do so to this day.
Labeled as "worst of the worst," SMU inmates in Arizona are left for
years in this physically and psychologically acidic environment, often becoming
more difficult to manage with time; a self-fulfilling prophecy. The courts have
attempted to set limits and rules for this type of confinement, but prisoncrats
stay ahead of the game by inventing new reasons to keep SMU's full, by claiming
that;
1) the inmate is under investigation, 2) the inmate is a threat to security, and
3) the inmate is a security threat group (gang) member, or has associated with
one in the past. The latter is the most common excuse as of late, and makes for
good public relations.
But the effects are real, both in the physiological and psychiatric form, no matter
what a person has done to be put inside a SMU, and cannot be ignored or hidden.
Detailed studies, including the most recent one by Doctor Stuart Grassian (Harvard
University), have listed several disturbing effects, including: "Perceptual
distortions, illusions and halucinations, hyperresponsivity to external stimuli,
panic attacks, difficulty with organized thought patterns, intrusive obsessional
thoughts, primitive aggressive ruminations, overt paranoia, and problems with
impulse control." ("Psychiatric Effects of Solitary Confinement",
Grassian, M.D.). These symptoms are not mere theoretical diagnosis, or heretofore
unknown, for the U.S. government has studied military and much darker applications
of long term isolation as a tool for brainwashing and hypnosis. The KGB was widely
known in intellicence circles to have used solitary confinement as a form of torture,
and we've all heard or seen POW accounts about being kept in boxes or holes for
days, sometimes months. Between 1850 and present day, there have been over a hundred
detailed studies, outlining the corrosive effects of solitary confinement on the
human psyche, yet these SMU-type facilities continue to be built.
In 1842, Charles Dickens, during a tour of the Philadelphia prison, wrote with
pathos of what he saw;
"The system here is rigid, strict and hopeless solitary confinement. Every
prisoner (...) is led to a cell from which he never again comes forth, until his
term of imprisonment has expired. The first man I saw (...) answered (...) always
with a strange kind of pause (...) as if he had forgotten something. There was
a sailor (...) why does he stare at his hands and pick the flesh open upon his
fingers, and raise his eyes for an instant (...) to those bare walls?"
Sadly, this is where the prison industry has taken us, with much cajoling and
frightening, back to the 19th century, with all its cruelties, only delivered
with better accuracy and technology; a new coat of paint on the same old car.
Is it because the prison industry gets 45-55 thousand dollars per SMU inmate,
compared to the 20-30 thousand dollars it gets for "general population"
inmates? Is it because it adds to the "fear" propaganda pushed upon
us by the government officials who want more laws, bigger budgets, and more power?
Or is it because there are inmates that need "special management"? I
can only attest to the latter, citing my own record as proof of my keepers' malfeasance
and abuse. A record that is available on Arizona Department of Corrections own
Internet site http://www.adc.state.az.us/cgi-bin/IDetail.cgi/O045918011111
- I don't have a history of violence, rioting, smuggling, drugs, or much of anything
really. I am a published author, a legal defender, and a college student. I've
witnessed men, ages 14 to 70 years old, sent in here for reasons ranging from
mischief to murder. Yes the latter does happen. This is prison. And there are
some men who actually need "special management." But out of the 800
beds at SMU II, only 30, at most, could be filled with those sorts, and even they
would rotate in and out after a time.
However, hidden from public and judicial scrutiny are the cold facts of the nations
SMU's: an average of one completed suicide each year it's opened and operated
in the normal Draconian manner, with several un-reported attempts, by men going
- or gone - insane. Physical and psychological torture run rampant, but it's not
just these "criminals" that are injured , because you too are affected.
Each day men are pushed into the blinding light of a freedom, a sun unseen for
years, the guards un-cuffing the ex-con and bolting for fear of reprisal. Instantly
back into the full-speed-ahead-life-as-you-know-it, without a therapist to cushion
the shock, or medication to cure the organic dysfunction caused by years of sensory
deprivation. From gray windowless walls to flashing lights...to you.
