Even before I began my political journey in 2001, I maintained certain principles; a variety of things I just don\u2019t do. And usually, if ever I deviated from those principles, even in error, I\u2019d end up in a tangle of trouble.<\/p>\n
\n February 2013 was an ordeal. I broke some of my rules and things got ugly. What happened is yet another experience that those who blindly trust the system, and <\/em>those who don\u2019t, need to know about.<\/p>\n \n Among my longstanding \u201cdon\u2019t dos\u201d are 1) I don\u2019t do suicide and 2) I don\u2019t do intoxicants. Suicide\u2019s a no-brainer. Since I couldn\u2019t fathom caving in to pressure \u2013 especially not from the opposition. Which is the only way I could see taking myself out. But more important is the political principle that my life is not mine\u2019s to take. It belongs to the people. And that\u2019s not to posture nor sound \u201cpolitically correct.\u201d It\u2019s a genuine commitment. The intoxicant thing is a bit more complicated. For one, I don\u2019t like not being in control of myself. Secondly, when under the influence I go soft in the head, being what some call \u201cchemically imbalanced,\u201d or in other words, I literally go berzerk when intoxicated. And since I don\u2019t use, it doesn\u2019t take much to tip me completely over.\n <\/p>\n My troubles of February 2013 were the result of breaking these two particular \u201cdon\u2019t dos.\u201d Over a three day period I got intoxicated, then, under the influence, attempted suicide \u2013 twice. And the pigs and \u201cprofessionals\u201d quite blatantly watched and waited for me to die, which compelled me, once I sobered up, into yet another life and death struggle to not let that happen.<\/p>\n \n The intoxication wasn\u2019t intentional (on my part), but the practical joke I might say of an apolitical and particularly mischievous peer. A fella who routinely makes and takes cocktails of various mind-altering prescription drugs he collects. Although he has consented to being identified by name, being remorseful and willing to confess his role in the ordeal his shenanigans caused, I\u2019ll just call him Mr. Highjinks (for obvious reasons).<\/p>\n \n For some time he\u2019d tried to convince me to pop some pills with him. Wanting to share his and many others\u2019 method of escaping the maddening tedium of solitary confinement. I declined of course. But he kept at it, trying all sorts of enticements. To no avail. But what I didn\u2019t realize was how determined he really was to get me pickled. Nor that he\u2019d use devious methods to do it.\n <\/p>\n \n To give a bit of diversity to the otherwise bland prison diets, prisoners \u2013 when we can afford it \u2013 sometimes make homemade pizza-like or casserole concoctions by combining foods purchased from the prison commissary and foods taken from our prison meals. Sometimes several prisoners will contribute various food items and one person will make the \u201cmeal\u201d that is then shared around. The concoction is called different names depending what prison system you\u2019re in. Here in Oregon it\u2019s called a \u201cspread.\u201d<\/p>\n \n Well, on January 31st, I \u201cput in\u201d with Mr. Highjinks to make a spread, contributing items left over from our special Christmas commissary purchase along with some ingredients from the meal trays. Turns out Mr. Highjinks decided to spike the spread with one of his pill concoctions that has him bouncing off the walls for days at a time. To him it was all in fun.<\/p>\n \n I didn\u2019t consume my entire portion of the spread until Saturday, February 2nd, and that\u2019s when and how things went south. The result was a total loss of impulse control, and an odd compulsion toward self-annihilation. In short, I lost my mind.\n <\/p>\n First I got into a fracas with the goon squad (about seven guards dressed out in full body armor with gas, taser and a large plexiglass shield). Then I overdosed on dozens of my own prescription anti-inflammatory medications. Followed by another clash with the goon squad, as I was being prepared to be taken to the hospital for the OD. At the hospital \u2013 St. Alphonsus Medical Center in Ontario, Oregon \u2013 no treatment was given, except a staged blood test while I was kept hidden away in an isolated back room. Within a couple of hours of arriving I was dischaarged back to the prison, where that same night (shortly after midnight, Sunday the 3rd), I was placed on a Close Observation Suicide (SCO) watch, inside a suicide monitoring cell where I found a razor blade. Obviously no coincidence.<\/p>\n \n The next day (Monday the 3rd), still out of my head, I broke the razor into three pieces and swallowed them. This was witnessed by a sergeant and captured on camera. The entire experience played before me like I was standing outside myself watching someone else.<\/p>\n \n I was again taken to the same hospital, where again no care was given. Although they went through the motions of taking x-rays (which they wouldn\u2019t let me see), the hospital staff, who were pretty blatant about not wanting me there (apparently a skin thing), claimed the films showed definitively that no razors were inside me. By then I was sobering up, and, losing my suicidal compulsion, I contested that they were wrong or outright lying, and should do further investigation. With a bit of attitude the doctor \u2013 named Bean \u2013 declined and told the guards to be off with me.