[cmi-marseille] Ongoing civil rights violations in Southern New England

[aaron masciotra]

                                                               Civil Rights 
Violations Going on in Southern New
                                                               New England 
by Aaron Masciotra



    In March of 2006 the inmates of Osborn CC, got word out that the 
correction officers there wanted to murder me in police custody and say I am 
a self-hating Jew then cover it up as a sucide (the Someville police in Ma 
had spread that rumor about me in 2001 with no basis in fact), this is 
common knowledge on the streets of New Haven, Hartford and New Britain 
Connecticut -  this is the tip of an iceberg. The Somerville police, the New 
York City Police, the New Haven police,  the Dept of Corrections(DOC) in 
Massachusetts including Nashua street jail, South Bay Correctional Center, 
Bridgewater State Hospital (BSH) , the DOC in Connecticut including New 
Haven House of Corrections, Corrigan CC, Cheshire CC, Osborn CC,  Dept of 
Mental Health in Massachusetts at Shattuck Hospital, the DMH in Connecticut 
at Connecticut Valley Hospital; backed up by the district courthouse in 
Brighton,MA, and the district courthouse in New Haven,CT, have declared war 
on me, have a vendetta against me for originally standing up to the 
Somerville police dept for eleven months and then standing up to them when 
they went to destroy me in state  hospitals and in police custody. The 
general public is actively  involved and has allowed it to go on for six 
years unabated.

    Inmates got word out about Osborn five months ago, no one has done 
anything about it. No one is acting like they live in the United States, it 
feels like I am living in the Bermuda Triangle.  I know the inmates have 
gotten word out because people have talked about it in front of me in New 
Haven, Hartford and New Britain and West Farms Mall which is a major 
shopping center for the entire central region of the state.  I have sent out 
204 resumes in four months working four  to five hours a day on the job 
internet sites, got only six interviews; this is not possible, I should have 
had a 15 percent hit rate on my resume which would be 35 to 40 interviews 
and have been hired a long time ago. I  burned through eleven thousand 
dollars and am now in a homeless shelter. No one seems to care. I have a 
professional resume from the computer software industry in Boston where I 
worked from 1985 to 2001 when this started. I am over qualified for every 
job I applied for, the skill set for selling computer software exceeds any 
job requirements that I emailed a resume to. I feel I just got blacklisted 
as a result of the situation I am describing and  driven into a homeless 
shelter. I now feel my life is in danger once again.

   Faced with eviction and at the time no place to stay, I filed a criminal 
compliant with the U.S. Attorney’s office. The tone of my voice and what I 
described to them clearly indicated I was in fear of my life. I told the 
receptionist that inmates at Osborn got word out five months ago that 
correction officers wanted to murder me, that the inmates in police custody 
tried to set me up to be murdered. I then filed a written criminal 
complaint, outlining the entire six years police depts, the general public, 
the DOC and DMH in two states have been violating my civil rights and waging 
war on me to the point of wanting to murder me in police custody. In the 
middle of writing out my criminal complaint a white male in his 50's asked 
me if he could help me. He proceeded to interview me in the waiting area. 
Non- verbal communication -  I am telling him police and correction officers 
have a vendetta against me and he is listening to me in the waiting room of 
the US. Attorney’s office. Then a US Marshall shows up. The guy who is 
listening to me for about 30 minutes, doesn’t give me his business card, I 
don’t recall he  introduced himself to me either. When I told him they tried 
to destroy me at BSH, Shattuck Hospital and CVH, he turned around and 
started treating me like a state hospital psyche patient. He asked me if I 
was currently on any medication, what they had to say about me at CVH. He 
told me juristically I was “all over the map” and he didn’t know who to 
refer it to. Let me help out the US Attorney’s office, a serious interstate 
crime involving police officers and corrections officers, the investigating 
agency would be the FBI. When I told him I was being blacklisted by the 
entire greater Hartford Business community, he insulted my intelligence by 
telling me the reason no one didn’t hire me is because they all did 
background checks and know I am a “sex offender.” I ended the interview 
right there. All most no one in the professional world does background 
checks for sales and  customer service positions. No one does criminal 
background checks as soon as they receive a resume from someone, it would 
cost a fortune. Instead, as everyone who has ever worked in the professional 
world knows, if your resume makes you a candidate of interest you would be 
called in for an interview, if they liked you, and thought you were 
qualified they would call your references, if a company did require a 
criminal background check they would only do it after they called you in for 
an interview and decided to hire you and made it a condition of employment. 
By interviewing me in the waiting room, not taking me seriously by asking me 
questions like I am a state hospital psyche patient,  and playing games with 
me over why no one hired me after sending out 204 resumes -  I felt like 
they don’t want to refer this to the FBI to check out my story, that they 
may be protecting dirty cops and correction officers. I gave the guy who 
interviewed me in the waiting room facts that the FBI should be able to 
easily establish, as justification for pursuing this in a court of law - 
which has always been my objective as how to handle this situation. The US 
Marshall treated me like a security threat, and escorted me to the front 
door of the courthouse and said “we have to get him out of the courthouse.”

    The facts that I outlined in the US Attorney’s office waiting room which 
the FBI could investigate and establish as credible which are in the public 
domain, which would give the FBI and DOJ reason to take my claims of 
monstrous civil rights violations inside DOC and DMH in two states, have to 
do with how this situation developed in the first place. You will clearly 
understand why people want to destroy me for standing up for my civil 
rights. In the fall of 2000 in Somerville Mass, someone spread rumors that 
they overheard me masturbating inside my apartment which as located at 52A 
Elm street in Somerville. I am a registered sex offender, for exposing 
myself in the late 80's and early 90's. Everyone in Somerville and Cambridge 
Mass neighborhood knows this. The second I moved into 52A Elm people began 
to play with me. My apartment is right on the street, I have virtually no 
privacy,  there is no barrier between my apartment and people walking by on 
the street. Depending where I am in my apartment, when you walk by you could 
be a couple of feet from me to ten feet away. Right from the moment I moved 
in, people walking by my apartment were wondering if I moved into that 
apartment to expose myself. By the fall of 2000 I had put that aspect of my 
life behind me. I was looking for a second chance at life. I had moved back 
to the  Somerville, Cambridge area to work in the computer industry, 
secretly hoping to fall in love and marry someone, make friends, I found the 
neighborhood interesting.  I am an intellect, a  real life dead poet society 
kind of guy, have been reading seriously for 25 years after graduating 
collage (UCONN at Storrs), I liked the intellectual climate. I grew up in an 
upper middle class Jewish New York City home, both my parents had cultural 
pursuits,  my mother studied acting and dance, my father was into the New 
York art world and painted.  Now that my computer software career has been 
destroyed and I just got blacklisted by the greater Hartford business 
community, I decided at the age of 47 to write for the alternative press. My 
first article is called  Supernatural sacred world: A spiritual approach to 
healing and transforming the world. I am also a American Tibetan Buddhist, 
my Buddhist name is Karma Jokey Jamsteso, the activity of the Ocean of 
Dharma.