In today's society we won't suffer a dog to be treated in this manner, and we
laugh at the dog that has bit his abusive master after years of stick-poking,
taunting, and starving while it was locked in the cage. Should we expect less
from a human being who's been similarly treated? Will we laugh when he bites?
Supreme Court Justice Marshall cited in Wolff v.McDonnel, that "time has
proved (...) that blind deference to correctional officials does no real service
to them." However, once again we have allowed absolute power to corrupt absolutely,
lulled into a false sense of security and self-righteous pomposity by the war
chants of our political mouth-pieces, and media propaganda.
This solitary solution, proposed by our own politicians, who have been lobbied
and fed from the fat coffers of America's prison industrial complex, is inhumane.
It makes hypocrites of the "America" that stands for human rights, and
sullies our preachings against torture and human rights violations. It ruins lives
with its exponential consequences upon the human beings who endure it, and those
of you among whom they shall be released. Our only choice is to look behind the
iron curtain drapped over our penal system, no matter the shame, and once again
corral that which we have allowed to roam free, and put a stop to prolonged periods
of solitary confinement.
Karl L. Guillen - Florence 2001
(?)
WHY
DOESN'T GRANDMA AND GRANPA VISIT ANYMORE?
Talking
to my mother on the telephone the other day, she told me that my grandparents
wouldn't be able to visit this Christmas. I asked her, "Are they okay? Has
there been a freak snow-storm, or did the 'Big One' finally shake Southern California
into the Pacific?"
None of the above, and all of the below.
It seems my grandparents' Social Security Income (SSI) was not meeting the modern
day cost of life, and their saving accounts, from which came their supplemental
money, was now empty. They didn't have the money to drive 200 miles. Further inquiry
revealed that they were living in a state of poverty. Long distance telephone
services had been cut. The staple of their daily diet was rice and beans. They
were prisoners of their small trailer. And this, we - the family - found out,
had been going on for years. The pride that we normally find in our elders has
kept them from telling us that they were starving, and our trust in the government
kept us from interpreting those subtle signs of poverty.
I took it upon myself to find out why this was so, and after thousands of pages
of rules, amendments, and rewritten title codes, I am still suffering from numerical
nightmares, BUT I have found two key problems. First the real cost of living for
SSI eligible citizens is not being formulated. Second, and the bottom line, we
need more money.
Briefly, the SSI is created by the AIME and PIA, and is adjusted by the rising
CPI-U, or CPI-W. In plain speak; Social Security Incom is created by the averaged
indexed monthly earnings, and based upon the primary insurance amount, and is
adjusted each December on par with the consumer price index (Urban consumers)
or CPI-W (wage earners/clerical workers). This, amidst all the loop and swirl
within the bureaucratic quagmire, is the foundation of the system. And, if properly
used, as in Finland, Sweden, and several other countries, it works.
In America, however, SSI increases percentage-wise with the CPI, published each
year by the U.S. Department of Labor, BUT it does not include the actual inflated
prices senior citizens often face. It's no wonder the telemarketing companies
target elderly people. It's no wonder elderly people are charged ten-twenty percent
more when buying a car, and get less on their trade in. This may be social problem,
but it effects the real cost of living, and affects everything from apples and
oranges to rent and wage-earnings. This actual cost of living is not reflected
in the CPI, and therefore SSI is not adjusted accordingly, which places many of
our seniors citizens in unenviable positions. Many of our parents and grandparents
are living of rice and beans, or are imprisoned by poverty, which they accept
as a matter of pride, as if this was the only way it can be. We have groups of
seniors making drug runs - that's right,
DRUG RUN - to Mexico, because they're not fully covered under the SS benefit package.
We've got elders being driven to petty theft, as laughed about in an episode of
Seinfeld. It's no laughing matter. These insults have a degenaritive and deleterious
affect upon the physical and psychological well-being of those we love, of those
we should hold dearer than we do now.