\n <\/p>\n Knowing the fatal danger of a punctured intestine I protested to prison medical and security staff upon my return that I still had three razor pieces inside me. They blew me off, citing the hospital report to the contrary. So I declined to eat or drink, expecting that stimulating digestion would cause the razors to move along and slice through my contracting entrails. Meantime I repeatedly requested medical staff to order further x-rays. They refused, indifferent to my protests.<\/p>\n \n Several admitted my concerns were valid if<\/em> I actually did have razors inside me, but of course I didn\u2019t, they contended, because the hospital said so. I went six days without food or liquids, and dropped twenty pounds in just as long. I requested intravenous hydration from nursing staff and the doctor \u2013 named Garth Gulick \u2013 which was also denied. I was told that I was choosing myself not to eat and drink, so they would not intervene. <\/p>\n On the fourth day without food and water, I fell unconscious in the cell, and was taken by gurney to the prison\u2019s medical center. Gulick was called, and simply told them to put me back in the cell. That my severe dehydration was my own fault.<\/p>\n \n To validate refusing me medical hydration, a nurse named Folkman lyingly documented in my medical file that she witnessed me drinking water on my 5th day without food or liquids. When on the 6th day without food or liquids Gulick assured me he\u2019d watch me dehydrate to death, and he cited Folkman as a witness that I really wasn\u2019t going without liquids (although my tongue was white and \u201cfurry,\u201d my lips parched, and my skin scaly), I decided to risk drinking water.<\/p>\n \n Initially, I kept vomiting the water back up, while suffering extreme stabbing pains in my abdomen. Gradually, the water stayed down. Then later that night I defecated a puddle of blood laced with bile. A nurse Fritz was alerted to the situation and ordered x-rays, taking seriously my protests that I still had razors inside and obviously cutting me. The next day Gulick overruled her order for x-rays.<\/p>\n \n Meantime, everyday mental health staff attempted to meet with me to try and take me off SCO status. I refused to talk to them in order to remain on SCO status for as long as possible. This way I remained under documented close monitoring in case the razors otherwise caused serious complications. On SCO status I remained in a completely bare cold cell, naked except for a sleeveless nylon smock and nothing else but two nylon sheets. I was left to sleep and lie on a bare concrete slab.<\/p>\n \n Throughout the ordeal I endured constant severe abdominal and kidney pains, and was discharging blood in my urine daily.<\/p>\n \n Gulick made a game of it all. Being such a fanatic for denying prisoners needed care, every time I saw him he\u2019d play a debating game with me attempting to rationalize how he knew<\/em> I was faking about the razors and why he would give me no medical care for that, my pain, nor an of my other issues. He accused me of everything from malingering the abdominal and kidney pain (although urine tests repeatedly confirmed blood in my urine), and \u201ctricking\u201d guards into thinking I\u2019d swallowed the razors, to trying to \u201cextort\u201d x-rays just so I could look at myself on film (!?). He ultimately admitted a concern to save the state money by not giving prisoners needed care.\n <\/p>\n During the ordeal several prisoner witnesses sent letters out to my supporters and comrades, only one of which actually made it out \u2013 a letter from Cory Freiberg. Cory\u2019s letter succeeded in prompting outside protest and inquiries on my behalf. Apparently officials didn\u2019t expect word to get out \u2014 in fact they acted at every turn to prevent it.<\/p>\n \n Although I\u2019d had consent for release of information on my medical condition and treatments on file for several of the inquirers since February 2012, the prison\u2019s medical staff lied to them for almost a week, claiming they had no such consents on file so they couldn\u2019t discuss my medical situation with anyone who called. In fact the forms on record required them to alert the inquirers when I had to be sent out to the hospital or had any other serious medical problems, but they didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n \n Each prisoner witness who sent out letters was promptly moved out of the unit with me under some pretext. Meantime my mail was withheld and denied, then ultimately a large amount of it was \u201cconfiscated\u201d by an Assistant Superintendent Judy Gilmore, without explanation or justification.<\/p>\n \n Also, based on a completely fabricated disciplinary report from February 2, 2013, that was later dismissed, I was placed on a completely unrelated status where once off SCO status, I could not possess any mail nor any other property (except legal papers in pending court cases) but for four hours per day.\n <\/p>\n After repeated documented complaints of severe abdominal and kidney pain, another nurse ordered x-rays for me. Gulick promptly overruled her, too. Only with mounting outside pressure about my situation and a lawyer Benjamin Haile having arranged a call with me, did Gulick finally allow the x-rays, just to \u201cprove,\u201d he said, that I had no razors in me.