    People apparently overheard me because I used Vaseline. When I found out 
about this I protected my privacy by turning up my 2000 dollar stereo 
system. My knowledge of what happened next, which played out on the streets 
of Somerville and Cambridge for next 11 months is based on what people 
walking by my apartment said and what people said in my presence all over 
the area. I also like phone sex. Someone also spread rumors about my phone 
sex calls.  At the time I was on probation through Somerville district 
court. The confrontation began when I found out the Somerville police were 
recording and spreading rumors about my legal phone sex calls. I felt 
profoundly violated, a clear violation of my privacy. People thought it was 
funny. I stood up to the Somerville police in a symbolic way, two Somerville 
police  cars were parked in Davis Sq. I marched right at their cars, it was 
unmistakable what I was doing, I walked right up to their windows and looked 
in. The symbolism wasn’t lost on them. The Somerville police turned around 
and declared war on me, it went on for eleven months. Based on the rumors I 
heard from people walking by my apartment, I could easily hear them though 
the walls of my apartment being so close to me, and throughout the 
neighborhood, that the Somerville police put my apartment under surveillance 
because someone spread rumors they overheard me. I felt profoundly violated 
as a human being, I felt I was under assault, that my dignity and integrity 
as a human being was under attack. According to the rumors I heard, the 
Somerville police went on to lie about my legal phone sex calls, and spread 
rumors about the calls saying I am gay when I am straight and  that I have 
sexual thoughts about my mother. In spring a women played a prank on me and 
connected with me and pretended to me my mother, it wasn’t my idea, people 
play all sorts of games on phone sex lines, anything goes. It was a joke. 
The Somerville police who were recording my calls spread rumors based on 
that one call I have sexual thoughts about my own mother. In the fall, I was 
talking to a women about meeting her somewhere and having sex, after a few 
minutes a guy gets on the line and saids something to me. I end the call. 
The Somerville police spread a rumor I tried to pick a guy up.  The 
Somerville police spread rumors that I am a self-hating Jew, that they have 
a picture of me eating my own shit, that I am against everything America 
stands for because I walked out of my house with a Nomi Kleins, No Logo. 
That was based on the title of the book. The Somerville police tried to 
portray my legal phone sex calls to the general public as if were doing 
something wrong because I liked to have phone sex with young women. They 
just don’t like the idea of sex offender having sex on phone sex lines. You 
can’t do anything illegal on a legal phone sex line. You have to be 18 years 
of age or older to use the service, the women contact with you, and can end 
the call whenever they want. The Somerville police went on to record and 
spread rumors about my legal phone sex calls for ten months. I seriously 
doubt a judge would issue a court order authorizing a police dept to wiretap 
someone’s legal phone sex calls for ten months, clearly they crossed the 
line by spreading rumors and lying about my legal phone sex calls. The 
entire history of my civil rights and privacy being violated is a real life 
version of 1984. The Somerville police tried to destroy me using articles of 
clothing, they spread a rumor that because I where my shirts out that means 
that means I can’t control my sexual impulses, and tried to make people 
think  I was walking around with a hard on all day. Getting a hard on is not 
a crime, women like it, I like it. The Somerville police were engaged in a 
propaganda campaign playing off the stereotypes of sex offenders to try and 
destroy me. I wore a Mets hat which the Somerville police tried to psyche me 
out with that it was a symbol of defying their authority and that make me a 
“terrorist” for standing up to them. The American Idiots who live in 
Cambridge and Somerville are acting like deer caught in head lights, and are 
wondering if the Somerville police are going to present me in court as a 
terrorist by using a Mets hat.  The Somerville police spread a rumor a was 
manipulating the black community using the way I walk, and a black and white 
shirt. I had a funky way of walking, which because they spread rumors about 
me and made me self-conscious became exaggerated. I no longer walk that way. 
I no longer have phone sex. And to protect myself because the general public 
waging is  war on me, even changed the way I jerk off. I don’t use Vaseline 
in my own apartment or hotel rooms because I know people are looking to set 
me up.

    Before this all started there were rumors going on around Somerville and 
Cambridge that people felt their was something mysterious, something going 
on with me, that my clothes somehow conveyed spiritual authority, that 
people felt I took one look at them and its like I know everything about 
them, that my eyes glowed in the dark and was visible from five to seven 
feet away. I proved this - one night I was lying in the dark, my blinds were 
open, someone came to the front door of my landlords house, and said to her  
my eyes were glowing in the dark. It was from a distance of five to six 
feet.  This is significant because people began calling and seeing me as a 
“holy man.” The Somerville police knowing this,  tried to use this to make 
people think I am insane, they used an article of clothing, the logo was 
“Triple Five Soul” that I think I am a holy man and therefore crazy. The 
Somerville police spread a rumor I was going around blessing everyone, using 
the way I held my hands at my side when I walked down the street, so now 
people are watching me like a hawk as I walk by them to see if really am 
crazy and blessing them somehow as I walk by them on the sidewalk. I got a 
job as a courier, the Somerville police spread a rumor I using the job to 
look for new victims, and I have reason to believe put me under surveillance 
while I worked as a courier driver. They spread a rumor they saw me with my 
fly down, as if I was walking around downtown Boston with my fly down on 
purpose. No, the second I realized it I zipped it up just like everyone 
else. Again playing off the stereotypes of sex offenders.

    The general public in Somerville and Cambridge got involved in this in a 
big way. People were repeating the rumors the Somerville police spread about 
me in front of me,  putting me under a pale of suspicion, and because a 
police dept spread these rumors, and knowing I am a registered sex offender 
assumed they were true or might be true. The general public went further 
then this, they felt the way I was acting, that I was standing up to the 
Somerville police and them and  declared war on me, was looking to set me up 
as they walked by my apartment for six months hoping to hear me jerking off, 
causing me to live under siege. I ended up boarding up with tape the blinds 
to their wooden frames so no one could look into my apartment, kept my 
windows shut for months at a time, my landlord complained that I needed to 
air out the apartment.  Two black men sneaked up on me one day, violated my 
privacy by standing in front of my bedroom shades, which is not right on the 
street, you would have to go out of your way to get yourself in front of my 
bedroom shades, and spread a rumor I exposed myself to them. This was the 
reason why I ended up boarding up the shades and keeping my windows shut.

    I became the most publicly humiliated person in Boston history and 
that’s without this going public, because for 11 months people put me under 
a pale of  suspicion, repeated the rumors in front of me and acted like they 
might be true and were looking to set me up with the rumors the Somerville 
police spread about me. I couldn’t walk down the street of sit in a coffee 
shop with this going on.  Somehow I rumor got started I might have raped 
someone in New Jersey. People wondered if that were true, again demonizing 
me,  playing off the social stigma of being a registered sex offender and 
talking about it in front of me.  If you knew me you would know that is not 
possible.

   To give you an idea how insane this all is, look at the rumor the 
Somerville spread that I am a self-hating Jew. At the time I was going to a 
Tibetan Buddhist mediation center in Brookline. Brookline has the largest 
Jewish community anywhere in New England, it is also one of the most 
important Jewish community’s anywhere in the country, JFK grew up there. It 
is no accident that a Buddhist mediation center would be based in a Jewish 
neighborhood. The more progressive, open-minded, critical thinking Jewish 
people sometimes are drawn to Buddhism. There are major American Buddhist 
writers who are Jewish, there is a book called the Jew in the Lotus, there 
are Jewish people who go the mediation center in Brookline, and there is 
another Buddhist mediation center over in Cambridge, some of the people who 
run the place are Jewish. The Somerville police are American idiots, 
culturally ignorant people. I am a cultural  and secular Jewish person who 
is drawn spiritually to Tibetan Buddhism.

    The rumor the Somerville police spread the most about me  was I was 
manipulating everyone, that I was standing up to them for the money and to 
be famous. People in Somerville and Cambridge being American Idiots believed 
it. Many people  let me know they saw me as an American hero, their were 
rumors going around constantly for eleven months about someone was 
threatening to make a movie about what was going on with me and the 
Somerville police and someone was spreading rumors they were thinking about 
giving me a radio show while the Somerville were waging war on me. Before 
this all started I used to engage strangers in coffee shops in discussions, 
political and philosophical, people said I sounded a little like Maro Salvo. 
    They did me no favors, no one every did get around to making a movie 
about this or offering me a radio show. Instead it made people insanely 
jealous of me- a prime motive for later trying to destroy me in police 
custody. If everyone just would have stayed out of the situation, its 
possible the Somerville police might have called it off and left me alone. 
They must have felt their reputation was on the line with people taking my 
side and seeing me as an American hero. People were having a lot of fun with 
me, I never thought it was funny. The Somerville police dept put me in fear 
of my life with the tactics they used, I felt they were trying to annihilate 
me as a human being with the types of rumors they were spreading about me. I 
imagined they were going to back up the rumors they were spreading about me 
and try and annihilate me in open court. I have reason to believe people 
were sharing email with each other for the eleven months, and really got 
caught up in it, but from a safe distance, no one ever offered me any help 
or got directly involved in anyway. I was called “Maximus the savior of 
America.”, a reference to the film the “Gladiator.”  People were having fun 
- the tragedy that was about to unfold could have been avoided if the people 
who felt I was an American hero put pressure on the Somerville police to 
back off or force the issue and protest them and help me take them to court. 
In summer of 2001, when this was seven months old, I approached the ACLU of 
Boston hoping they would take what had turned into a very serious civil 
rights case. I went with the ACLU instead of the Dept of Justice, because I 
have the sex offender label put on me, and felt the ACLU would be far more 
sympathetic to someone who is unpopular due to the social stigma of being a 
registered sex offender, and whose civil rights were being violated in 
profound and unimaginable  ways right in front of one of the most educated 
communities in America. The ACLU sends me a rejection letter saying they are 
a relatively small civil rights organization supported by membership 
contributions and can only take a small fraction of the cases they get.