Money? It seems our politicians are scratching and clawing amongst themselves,
each wanting to invest the social security nest-egg where it will benefit them
most. Yet there can be only a few ways to invest SS money wisely, and without
risk. For example:
1.Loans
A - To U.S. Government
B - To countries with IMF Guarantees
C - To government insured corporations
2. Investments
A - Guaranteed Long Term
B - Guaranteed U.S. Controlled Business
C - Guaranteed Bonds
To name a few "no risk" long term money makers. But nothing can be done
if our elected officials don't shirk their selfish tendencies and make the change
that they all have agreed has to be made soon.
Meanwhile, the family will figure out a way for my grandparents to win a prize,
for God knows they won't accept charity. Too much pride, Lord bless em. How about
yours?
Index of Research Materials:
U.S. Dept. of Labor - Bureau of Labor Statistics
U.S. Dept. of Health and Human Services - Social Security Administration
Nightline (Telemarketing Scams)
Wall Street Journal (Investments)
Essay by Karl Louis Guillen 1992 (?)
COMMON
SENSE
Peace
may only exist with tolerance of our failures, of our youth, of our nature, and
with an increased willingness to HUMBLY give of ourselves that knowlwdge to the
unlearned.
Peace may only exist with a separation of Church and State, of religious dogma
from political passion, for there is no common or timeless ground upon which these
two may stand comfortably. And when you do find them together, look closely, you
will find the evil of God-Men, and the corruption of righteous Law-Men. Let humankind
worship the etheral soul or the blazing sun, and all those in between, but let
no person harm another by this allowance, nor force persons into subserviance
or castes. Let no person sing of God on Sunday, and shout for murder on Monday.
Peace may only fix itself upon civilization when true acceptance, unbiased by
prejudice, religion, or pride, is given and respected. For what is tolerance,
and forgiveness upon a face, when deep within, the heart is decaying with latred
and unspoken thoughts. Acceptance is looking upon a human being and seeing a human
being, no matter.
Peace may only continue under the rule of the many, but not so many as to create
confusion and bureaucracy.
The cause of the few are also the unrealized cause of all humankind. Many circumstances
even now arise that are not local, but universal, and through which the principles
of Lovers of Humankind are affected, their affection interested. Yet we must struggle
beneath the froth, created by conglomerate and national propaganda, into the clear
truth below the corruption. Desolating a country with fire and sword, extirpating
and declaring war against natural rights of all humanity, is a concern to all
of us who have been given the power of feeling. It is repugnant to reason, to
suppose under the current order of political "business as usual", that
Lovers of Humankind can remain subject and silent? Yes there are injures that
cannot be forgotten, but must be forgiven.
Peace may not exist without forgiveness. Indeed let people reap what they sew,
but when droughts affect the toil or spoil of we farmers, let forgiveness overflow,
and assistance fill the empty fields, for the Sun and Moon we yet control, and
dry seasons are as common as floods.
Deterrence and punishment are inherent evils of nature, but let no man give of
this without rehabilitation, and with great restraint and humility. For we seek
only the recognition of wrongness, the remorse of a deed. That is justice.
Remember
that we cannot lay remorse upon the hearts of the innocents, nor lift it from
the hearts of the guilty.
Let there be no purpose in our Love of Humankind, but the deepening of our spirits,
and let each individual stand as an island to humanity, a representative of our
creed, yet brightly shining as an individual. A growing soul.
Article written and revised
by Karl L. Guillen - Florence 29th of November 2001
INFORMATION
May 2002
Information about ADOC's recent policy
changes. First, it's about money. Punitive oppression, and power.
In Special Management Unit II (SMU II) inmates in the general population (wing
2 & 4), about 400 inmates are not allowed to earn wages. They are confined
24 hours every day to a 8X10 foot cell. 3 time a week they are stripped and searched,
cuffed and schackled, and taken to a 10X20 empty cement recreation room for one
hour, if they choose. They are permitted three, 8 minute timed showers per week.