<\/p>\n \n On February 21st the x-rays were filmed and the \u201cindependent\u201d radiologist\u2019s report came back confirming that pieces of metal were indeed in my intestinal tract, having passed through my system and settled in my transverse colon.<\/p>\n \n I didn\u2019t see Gulick again nor find out about the x-ray report until February 28th, at which time he changed his tune. He knew word had gotten out about my actual situation and I was scheduled to speak with Mr. Haile for the second time the next day. So Gulick\u2019s angle then became to try and interpret and \u201cprove\u201d the metal showing on the x-rays was something other than razors. He admitted consulting with other doctors to this end. Another set of x-rays was taken on that day also.<\/p>\n \n The next day, one of the more candid nurses assured me with the February 21st x-rays showing the razors having passed into my large intestine, they were unlikely to cause serious damage if I ate. I then accepted my first meal in 25 days. The next day I passed my first stool in 26 days, where one of the razor pieces was found and documented by the same nurse. Overall I\u2019d lost 29 pounds since February 4th.\n <\/p>\n I next saw Gulick on March 5th, where the February 28th x-ray results couldn\u2019t be found and he then claimed belief that the metal showing on the February 21st x-rays were staples, or something I\u2019d swallowed since my February 4th hospital visit. Yet another theory he abandoned when I pointed out that I was on a closely monitored SCO status since returning from the hospital.<\/p>\n He finally admitted an initial concern to protect the hospital from liability, and now himself. Once again it came down to placing monetary interests before human life and professional integrity.<\/p>\n \n On March 8th the nurse who confirmed the razor in my stool on March 2nd searched for, found and showed me the report for the February 28th x-rays, and it showed at least two pieces of metal in my lower large intestine, one of which she said matched exactly the measurements and dimensions of the razor piece I passed and she collected on March 2nd. She said Gulick had not yet seen the report, and I haven\u2019t seen Gulick again since.<\/p>\n This particular nurse went on to express relief that the razors had passed through my system without any apparent serious injury in light of Gulick\u2019s and others\u2019 persistence in doing nothing to help me. She compared the \u201cmiracle\u201d to one she said she\u2019d experienced when her young daughter swallowed an open safety pin and it passed through her without injury.\n <\/p>\n From all this I recognized that from the hospital to the prison staff, a series of events played out that showed at very least gross neglect, and at worst a consistent and shared intent to see me die (no surprise to me by the way). Now granted, I\u2019m not exactly loved by prison officials so they\u2019ve some strong motives to see me out of the way once and for all. But the outright indifference and intransigence of these medical \u201cprofessionals\u201d and the doctor\u2019s admitting to prioritize penny-pinching over needed care even in life-threatening cases, demands that everyone who cares about human life, and anyone with loved ones behind these walls raise a sustained hue and cry, and mobilize resistance and awareness concerning medical \u201cprofessionals\u201d relating to us with such overtly fascistic mentalities. Otherwise many loved ones will return to homes and others\u2019 lives with all manner of medical disorders (even communicable ones) and expenses they didn\u2019t leave with. As for others, we should remember that the evil people do is in knowing of abuse and turning a blind eye.<\/p>\n \nDare to Struggle, Dare to Win! Things I Don\u2019t Do Even before I began my political journey in 2001, I maintained certain principles; a variety of things I just don\u2019t do. And usually, if ever I deviated from those principles, even in error, I\u2019d end up in a tangle of trouble. February 2013 was an ordeal. …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4,1],"tags":[11],"class_list":["post-419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articles","category-news-and-updates","category-uncategorized","tag-oregon-prison-conditionsnews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=419"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":928,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions\/928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rashidmod.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Meet Mr. Highjinks<\/h3>\n
Mr. Highjinks Spikes the Spread<\/h3>\n
Outta My Head<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
To Eat or Not to Eat<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
The New<\/em> Hippocratic Oath: \u201cDo Nothing\u201d<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
The Uncover Up<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
A Cutting Edge Discovery<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
Ducking Liability<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
Conclusion<\/h3>\n<\/p>\n
\nAll Power to the People!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"