    My roommates who I was living with at the time got into the act, started 
spreading rumors about me, really publicly humiliating me and thereby 
violating my privacy, they also humiliated and were looking to destroy me in 
the house we were living in. They start spreading rumors consistent  with 
what the Somerville were spreading about me; especially about me being gay. 
They spread a rumor I was walking around in the house with a shirt with cum 
on it. The rumor was repeated in my presence and I felt publicly humiliated. 
They were spreading rumors about me over the three months I was living with 
them. . Finally after11 months of this, I lost control, against my better 
judgement I confronted one of my roommates instead of walking out of the 
house and cooling down. I should have moved out. He put his fist in my 
stomach, which set me off because I felt so violated and I attacked him. It 
wasn’t a serious fight, he didn’t get seriously hurt. I really scared him 
and he came back that night with the landlord. When the landlord asked me to 
leave, like that night, I refused saying I will need time to find a place. 
The police were then called and I was arrested on an assault charge.  I 
outlined all of this with the person who interviewed me in the waiting room 
of the US Attorney’s office. He could have  instructed the FBI to fact check 
these events, it’s in the public domain. They have the entire city of 
Somerville and Cambridge to interview.  This would lend a lot of credibility 
to what I have to say about what happened in police custody.  What happened 
with the Somerville police and the people of Somerville and Cambridge was 
just the beginning. At this point it was a serious civil rights violation- 
it was about to become and evil tyranny.

    Brighton District court violated my probation and put me in the DOC for 
six months for assaulting my roommate. By November the whole city including 
Boston side of the Charles river knew about the Somerville police waging war 
on me with the help of people in Somerville and that I was standing up to 
them. The courthouse never acknowledged this;  put my life in mortal danger 
by violating my probation. I brought it to the attention of Brighton 
District court that I was being criminally harassed by co’s, they did not 
intervene on my behalf.


     Police custody - Nashua street jail: The rumors flying around 
Somerville and Cambridge followed in the Dept of Corrections, the judicial 
marshals driving me over to Nashua street jail were already talking in the 
front of the truck about taking the opportunity know that they had me in 
police custody to try and destroy me. They were looking to set me up with 
the person sitting next to me in the van.  The inmates at every jail I was 
in don’t see me as a human being,  they see me as a sex offender, don’t 
respect the civil rights conflict with the Somerville police and helped 
correction officers try and destroy me every step of the way starting by 
very first night at Nashua street jail all the through Osborn four 
uninterrupted years later.   They have no regard for me at all, no regard 
for my life  and kept betraying me because they are insanely jealous of me 
and waged war on me based on what happened with the Somerville police trying 
to psyche me out and set me up to destroy me and civil rights case. DOC 
marked me for destruction and the inmates were all to willing to help them.  
My first night an inmate brought a uniform to my cell, and while I was 
changing made some comment that I used to expose myself trying to humiliate 
me, and was looking to set me up as I changed into my uniform. Like I might 
expose myself to him. I overacted to the situation, and requested I be 
placed in protective custody. I was then moved to another block and put in a 
cell which was monitored with a surveillance camera. The correction officers 
would then torment me and humiliate me by using they had me on camera for 
the next sixty days including at South Bay Correction center where I was 
transferred after a few weeks.  The correction officers  treated me like an 
animal and kept looking to set me up using I am on camera for an 
exhibitionism charge when I used the bathroom in my cell or looked out the 
window. They were hoping to catch me playing with myself under my blanket 
and turn it into a crime.  The correction officer’s were trying to use the 
inmates to set me up in my cell as a result of the Somerville police 
spreading rumors about my phone sex calls about being gay when I am 
straight.  The co’s were trying to use the way I lied in bed, if an inmate 
came near my cell that I was trying to show him my ass. The runners who 
deliver the food to my cell kept fucking with me every time my cell door was 
opened and they gave me my tray.  They kept looking for a way to set me up 
with something they could use if my case went to court to say I am gay. Once 
they had me clean my cell, and as I was moving backwards to the door, one of 
them taunted me with shake your ass for us.

    This continued and escalated at South Bay Correction Center. There was 
talk over the correction officer’s radio of killing me in police custody. 
This put me in fear of my life. Talking  about the situation with the 
Somerville police in front of me and  making it clear they would like to 
destroy me for standing up for my civil rights which they saw as standing up 
the Somerville police.  They carry and communicate to each other with two 
way radio system, that is very loud, the inmates can easily hear what the 
co’s are saying over their radio’s - everyone in the jail - 1000 inmates 
knew what was going on. News about something like this travels like lighting 
in police custody. Correction officer’s  continued to humiliate and 
terrorize me by using they had me on camera, this followed me from cell 
block to cell block. I couldn’t even eat dinner without correction officer’s 
humiliating me. I eat dinner with my back to the camera sitting on a metal 
stool which is slippery. I moved and a correction officer yells out I am 
shaking my ass for them. They kept  giving me the impression they were 
trying to build a case I am gay and were looking to set me up with an 
exhibitionism charge with things like my hard on was showing through my 
blanket.  I got the feeling they were thinking about murdering me for real 
at South Bay. I was put in fear of my life and made a verbal complaint with 
the Sheriff’s Investigative Division, some type of in-house unit. I was 
hoping by filing a complaint the correction officer’s would back off.

    The person who interviewed me very quickly asked me if I had any mental 
health issues and had me meet with the mental health staff in medical. I 
explained to them correction officer’s  were terrorizing me for 60 days, I 
was told to keep me safe that I should stay in medical. I was tricked into 
the psyche observation room, telling me it was the only room they had 
available and not telling me before they closed the door behind me that I 
was being put under psyche observation. Next thing I know they are taking my 
clothes and show laces, I am in a room where the light never goes off. The 
correction officer’s  who work in medical start threatening to make me a 
sucide either by coming into my cell or by taking me out of the cell and 
murdering me somewhere else in the prison - this went on continually.  So 
much for being safe in medical. A correction officer  stood  outside my cell 
for a couple of hours threatening to come into my cell and murder me. I was 
in medical for four days  I was threatened with a correction officer was 
going to come down to medical and “gut me like a fish.” They put on the 
forged forensic transfer document I became explosive and threatening to 
staff, I was behind a steel door, I posed no threat to them, I got angry 
over what they were doing to me. They also put on the forensic report I said 
correction officer’s and the Somerville police are engaged in a criminal 
conspiracy. I never said that.   When they transferred me to BSH they 
diagnosed me with schizo-effective disorder. Its all in my head. Yeah right. 
This is schizophrenic light. The people who really do have this illness have 
poor ability  organizing  there thoughts. As you can see I don’t have any 
trouble organizing my thoughts.

     The reason why a correction officer vendetta took place and followed me 
from institution to institution in two states, is the psychiatrists and 
psychologists backed up by the psyche nurses who work inside the prison 
system, helped the correction officers destroy me, did their biding, played 
a game of the emperor wears no clothes by civilly committing me to 
Bridgewater State Hosptial (BSH) twice, meanwhile correction officer’s and 
inmates are waging war on me right outside their office.  I almost was 
murdered at  BSH, keeping me there made that possible. This is where the  
vendetta with correction officers began. I plan on testifying in court under 
oath to all these events. I was later continually on the verge of being 
murdered in police custody in DOC in Connecticut as a result of what got 
started at BSH.

     Intensive Treatment Unit BSH - correction officer’s  with psyche nurses 
and a resident psychiatrist present threatened my life between 3000 and 5000 
times. Being at BSH was a little like being sent to Auwitiz to be destroyed. 
There was no lawful reason why I was there. BSH is the place where the 
criminally insane are put, not having been there before and they are 
threatening my life on arrival in front of so called mental health team 
including a psychiatrist,  put me in mortal fear of my life, I assumed the 
worst, they were going to murder me after declaring me insane. Because I 
refused to come out of my cell and talk to them a week to two weeks in I was 
told they were going to civilly commit me. Meanwhile the correction 
officer’s  had put me in such fear of my life I wouldn’t let them in my cell 
when they asked to clean it, this happened daily, or when they tried to get 
me to take a shower. When my attorney showed up I was afraid to follow him 
to his office and had him interview at my cell door. My life was threatened 
with my attorney standing right there. I kept asking for toilet paper and 
they refused to give it to me. I went  about 30 days without toilet paper. 
The psychiatrist who witnessed the correction officer’s  put me in mortal 
fear of my life, testifies that I am one of the worst cases he has ever 
seen, that is saying something for BSH. He portrayed me as BSH material as 
saying I was so paranoid I wouldn’t come out of my cell for a shower, that 
was because I thought they might murder me the second I did and he knew it. 
The civil commitment hearing known as a star chamber was held right at BSH; 
they have a judge come into the institution and hear the cases. The 
psychiatrist sets me up to be destroyed by correction officer’s  by having 
me civilly committed under a section 18a, diagnosis -  schizo-effective 
disorder. It’s all in my head.