They are forced to live a sedentary lifestyle, and the director of ADOC has, accordingly,
lowered their dietary intake to the lowest recommended daily allowance (RDA).
There are several complaints, and a lawsuit, regarding the "lockdown diet"
portions not being met. That is, the men within are not even getting the full
"lockdown diet". There is no human contact, socializing is forbidden
by policy (DI140) and inmates can be punished for speaking to one another. There
is no in cell arts and crafts allowed. No colored pencils. No hobbycrafts allowed.
Books, magazines, are at the lowest limits in SMU II, where inmates would seem
to need them most to occupy their time. There is constant noise. There are no
contact visits with family or society, and visits are restricted to 1-2 hour visit
per week end for approved visitors only. The district courts have stated that
life in SMU II "is grim". Even director Stewart admits that long term
stays in SMU II may cause permanent psychological or physical damage. Most inmates
in GP are here indefinitely, until they die or are released from prison.
POLICY CHANGE RE: FOOD
Inmates in GP, SMU II, have had their diets lowered even more. I am allowed only
two meals on Saturdays and Sundays. At first it was okay, because they put a lot
of food on the trays. But lately, they've gone back to not giving us the proper
portions that are on the menu. In April 2002, director Stewart recognized that
the new menu was punitive, and he authorized more food items to be sold to general
population inmates in all of ADOC. However not in SMU II. (No reason is given
for this, and none exists) inmates in SMU II's general population, are not allowed
to purchase food.
POLICY CHANGE RE: CLOTHING
Inmates are not required to replace their old clothes,
but must purchase extra amounts, or wear the dirty clothes. (Inmates in SMU II,
GP are not allowed laundry detergent.)
POLICY CHANGE RE: APPLIANCES
In October 1998, ADOC implemented a policy (D0909) that required
inmates to possess see-through appliances (walkman/Tv/headphones). They also forbade
prisoners families from purchasing/delivering these items to ADOC prison units.
Instead, ADOC worked out contracts with vendors to supply appliances. However,
they over charge inmates for Tv's. (e.g. a "KTV" is 166,66 at M&P
wholesale but $190 from ADOC). Walkman type units are cheap, and do not allow
inmates to record talk tapes. Although the walkman type units sold by ADOC may
use electricity adapter, ADOC forbids inmates from possessing them, thereby forcing
inmates to purchase batteries from ADOC. The headphones are notoriously cheap:
they do not keep out the yelling and noise within prison, and break on average
of every 4 months.
POLICY CHANGE RE: STAMPS
In 1998 ADOC made a rule that inmates could no longer receive
stamps through the mail from family or friends. At first ADOC stated it was for
"gambling" problems, which was a lie. Now they claim it is for "security
purposes" as answer to Karl's interrogatories stemming from the lawsuit.
[...] For inmates to not have music, or Tv, while in SMU II's holes, would further
exacerbate the admitted psychological stressors inherent in 24 hour a day lockdown.
Stamps. Batteries. Even the food, although SMU II's GP may not purchase food.
All these are tools that compel taxpaying society to send money to inmates' accounts
at ADOC, which the prison bank then uses to collect interest. (no interest is
paid to inmates.) There is no arts & recreation fund in SMU II either, yet
inmates, or actually their family and friends, pay into this fund with every hygiene
or other purchase.
Director Stewart has claimed on the record that the reason GP inmates in SMU II
are prohibited from buying food is because of security. To decrease the amount
of times staff open the food trap. This is a lie: staff must still open the trap
to deliver soap, shampoo, and other hygiene items, the same amount of times with
or without food purchase. Director Stewart later admitted that it was also a sanction.
Monetary gain by keeping SMU II filled with inmates is revealed in the ADOC budget
(see Adoc's website).
You will notice that SMU II is a money maker for ADOC, one of the most expensive
units to run in all of ADOC. It costs more, per annum, to house an an inmate here
than almost any unit in ADOC. If SMU II were to be emptied, then ADOC would lose
that budgetary claim. Less claim , equals less money. Less money equals less power.