    I was put in a dorm with about 100 hundred inmates with its own 
psychiatrist, psychologist, social worker know as a treatment team. Just 
about everyone there is on psyche medication  and has  a diagnosis. About a 
third of my peers at BSH are there for murder and are never getting out of 
the facility.These are not your gardren variety murders, its more like 
killing your wife’s parents with a sledgehammer and then stabbing them 
seventy times because they insulted you.  I told the treatment team what 
happened to me at South Bay and in ITU earlier at BSH, they played a game of 
the emperor has no clothes, and denied the obvious, and civilly committed me 
again, this time for a year under a section seven. I had just been 
institutionalized. I filed an appeal called a 9B which was eventually heard 
in Plymouth superior court, the BSH attorney argues I am so paranoid and 
delusional with my belief that correction officers and police officers are 
trying to destroy me, that I might lash out and hurt someone, so for the 
benefit of society I should remain at BSH. He also played up my sex offender 
past and tried to convince the judge my liberty should be taken from me 
because I posed a threat to the community, I hadn’t dealt with my sexual 
problems. No one gets civilly committed to BSH over the potential I might 
expose myself to someone. Idid. This was now 2003, most of my acting out was 
in the late 80's and early 90's, by 2003, I had put it far behind me. Here I 
am at BSH and there using it to try and keep me institutionalized. I lost 
the appeal.

    Things were quiet until about three months from the time I was scheduled 
to be transferred out of BSH to a DMH facility. It was at this time I 
decided I had enough and started to write about what was going on at BSH and 
try and get my letters out through the legal aid advocate. I ended up 
writing 222 pages about police custody, most of it written in real time 
about the last three months at BSH. The correction officer’s  continuously, 
on non-stop basis were taking about making me a sucide, they were seriously 
thinking about castrating me and saying I did it do myself and at the same 
time taking about how “everyone” thinks I am an American hero. These weren’t 
idle threats they were deadly serious. They came right to the brink of 
murdering me only to call it off and then start debating it again, once 
again coming right to the edge to deciding to murder me for real and calling 
it off, this went on for the 110 days straight. Getting the letters out gave 
them reason to think twice, they knew I had connected the ACLU, they were 
also afraid if they murdered me, and someone followed through and made a 
movie about all this, it could come back to haunt them. One day waiting to 
go to chow, a correction officer  was pleading with his chain of command to 
go ahead with the execution out  for fear of what I might do once I left 
BSH. The treatment team office is right next door to where the correction 
officer’s sit, if I react to the pressure they are putting on me, 
threatening to make me a sucide all day and night long,  their thinking of 
civilly committing me again, this time as a paranoid schizophrenic.  I made 
the mistake of saying something to an inmate, accused another one of 
something to due with what was going on, the treatment team played a game of 
the emperor wears no clothes and transferred me off the unit to the max’s 
which is a detention ticket dorm. I stayed there for a week. They had me in 
a small one man room with a wooden door without a lock. They could have 
easily come in and murdered me. They terrorized me there as well, the 
inmates keep looking to set me up when I take showers. For 110 days straight 
almost on a daily basis the correction officer’s  with the help of the 
inmates kept looking to set me up and  humiliated me when I came in out and 
out of the shower room and when I took a shower trying to use my facial 
expressions,  I really could have been murdered there. I didn’t react to the 
pressure I was being placed under, the treatment team decided to civilly 
commit me and transfer me to Shattuck hospital run by the DMH. . On the way 
to Shattuck in the van, over there radio, someone talks about having 
Shattuck hospital declare me insane and have me sent back to BSH. They were 
looking to set me up right to  the very second I left BSH. I was transferred 
out with someone who people believed was gay, they had the two of us in a 
waiting cell on camera, the correction officer’s were toying with me, using 
we were both together while I waited for the van to show up. I kept walking 
away from him.

    Shattuck Hospital - I realize this all sounds incredible, fantastic, 
which is why I now call southern New England the Bermuda Triangle. Everyone 
is trying to get though this by denying its happening while at the same time 
waging war on me, it I say anything, people will turn around and play a game 
of the emperor has no clothes and try and civilly commit me as a way of 
protecting themselves from me.

    Shattuck hospital is a 500 bed DMH facility in Jamaica Plain, a section 
of Boston. The entire building knew what happened at BSH, talked about it in 
front of me wherever I went,  the staff on my floor knew I was almost 
murdered at BSH, I saw one of the mental health workers talk about it - I 
was almost murdered in my sleep. Instead of protecting me, doing something 
about BSH, the psyche nurses, mental health workers, and the psychiatrists 
who were doing a four month mandatory forensic review, betrayed me, declared 
war on me, and made and all out effort to psyche me out and destroy me on a 
locked unit where I was a civilly committed state hospital psyche patient. A 
couple of years later in police custody in Connecticut, they were taking 
about over their co radio’s the patients at Shattuck were spreading rumors 
about me, which supports my accusation they tried to annihilate me there. 
What happened at Shattuck I reason to believe is in the public domain, and 
can be fact checked by the FBI.

    Wherever I go people deny me my humanity. No one sees me as a human 
being, they see me as a sex offender who stands up to people who everyone is 
waging war on. Largely because they are insanely jealous of me inmates keep 
betraying me and want to destroy me for standing up to them for humiliating 
me and violating my civil rights. With me its  anything goes, there are no 
rules inside the DOC, on the streets of Somerville, Cambridge,  and now 
inside a state psyche hospital. Within my first couple of weeks, someone 
planted shit on my bed,   the Somerville police had spread a rumor I eat my 
own shit. Even the most mentally ill patients at BSH or a CVH, who will 
never see the light of day, don’t eat their own shit. Every time I took a 
shower the mental health workers and the patients were looking to set me up, 
everyone knows how this whole thing got started, someone walked by apartment 
and said they overheard me jerking off and spread rumors about me. Now two  
years later after being treated like an animal in police custody and was 
almost murdered at BSH,
the staff and patients at Shattuck Hospital  are looking to set me up so 
they can say they can say they overheard me jerking off in the shower. This 
went on for six months just about every time I took a shower. The psyche 
nurses and mental health workers (the total number of staff involved was 
around 25 to 30) were using the patients to try and set me up. This included 
my roommates, they kept trying to build a case a am gay by making me 
uncomfortable trying to get me look down at their groin area  and they say 
it was a sexual thing; all this as a  result of the rumors the Somerville 
police spread about me legal phone sex calls.  They really humiliated me by 
trying to set me up and psyche me out with a 70 year old roommate who is 
completely out of it to the point he goes to the bathroom in his bed and has 
to be changed. They tried to use him to try and set me up I am gay, when 
they know I am straight. The nursing staff and patients really hated me for 
standing up to them, really wanted to destroy me, I was writing about them 
in real time, they said it and I wrote it down then got my letters out 
though a legal aid advocate. I was trapped, I was on a locked psyche ward in 
a state hospital. I ended up writing 370 pages about them. The entire 
hospital including patients on other floors knew what was going on, I have 
witnesses  who came to the unit from outside the hospital in a professional 
capacity who could be called to testify. The mental health workers and 
patients and nurses were threatening me with a child pornography charge 
because I was using the internet. They even went so far to try and use my 
facial expressions, which was supposed to mean when they walked by I was 
downloading child pornography.  This went on for quiet some time. 
Humiliating me over and over again. This was a really an  American idiot 
kind of idea, the computers were apart of a hospital network, it would be 
easy to track where people go in the internet.  Where I went on the internet 
while they were threatening me with setting me for a child pornography 
charge, I was on the ACLU web site where I read their position papers on the 
war on drugs and war on terrorism. I was also reading back issues of the 
Progressive and Dollars and Sense and a lengthy article about post- 
constructionist philosophy. I was being terrorized and humiliated by an old 
psyche patient who because the Somerville police spread a rumor I have 
sexual thoughts about my mother by lying about a prank phone sex call, kept 
threatening me she was going to say I am sexually attracted to her and kept 
looking to set me up. The nursing staff encouraged this kind of behavior. A 
real life version of 1984. Every day I had to line up for anti-psychotic 
medication and the psyche nurses would play a game of the emperor has no 
clothes and treat me like a state hospital psyche patient while at the same 
time they are using the other patients on the unit to terrorize me and look 
for a way to set me up.

    In the middle of all of this the psychiatrists watching all of his go 
on, are doing a four month mandatory forensic review. There were three 
psychiatrists and medical student who did the psyche evaluation - they all 
played a game of the emperor wears no clothes with me, by pretending not to 
notice right outside their office nurses, mental health workers and patients 
are waging war on me and humiliating me all day long; and pretending not to 
know anything about the situation with the Somerville police even though I 
heard them talking about someone was thinking of giving me a radio show and 
they knew what happened to me at BSH.. The primary psychiatrist involved. 
when I was telling him what happened with the Somerville police, he asked me 
well now do you know the Somerville police were spreading rumors about you. 
I said people walking by my apartment were informing me what the Somerville 
police were doing. He played a game of emperor wears no clothes with me and 
suggested it might have been an auditory hallucination. He then decided to 
do an EEG to test brain functioning and a CAT scan to look at brain 
structures. While I was waiting for results to come back another 
psychiatrist is asking me am a worried about the results of the tests, do I 
think my brain is organically damaged. I told him the chances of that is if 
a meteor flew through the window in the next five seconds and landed in the 
chair sitting next to us. Everyone on the unit would have loved to catch me 
jerking off and probably would have brought me up on criminal charges for 
being human. They didn’t want to let me off the unit. I achieved a moral 
victory with the forensic evaluation,  they had to scale down  diagnosis 
from schizo-effective disorder which they saw no evidence of,  to psychosis 
NOS - not otherwise specified. Meaning I am unidentified flying object, we 
think your crazy we just don’t know exactly what kind of crazy your are. The 
final forensic review looked very official and professionally done, as did 
the criminally  forged forensic evaluations at BSH with state letterhead, 
psychiatrists, psychologists and medical directors signing off on it.  The 
patients at Shattuck hospital hate my guts for standing up to them and 
writing about them for six months, they tried to destroy me by  spreading  
rumors about me. The FBI can find them, integrate them, get them to confirm 
my description of what happened at Shattuck hospital and that will lead 
directly to what happened at Bridgewater State Hospital.

    In late December of 2004 I was allowed off the locked psyche unit I was 
on with a day pass good for a few hours and then good for all day to look 
for work and an apartment. The roommates I choose to live with tricked me 
into living with them, they knew who I was and were looking for a way to 
destroy me because they hated me for standing up to people.  I overheard one 
of them talking in the kitchen, he didn’t know I was in the next room. For 
thirty days they were  spreading rumors about me, at first people believed 
them, they were spreading rumors they over heard me jerking off, turned 
people against me, this is how the whole  thing started with the Somerville 
police three years earlier.  People started looking for a way to set me up 
all over town. Just like 2001, I couldn’t even look at anyone without 
someone trying to set me up. In 2001 it was I was undressing women with my 
eyes. In 2004 guys were trying to set me up if I looked at them that I was 
gay. I felt under assault walking down the street, it got uncomfortable even 
to look at someone, I started walking across the street to avoid walking by 
people who I thought might be trying to set me up. People started repeating 
right to my face the rumor the Somerville police spread about my mother as 
if their might be some truth to it. I go for long walks, people were 
threatening me with saying they overheard me jerk off in public restrooms 
when they didn’t. This happened at two or three different locations.  I was 
criminally harassed and publicly humiliated and people were looking to set 
me up  at the state unemployment center in Cambridge, the Boston Public 
Library, the Cambridge Public Library, criminally harassed at an employment 
agency. It was worse in 2004 in Somerville and Cambridge then it was in 
2001,  and now people were looking to set me up in Arlington and Boston. The 
general public betrayed me and declared war on me in 2004. I ended up 
writing about 150 pages about this and sent them to an attorney friend for 
safe keeping. I was hearing rumors he sent them to the ACLU. I never 
contacted the ACLU to find out.

    There were rumors going around about the ACLU which at the time I 
thought came from the ACLU, but now I have my doubts. There were rumors the 
ACLU was really thinking about taking my case this time for real, that they 
contacted the national office and were awaiting funding, that they felt this 
was the most important case they ever had and were going to put everything 
they had into it. There was a rumor going around that the ACLU thought I 
would make a brilliant attorney and were thinking of sending me to law 
school on the west coast and then hiring me, that they felt I was smart 
enough to be one of their lead attorneys. There was a rumor that the ACLU 
was going to sue the Somerville police for 500 million dollars, and then 
right after they doubled it to one billion. When I contacted the ACLU in 
Boston the first night I was out of jail in 2006 they denied ever spreading 
rumors about me. So now I think someone was spreading rumors about the ACLU; 
playing with my mind. This is important as you are about to see, I was 
continually betrayed because inmates and correction officer’s  were jealous 
of me and got set up to be murdered in police custody in Connecticut over a 
false rumor that the ACLU wanted to sue the Somerville police for a billion 
dollars. The rumors and everything else that happened in Somerville and 
Cambridge followed me into police custody in Connecticut.

   I couldn’t even read in the JFK park anymore, people were looking to set 
me up while I was sitting there reading a book. The situation with my 
roommates became very serious, people were sharing information about me over 
the internet, these people who were looking to set me up all over the city, 
I have reason to believe my roommates were on this site, they thought the 
ACLU found out about it, I overheard them talking. They were afraid the ACLU 
might take my case and they could get destroyed for real. I felt unsafe 
living with them and started staying at hotels, I mistakenly thought the 
ACLU based on the rumors going around was about to take my case.

     Three hotels in a row the hotel guests start looking for a way to set 
me up in my hotel room. I was treated like an animal at these hotels, they 
were again looking to destroy me by saying they overheard me jerking off.  
One of the hotels I was staying in, it sounded like an employee, threatened 
to let someone into my hotel room and make me a sucide. At another hotel as 
I walked by their room, a male from behind the door threatened me with, we 
say he exposed himself to us. I contacted the ACLU from one of the hotels I 
was staying at and told them they should take my case. I was told if they 
were interested in doing so they would contact me. I had been looking for 
work for three months and didn’t get one job interview, sent out I am  
estimating  100 to 150 resumes (except for an interview with a guy I had 
worked for in the past) went through 5000 dollars and was getting concerned 
I was being blacklisted. Someone said to me over by Porter square that I 
wasn’t welcome anymore, based on how people treated me, I felt they were 
trying to drive me from the city. I had bought a sandwich in a small store, 
sat down at their window to eat it, and they publicly humiliated me and 
thought of using there was a space between my shirt and my pants, that my 
backside was showing a little bit, that I somehow was deliberately  showing 
them my ass. When I went to see the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 
with Jim Carey, the three people sitting in the row behind me were publicly 
humiliating me and criminally harassing me by watching and threatening to 
use my facial expressions in the scene where Jim Carey is under the kitchen 
table like a small child with his mother there. This had to do with the 
Somerville police three years earlier spreading rumors about my legal phone 
sex calls and having sexual thoughts about my mother. My roommates at the 
end of March really publicly humiliated  me and thereby criminally harassed 
me by spreading a rumor I was jerking off for them. It was right after that  
people figured out they were lying and turned on them. I had enough, while I 
still had money I decided to leave the city and try my luck somewhere else.

    On check-in at a cheap hotel in Providence a guy walking by me 
threatened my life. The person at check in saids to me, “we don’t take his 
peace offer right now.” I really felt threatened and went to Providence 
Place Mall to buy a knife. I was recognized by people in the mall, they were 
thinking of protecting me and making the city of Boston look bad, there is a 
cultural rivalry between Providence and Boston.  When I returned to the 
hotel which has a bar attached to it, a women joked, “he loses his life 
because he is staying at a cheap hotel.” Two guys including the one who had 
walked by are sitting at a table right behind me, one of them saids, “he 
knows we are thinking of murdering him.” This made me uncomfortable. I 
decided to leave, as I got to the exit of the bar, the guy who had 
threatened me at check in, is now standing by the kitchen, makes a move in 
my direction and threatens to follow me up to my room with the intention of 
murdering me.  This put me in fear if my life. I checked into another hotel. 
This shows the general public throughout southern New England is waging war 
on me for standing up for my civil rights because they see me as a sex 
offender and not as a human being who stands up to them.