ADOC claims that the inmates in SMU II's GP are "gang member". However,
until 1998, when director Stewart changed the policy to "make it easy to
find an inmate to be a gang member", there were less than 100 ADOC validated
"gang members" in Arizona.Now there are over 400. The sad things is
3/4 of these inmates are not gang members, or well-behaved ones who have done
nothing.
Karl Louis Guillen May 2002
A RETURN...
June 12, 2003
By K.L.Guillen - June 12, 2003
Actually
this is not really "by K.L.Guillen" as much as it is from me to you.
As you see the Court has issued an Order for ADOC to return the typewriter to
my broken hands. And so I live again, for I am not truly alive when I cannot
write, express, exist amongst my peers. You. And my only way of existence is
by my voice (which they took with my taperecorder), and by typewrite. Thank
you all who have supported me, emotionally and financially, though I wasn't
able to communicate, nor return such kindnesses through expressive art.
During the time without my typewriter I struggled to maintain an appeal to the
9th circuit. I was unable to do so, nor is my support so great as to hire an
attorney. The appeal was forfeit. However, all was not lost, I am currently
pending a trial in a civil rights lawsuit, which could affect not only this
solitary confinement (10 years so far), but also the length of my overall sentence.
I've contacted the Arizona Civil Liberties Union, due to my self-recognized
failings* at the March 19, 2003 hearing regarding the Typewriter Order. I have
also written other attorneys in hopes that someone, ANYONE can help me at this
civil rights trial, but those chances are slim to none.
The appeal for the initial cases (See "Il
Tritacarne" or "The
Grinder") regarding the false Assault charges, is on appeal in the
U.S. District Court, on Petition for Habeas Corpus. It was filed last month,
in May 2003. This represents the LAST chance.
(*At the hearing I found that my 10 years in isolation
had effected my ability to speak properly, normally, and that my noervous system,
in duress and anxiety, was inhibiting my usually clear-headed thinking. If not
for the x-rays and medical evidence I had mailed to the Judge, I would have
lost. I believe I was also helped by the ADOC doctor who attempted to lie, but
was caught by the Judge. Note that this hearing was via telephone, and the trial
will actually be IN PERSON. Thus, though no coward, I will face this, I am afraid
that my body/mind will fail me, not of my own failings, but due to the 10 years
without human contact/conversation/touch/sight/niente!)
One of my English speaking novels was just picked
up by PublishAmerica, but no money ever "rolls in" unless people buy,
and people don't buy, won't they do not know about. So I hope that advertising
will be improved, at the very least be better than Xlibris's
("BETRAYAL OF INNOCENCE" &
"THE
GRINDER") null advertisement campaign. Vedremo...
Despite finishing several re-writes of 2 fiction novels, I have proposed writing
for the Italian publisher Multimage,
a sort of humanitarian/anty-death penalty/anti-injustice handbook, based upon
actual cases, but written in essay formed chapters, to give the world a view
of the technicalities of injustice. How their pen-pal, or friend, was found
guilty. What does he/she mean when they say "prosecutorial misconduct"
or "prior bad acts" or "forensic tampering" or a "brady
violations". The list goes on. It will allow any person to understand the
trappings of the U.S. and others judicial systems who permit such abuses, that
in turn violate the premise that a person is innocent before proven guilty.
THERE IS, after all, a reason why the world peoples rid themselves of the inquisition-type
system of justice, where death after torture/imprisonment was an accepted practice.
At any rate, I hope you'll be able to buy the book on the same shelves with
"Il Tritacarne" e "Cinque
Cose/Five Things" (Multimage), but if not, you'll probably read them
here.
Lastly, my hand is NOT returning to normal, and this affect my ability to create
decent artwork, or even simple drawings for my friends. Thus I have fallen back
to poetry. But I am crazy, and so too my words, feelings, and ways of expressing
are become...But, I return now. I could be gone in August, if I lose the trial.