     New York City - After what happened in the hotel in Providence I moved 
down the road to New York City. Got three death threats by New York city 
police officers. On a narrow street, a New York police officer saids to me, 
“he checks into another hotel he is going to end up dead.” Another cop from 
about half a block away, saw him talking to his partner about having me 
destroyed in police custody. I felt my life was in danger if I stayed in New 
York, I didn’t even spend the night. At 1am in Penn station a New York cop 
harassed me and threatened to arrest me for what amounted to walking by him 
at a distance of 15 feet. He was putting up the yellow plastic police tape, 
he stopped me and acted like I was interfering with police work. He followed 
me about 100 feet, then a New York cop, said right to my face at  point 
blank range, paraphrasing, “he loses his life because we want the last 
word.” I felt I was  in mortal danger if I stayed at Penn station, I ended 
up taking a taxi back to Boston.

    Amtrak Train from Boston - the next day I went back to my apartment took 
what I could carry and took an Amtrak train from Boston to Washington DC. A 
women sitting to my right said I made everyone look bad. Someone on the 
train then threatens to throw me off the train as we are headed into Old 
Saybrook. He said “he makes it to Washington its to late.” I took this 
threat very seriously after what happened to me at South Bay correctional 
center and BSH. I walked off the train at Old Saybrook. As I did someone 
said “he outsmarted us again.” Everyone in my train car just sat there right 
there was nothing wrong. I then take a taxi to Union station toNew Haven. 
Two MBTA New Haven cops grab me without warning or explaining what they are 
doing. I felt this was part of the police officer -correction officer 
vendetta against me. I yelled out they are going to murder me and bit one of 
their hands when they had me on the ground out of emotional duress. I had a 
letter on me that I wrote about being harassed in one of the hotels I was 
staying at the arresting police officer threatened to write on it “I am a 
terrorist.” I was arrested on a domestic act of terrorism charge for 
allegedly saying on the Amtrak train “you are all going to hell you deserve 
to die.” I never said it. I read the domestic act of terrorism statute that 
statement taken on its own merits doesn’t come close to meeting the legal 
requirements of the statute. My public defender agreed with me it would be 
covered under the first amendment as an opinion and not a threat.  The MBTA 
New Haven cops also arrested me on three counts of assault for biting their 
hand. That carriers a maximum sentence of ten years each. On the way to by 
booked at the New Haven police station, in the van, one of the arresting 
police officers threatened me with, “you die for this.”

     New Haven House of Corrections - The entire facility declared war on me 
on arrival. Correction officers on S1, which is an orientation block which 
houses about 75 inmates threatened me 100's of times with hatred in their 
voice with “spilling my guts.” Over their internal radio that they all 
carry, someone threatened to have me kidnaped if I somehow made it out of 
police custody. A correction officer on S1 gave me an order to face the 
wall, he was going to come into my cell and murder me. I faced the wall, I 
thought I was going be murdered. Next I was transferred to G block where the 
inmates were threatening to try and set me up in the shower and harassed me 
and eventually drove me off the block over taking a shower. The correction 
officer’s  on G block were threatening my life in front of about 150 
inmates, over and over again, all day long. I was in a dormitory setting, 
and not behind a steel door, I had no way of protecting myself.   I was 
transferred to F block where the conflict with correction officers in 
Connecticut reached the point of no return. All the correction officer’s who 
work on F block on the day and evening shift took turns threatening to make 
me a sucide. They were threatening to open my door and come into my cell and 
kill me by bashing my head against the wall and bleeding me like a pig.  The 
inmates liked the idea and were threatening to cheer them on if they went 
into my cell. Both correction officers and inmates expressed they were 
jealous of me as a result of the rumors coming from Somerville and Cambridge 
about people seeing me as an American hero and they thought the ACLU really 
might take my case and sue the Somerville police for a billion dollars. I 
would eventually find out the people who were  behind what happened to me in 
police custody at NHCC , Corrigan CC, Cheshire and Osborn; they  were the 
captain shift supervisors who run the day to day operations of the 
facilities. On F block over their radio, most likely a caption shift 
supervisor said, “we are not taking his peace offer he dies in jail.” I 
started counting the number of times they threatened my life on F block, a 
three day count averaged 450 death threats a day.

     Meanwhile the New Haven courthouse wants me to plead guilty to the 
domestic act of terrorism charge on a three year cap. The judge said on the 
bench she knows people back in Boston think I am an American hero. If I have 
done this I believe I would have been murdered in police custody. Seven 
months later they dropped the domestic act of terrorism charge. The 
correction officers were all over the Judicial marshals radio every time I 
was taken into court. The inmates in lock up can testify to that. The 
correction officers who were on the judicial marshals radio were afraid I 
might be released from jail. Out of fear of facing criminal charges for 
treating me like and animal and threatening my life the correction officers 
wanted to keep me in prison. The courthouse knew there was a real 
possibility I could be murdered in police custody and did nothing about it. 
Lawyers who work in the court talked about it in presence several times. The 
judicial marshals would put me in the van to return to NHCC with statements 
like they destroy him are all going to hell.(exact paraphrase) and toyed 
with me in lock up every time I made a court appearance.

    On May 18th I told a judge   my life was threatened 18,000 times 
(estimate) at NHCC and I wanted to file attempted murder charges. She 
ordered the DOC put me in protective custody and not interview me about what 
is clearly criminal civil rights violations going on in their own city. NHCC 
did not follow their own internal procedures and put me on protective 
custody status, instead put me back in my cell on F block, then played a 
game of the emperor wears no clothes, brought me downstairs to be 
interviewed and sent me to medical to be evaluated. I refused saying it is a 
legal issue not a mental issue. Ten minutes later a correction officer  
opens my cell door on F block and tells me we are going for a walk, I 
followed him thinking he was going to move me off F block because of what 
happened there. He brought me back down to medical and this time they put me 
in psyche observation room, took my clothes, made me wear velcro hospital 
outfit, and I am in a room with a light on me 24 hours a day. Immediately 
started terrorizing me in medical, the correction officer’s over the radio 
made me feel I was brought down to medical to be made a sucide, they kept 
threatening to come into my cell and murder me over the radio, giving me the 
feeling it could happen at any moment. My first night there they turned the 
light off in my cell, violating their internal procedures, the light is 
supposed to be on 24 hours a day, and wanted me to go to sleep and at the 
same time threatening to make me a sucide, I was afraid to go to sleep, they 
might come into my cell and murder me. They put me in fear of my life by 
turning the light off. I started jogging in place to try and stay awake at 3 
and 4 in the morning.  The staff in medical threatened to put me in 
handcuffs and leg irons so the correction officer’s could come into my cell 
and murder me. This went on for ten days straight. The nursing staff is 
acting like they don’t want me to leave medical alive for fear they now 
could face criminal charges.  There were inmates in medical who were there,  
they were all hoping they would murder me for real right in front of them, 
and they didn’t want me to leave medical alive.  I told a nurse the 
correction officer’s on F block had threatened to bash my head against the 
wall, and bleed me like a pig. The nurses play a game of the emperor wears 
no clothes and   turns around and start offering me anti-psychotic 
medication asking  me if I was seeing or hearing things I wasn’t supposed 
to. They had me dead to right, they could have attempted to civilly commit 
to a state hospital right then and there,  and it would have been an instant 
replay of being transferred to BSH. They chose not to, they were afraid I 
might get word out from a state hospital or outsmart DMH again, like I did 
back in Massachusetts,  they decided to keep me in police custody. At this 
point correction officer’s throughout the building had murderous feelings 
towards me, around mothers day the caption shift supervisors were polling 
the rank and file correction officer’s about whether I live or die. They all 
felt murdering me in police custody would make them look like evil cowards. 
Lucky for me. The inmates all saw me as a sex offender, completely denied me 
my humanity and would have let the correction officer’s murder me at NHCC, 
there is no question about that.

    New Haven courthouse gets back in picture. I said in front of a judge  
in frustration that my civil rights had been violated for three years, there 
was no one in court but myself,  the prosecutor, my attorney and a judicial 
Marshall. She seizes the opportunity to order a court evaluation to see if I 
am capable of assisting in my own defense.  The court sends an assassination 
team to NHCC to interview me. The interview last ten minutes, I tell them I 
want a hearing to challenge the court ordered evaluation; normally an 
interview could last two hours. In the ten minutes I did talk to them I told 
them I have an outstanding civil rights situation with the Somerville 
police, that situation followed me onto an Amtrak train, someone threatened 
to throw me off the train. They asked me was their anyone they could contact 
or knew about what was going on with the Somerville police. I said Noam 
Chomsky and Allen Deruwitz  knew what was going on and that I had approached 
the ACLU. The court evaluators play a game of the emperor has no clothes 
with me and  testifies  in New Haven district court that I am grandiose and 
delusional for thinking I have a civil rights case that an organization like 
the ACLU might be interested in and that people of such stature as Noam 
Chomsky and Allen Derwitz knew about it. My request for a hearing was 
ignored. The judge, in another real life version of 1984 saids in his  black 
robes on the bench, “we could face  conspiracy charges.” They use a bullpen 
approach in the state prosecutors  office sharing the case load.  The 
prosecutor right after I was civilly committed to CVH for 60 days to be 
evaluated to see if I was capable of standing trail and assisting in my own 
defense, as they were taking me out of the courtroom saids, “he would make a 
brilliant attorney...they destroy him when he gets back.” She was worried 
the correction officer’s at NHCC , now that the court just said I might be 
crazy might turn around and murder me for real.

     CVH - The nursing staff and patients declared war on me on a locked 
psyche ward on arrival.  The nursing staff knew that correction officer’s at 
NHCC were threatening my life and they were serious about it. They started 
to terrorize me by threatening to give me and exhibitionism charge and send 
me back to NHCC, the patients and staff knew about the rumors the Somerville 
police spread about me and criminally harassed me with those rumors 
humiliating me over and over again. Threatening to spread rumors I am gay 
and that I had exposed myself in Bridgeport and were threatening me with 
their going to say I let people overhear me jerk off three years earlier in 
Somerville that I did it “on purpose.”  Hundreds of times they threatened me 
with we say “he can’t control his sexual impulses.” Really humiliated me by 
doing that.   The competency evaluators played a game of the emperor wears 
no clothes and pretended not to notice the nursing staff and patients were 
waging war on me right in front of them, and sixty days later returns me to 
New Haven district court and testifies I am incompetent to stand trail. The 
judge that day didn’t feel like destroying me and I was sent back for a 
second opinion. The nursing staff admitted they were jealous of me over the 
possibility someone might make a movie about all of this and wanted the last 
word because they see me as a sex offender who stands up to people. Hated me 
for standing up to them by writing down everything they were saying. I 
risked my life over and over again by writing about them violating my civil 
and human rights when they had me trapped at BSH, Shattuck hospital and now 
CVH. The psychiatrist on the unit wants me to talk about BSH, I evade the 
topic challenging now he found out about it in the first place. They also 
wanted me to sign a medical release from BSH. I felt if I had done that they 
would have gone ahead and destroyed me for real and the court would have 
used that to prosecute me on a domestic act of terrorism charge and they 
institutionalized me at CVH. The second time I was returned to New Haven 
court he did try and civilly commit me to CVH over failing to disclose to 
him why I was at BSH or sign a medical release. He also diagnosed me bipolar 
actively delusional for telling him about what happened on the train and the 
Somerville police. I would have been released on a suspended sentence that 
day, the court decided to call the whole thing off, but I couldn’t take the 
deal, if I did CVH was going to turn around and civilly commit me and bring 
me back to CVH over refusing to tell them about BSH.  My public defender 
told me not to worry about it the deal would still be there, it never 
materialized again.
    Back at NHCC, the correction officer’s now on segregation block admit 
they would like to murder me but are afraid to because I am on camera. Are 
taking about the rumors the Somerville police spread about me like they 
would like to psyche me out in police custody and then testify that the 
Somerville police were “right about me.” This included the rumor I may have 
rapped someone in New Jersey, that I let people hear me jerk off, that I am 
gay, that I am a self-hating Jew, that I took this on for the money. They 
continue where we left off and start threatening my life again all day and 
night long. I did a three day count of the total number of times inmates and 
correction officer’s threatened me either with my life or a verison of the 
Somerville police were right about me, that averaged 480 times a day. When I 
was transferred to H block it started up again with correction officer’s 
threatening my life and inmates talking about  threatening me with the 
rumors the Somerville police spread about me. Especially  about me being gay 
and I did it for the money.  After 30 days I was sent to Corrigan CC.

    Corrgian CC-   Much to my horror correction officer’s  and inmates 
started threatening to make me a sucide again. This went on non-stop for the 
five months I was there - 19 hours a day every day. As a correction officer 
said in front of me they were afraid to murder me on camera, instead the 
correction officer’s were constantly taking votes over their radios about 
trying to set me up to be destroyed in a state hospital. They were afraid 
the ACLU might take my case, they were afraid they might print my journals, 
they were afraid they would all look like evil cowards,  and the biggest 
fear was if anyone ever said anything about them executing me in police 
custody. Which inmates and correction officers articulated as “anyone saids 
anything,” and “anyone ever saids anything.” This would be repeated hundreds 
of times and  played itself out again down the road at Cheshire and Osborn 
these are the  major reasons why I survived.
.
The entire institution had murderous feelings for me just like NHCC, and was 
in on what was going on.  The inmates at Corrigan would have let them murder 
me. It will be really interesting to see if this goes public and to trail if 
the correction officer’s  will break rank and testify what happened. The 
idea was to put so much psychological pressure on me by continually 
threatening to murder me that I would react and they would then turn around 
and play a game of the emperor wears no clothes and send me to CVH to be 
destroyed. One of the reasons why I survived police custody is I never 
reacted in a way they could use to send me to state hospital. The inmates 
and
correction officer’s  were criminally harassing me just like NHCC with the 
rumors the Somerville spread about me constantly threatening me with a 
version of we say the Somerville police were right about him. At NHCC and 
Corrigan both correction officer’s and inmates said they wanted the “last 
word” on the civil rights situation that started with the Somerville police.

    Cheshire CC- Much to my horror correction officer’s and inmates started 
threatening to make me a sucide again and terrorize me exactly like they did 
at NHCC and Corrigan. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t have to wait  long, 
the very first morning, one of the regular correction officers  said they 
would like to murder me. They kept saying how if they destroyed me they 
would look like evil cowards. The inmates were tormenting me with the rumors 
the Somerville spread about me especially about being gay and having sexual 
thoughts about my mother. The
correction officer’s  on the radio who I have reason to believe are the 
captain shift supervisors said they wanted to make me a sucide and were 
threatening to murder me in one of their office’s and then on the athletic 
field. This put me in fear of my life, this was a clear and present threat. 
Cheshire is a big prison, there are about 2,500 inmates all of whom knew 
what was going on, the correction officer’s  at every institution threatened 
my life and talked about taking my life over their radio’s which can be 
clearly heard by all the inmates on every cell block. The inmates would not 
protect me,  they saw me as a sex offender and kept betraying me because 
they were jealous of me and saw dollar signs if my case went to court. They 
would rather let the correction officer’s make me  a sucide right in front 
of them then help me,  out of insane jealousy a jury might make me a 
millionaire.  God forbid. I was there for two and half months before being 
sent to Osborn CC.


    Osborn CC - On arrival the correction officer at the front gate saids to 
the
correction officer who drove me there, “choke him and say he committed 
sucide.” (Exact paraphrase) That made me uncomfortable. The inmates 
humiliated me as I was changing into my prison uniform about being gay. It 
this point I attempted to protect myself by putting myself in protective 
custody by telling the correction officer about being terrorized down the 
line at NHCC  Corrigan and Cheshire. The correction officer’s, the social 
worker I interviewed with, and the then the DOC in-house psychiatrist played 
a game of the emperor wears no clothes and civilly commits me to G block, 
which is psyche block at Osborn. What would happen over the next year on G 
block is beyond human comprehension.