This order is not permament, and I am only a layman in the law. I could lose
on a technicality. Hopefully the Arizona ACLU will represent me...We'll see.
Thank you again for your patience and support. Maybe I'll see you in October
2013. Hopefully sooner.
Your friend,
Karl Guillen # 77614
ASPC-Eyman/SMU II
P.O.Box 3400
Florence, AZ85232-3400
U.S.A
P.S. They beat him bad, and left a murder scene
in front of my cell. One big bloody puddle. Laughing guards who busted his head
while he was hand-cuffed behind his back. The man was not liked by any in the
pod, and I leave his name anonymous, but he was still a man. A human being.
And since he is a human being, it follows that he must be treated as one. Yet,
he was not, and I feel. Yes, 10 years without humanity, and I can feel. I can
snarl at these monsters, who snarl back at those monsters. We are humans...So
sad, I think to myself, as he is removed, trussed-up like a slaughtered pig,
ten pounds of chains, to some still worser place. We are left in silence. Only
the sound of boots, bragging in the echoing hallways, and the smell of coppery
blood. I bite my tongue, blood flows, and I realize I am still human. I bleed.
"They beat his fucking ass..."
"That shit wasn't right..." One of my neighbors adds. The implication
that it could happen to any of us, for whatever reason.
(7 days later)
The cop(s) that were under investigation were cleared.
The inmate, while cuffed, had "moved suspiciously similar to an offensive
act thus justifying..."
I wish someone would clean up the dried brown stain in front of my cell. I wish...
(May 24, 2003; Saturday
IN MEMORY OF JACK EDWARD ETHINGTON
On
Friday, July 4th, 2003, JACK EDWARD ETHINGTON (ADC #42225) died. He was alone
in his cell, probably in pain due to the untreated cancer that ADOC refused
to treat. Refused to treat because they said Jack was a Security Threat Group
member. A gang member. And when I say "he was alone in his cell" I
mean he was alone. The SMU II prison administration had Jack in a pod where
he was the only white inmate, just as they have me alone, with no other of my
race. Several people, myself included, tried to get moved over with him to talk
to him, to give him some conversation, some little bit of humanity in his last
days. He was still a human being, and not a bad man. The requests to be moved
to Jack's pod were denied by SSU Officers William Powell, Garcia, and Sgt. Lamas,
and no doubt including some satisfaction with Deputy Warden Conrad Luna and
the Captain of Security, who's name I may or may not know (I'm not for sure).
This is the 5th person to die of natural causes that could , and should, have
been treated, but weren't. ADOC's policy states that inmates who they have validated
as gang members, whether they are or not, cannot receive medical compassionate
leave, nor been taken outside SMU's to receive real medical treatment. If you
have cancer, or some health condition that is life threatening, and you are
in my position, or Jack's, you will die. If you're lucky they'll issue pain
pills, but usually they are so afraid of "drug abuse" that inmates
don't receive appropriate doses. Additionally, I always thought it funny that
the people who have died have all been in the middle of human rights lawsuits?
I don't know the status of Jack's complaint, as I am in King Pod and he was
in Ida Pod, but I know it involved the same claims as my current human rights
lawsuit. Am I next?
Today is July 8th, 2003. On the fourth of July, in 2003, Jack Edward Ethington
was set free...Maybe it's the only way .
Karl Louis Guillen July 8, 2003
SECTIONS
OF THIS PAGE:
KARL'S STORY - A
DEATHLY PERSPECTIVE - AT POINT AT WHICH DISTINCTIONS
TURN - REPEAT CYCLE - PRIOR BAD
ACTS - A SOLITARY SOLUTION? - WHY
DOESN'T GRANDMA AND GRANDPA VISIT ANYMORE? - COMMON SENSE
- INFORMATION - A RETURN - IN
MEMORY OF JACK EDWARD ETHINGTON
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