     For the first three months the second I woke up the inmates would 
threaten me with they are going to say I have sexual thoughts about my 
mother. And talk about my mother’s pussy in front of me. The inmates worked 
on me 16 hours of day and kept threatening me with a version of we say the 
Somerville police was right about him. Again the correction officer’s and 
inmates told me they want the “last word” on all this. This included that 
when someone overheard me masturbating, they inmates want to say I did it on 
purpose. They kept on taking about it in front of me.  For a year straight 
just about on a daily basis they kept threatening me with we say he is gay. 
And were looking for ways to set me up. Correction officer’s kept 
threatening me the entire year I was there with “destroy him and say he is a 
self-hating Jew.” Correction officer’s for 16 hours a day for year I was 
there were taking turns threatening my life as were the inmates. Meanwhile 
in the most amazing verison of the emperor wears no clothes, the physicians 
assistant, the psyche nurse, the social worker who originally interviewed me 
have an office on G block, correction officer’s and inmates had declared war 
on me right outside their office. The physicians assistant pretended I was 
delusional and paranoid for the year I was there and had me on 
anti-psychotic medication for nine months. The psyche nurse for a year as 
she did rounds threatened my life meanwhile pretending I am mentally ill. 
The inmates and nursing staff would have let the correction officer’s murder 
me. In late January of 2006 the situation became acute. Correction officer’s 
were now seriously thinking of making me a sucide, and said so. The entire 
institution was in on this. The inmates and nursing staff betrayed me again 
because they were insanely jealous of me they said if they helped me and 
this went to court I would be made a millionaire. They would rather let the 
correction officer’s make me a sucide right in front of them. The correction 
officer’s were threatening to take turns raping me and then murdering me, 
this put me in fear of my life. They were deadly serious about raping me. I 
felt like they wanted to murder my soul before they murdered me.

    They threatened to take me outside off G block to the yard out back  and 
murder me and if I gave it back to them  would like to castrate me. They 
were serious,  they weren’t saying this just to terrorize me. The correction 
officer’s afraid to murder me on camera threatened to murder me and put me 
in a landfill. Again they were serious. This went on like this for several 
weeks. I have witnesses. At the end February and right through all of March, 
correction officer’s were threatening to open my cell door, enter my jail 
cell and make me a sucide. Including a stretch of several days when I didn’t 
have a cell mate, which is very unusual, typically a new cell mate shows up 
right away.  The captain shift supervisors who were on their radio’s for the 
entire year who run the day to day operations are behind this and really 
wanted to murder me. They threatened to make me eat shit and then murder me. 
Again they were serious. They even thought of bringing me into the death 
chamber and giving me a lethal injection. The inmates in the month of March 
kept threatening to start a fight with me over the way I walked by them in 
the hallway. They felt a was walking by them like a general, took offense to 
it, drew a line in the sand and threatened me with you keep walking by us 
like a general we will start a fight with you. The  entire cell block, 130 
inmates, threatened to start a fight with me this would go on  for hours at 
time. The idea was to put me in segregation to set me up to make me a sucide 
by getting me alone in a cell and off G block. The correction officer’s 
seriously thought of making me a sucide in segregation if the inmates 
started a fight with me and even encouraged them to start a fight with me. 
This put me in fear of my life as did all of the threats that I have 
outlined. At the same time the captain shift supervisors who are on their 
radio’s kept threatening to kidnap me on the way to the chow hall and murder 
me. They really terrorized me with that, and I started skipping meals to 
protect myself going to the chow hall once a day. I spent what I had left 
for money for food and ate in my cell to avoid going to the chow hall. The 
correction officer’s on my cell block were threatening to send me a state 
hospital for skipping meals. All the correction officer’s who worked on G 
block over the last three months I was there took turns threatening my life. 
  The captain shift supervisors said over their radio they really wanted to 
murder me on the way to the chow hall. On a couple of occasions when I did 
go to the chow hall, over the radio they thought of kidnaping me on they way 
back. Every time I went to the chow hall I wondered if I would make it back 
to my cell block alive. I  felt the entire institution would let them grab 
me in th hallway and pull me into the captains office or the gym and destroy 
me.  I started walking behind all the inmates on the way to the chow hall 
and was the first one out of the chow hall on the way back to protect myself 
from one of them sucker punching me from behind. For the entire month of 
March correction officer’s and inmates were threatening to send me to a 
state  hospital and have me destroyed there, they threatened me with that 
over 300 times.  I started counting the number of times they threatened my 
life and it was in the thousands over the last three months I was there. If 
they broke me down and I reacted, the DOC mental health staff would have 
moved in for the kill and transferred me to a state hospital hoping they 
would make me a sucide for real.

    My last week there I broke my toe practicing karate moves in my cell. I 
was planning on kick boxing the inmates in the hallway if they sucker 
punched me. The mental health staff were threatening to use the visit by the 
capital region to try and civilly commit me. And on Friday of my last full 
week at Osborn I expressed my anger over what had been done with me in 
police custody. The person who I was talking to, who is a social worker, I 
thought she was an administrator, who works in the mental health office on G 
block, where I have been terrorized right outside her office for a year now, 
starts playing a game of the emperor has no clothes with me. She tells me 
she looked at my chart and I have really “scary symptoms.”  That she thought 
I was seriously mentally ill and used that they had civilly committed me to 
G block proves it, that was there professional opinion. She then asked me 
why I was at BSH. The next time I went into her office she again acted like 
its all in my head, told me I would have to take anti-psychotic medication. 
I got angry again, I didn’t see she was baiting me. She then asks me if I 
feel I am a danger to others. That is a civil commitment  to a state 
hospital question. I lost control for about a minute. I cursed her a few 
times and storm out of her office. She comes out and saids, “that’s it you 
are getting a ticket.” I then slam there office door and starting yelling 
she won’t be able to cover up what they are doing to me with mental health.


     She then instructs correction officer’s to send me to segregation. It 
was the correction officer’s idea to bring me to medical two and put me 
under psyche observation. They slid a paper under my door and informed me 
three days later that on Monday, 48 hours from when I am supposed to be 
discharged after serving a two year sentence for biting a cops hand, they 
were going to determine whether I needed to be involuntarily placed on 
anti-psychotic medication.  That implies state hospital. Then while I am 
waiting in a psyche observation room  to play a death version of the emperor 
wears no clothes with the DOC shrink in a few days, the correction officer’s 
on the radio threaten to come into my cell put me in restraints and murder 
me. A psyche nurse immediately thinks of letting them into my cell. The 
correction officer’s threaten to take me out of the psyche observation room 
and make me a sucide somewhere else. Hundreds of times over the next three 
days they threatened me with destroying me for real if I am sent to a state 
hospital.  If I had exploded in rage or acted really fearful as a result of 
being terrorized for three days, the psychiatrist would have me sent to a 
state hospital. Instead I acted like a criminal trial attorney, I explained 
to him what I did was stupid, what do I care if she thinks I am mentally 
ill, but it doesn’t mean I am mentally ill. I explained to him she really 
offended me when she asked me if I feel I am a threat to others, that is a 
civil commitment question, that she didn’t have a right to ask the question 
she is an administrator. I anticipated what he would say next. He saids she 
is a social worker a member of the treatment team. I say I didn’t know that, 
I was talking to her about an administrative issue. He then tells me I 
showed poor emotional control and he is thinking of sending me to a state  
hospital. I respond with I am due to be discharged in 48 hours that my 
liberty interest outweighs the states interest in involuntarily medicate me, 
that as a condition of probation I am court ordred to be evaluated and if it 
is determined I need to be on psyche medication I would take them to avoid 
having my probation violated. Therefore your concern about having me on 
medication could be addressed without violating my liberty interests. He 
walked away from my cell and returned five minutes later. And said he was 
clearing me for discharge and said I would make a brilliant lawyer. I was 
almost destroyed on my last week there. The correction officer’s couldn’t 
believe it, I outsmarted them again. They then tried to psyche me out one 
more time, while I was still on medical two and start threatening my life 
again hundreds of times, hoping I will react and then the psychiatrist would 
send me to a state hospital. They were threatening to destroy now on my next 
to last day there. The following morning, the correction officer’s on the 
radio are threatening to murder me when they bring me downstairs as I come 
off the elevator in medical one instead of bringing me back to my unit. The 
correction officer on medical two is threatening to put me in handcuffs when 
he brings me downstairs so they could have an easier time killing me. This 
would not normally be done when you bring someone to their unit. They kept 
this pressure on me for several hours. I figured it out,  they were trying 
to psyche me out  and get me react.

     When the inmates got word out from Osborn it was the tip of the ice 
berg as you now can see. I can’t stand this anymore. I feel I am bleeding 
inside. I don’t feel I live in America anymore. If feels like a Bermuda 
Triangle, a  real life version of 1984.  The principle we are a nation of 
laws and not of men, that Justice is blind, that no one is above the law, or 
below the law, all of which are foundational principals to American 
civilization are being violated in unprecedented ways.   This document is a 
call to action to freedom loving people across the country. I am asking your 
help to force this public so I can take this to federal court. And get 
Justice.

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