Correspondence - Junk Mail Riot

Greetings & Good Hello! What a banner day – or two! Iowa advanced to the championship in women’s college basketball and I got some more street cred here in the block when Sgt G came in here yelling and screaming at me – about how she was sick and tired of me, and this, that, and the third – and lord have mercy she was angry – all because I had “yet more legal mail” that was not from my attorney. I was just shitting on her birthday cake by ignoring the rules and having some guy with my same name send me court transcripts when that is supposed to be sent by my attorney if I had any sense or decency. She reminded me, in no uncertain terms, that I couldn’t be that smart if I done got and got myself locked up so, gosh golly dang it, I oughta just wise up and start playing by the rules! When I asked if she could just deliver the court transcripts like “regular mail” she actually screamed at me that she was sick of me and ran off down the stairs to a chorus of inmates calling out “we sick of you too!”. The woman is in her 60’s. I really thought she could deliver it as regular mail just fine – except, well, they are trying to have a mail problem.

About a half hour later she called me down to the sally port and just gave me the mail. She was exhausted from fighting and decided to just hand me the court transcripts. I thanked her and returned to my cell. Almost 10 months and two attorneys worth of obstacles and I finally had the court transcript I required to itemize the issues that need correction in the court record.

Speaking of which, I also learned that my motion was accepted! This motion argues for some more time before my arraignment. This is great because I do not know if I still have a lawyer. I had to send this letter today to ask – since I simply haven’t heard from him for two weeks. Assuming that I am operating in a semi/pseudo pro-se fashion right now, I went ahead and pushed forward on the investigation into what the hell happened to my passport. As near as I can tell some time around the time I attempted to surrender to the consulate in December 2022, the state department revoked my passport. This did not stop me from getting a visa to Kenya or traveling to Zambia via Ethiopia – but it was, apparently, flagged when I left Thailand en-route to Zambia. I had no idea it was revoked. I guess they felt stupid about not arresting me when I showed up at the consulate and asked “do you need to arrest me?”.

Anyhow – I hope, after almost a year of effort without my involvement, now that I am driving the bus I will finally get some answers. To think, all of this could have been easily taken care of with a few emails in July 2023 when I first asked Christian Dysart to do exactly that. Unfortunately, Dysart is the kind of lawyer that takes the “clients are meat” position rather fiercely – he just ignored me and lied about the passport until it became a serious problem for everyone. What a disreputable turd. But, good news is that at least we know more now than we did before, and I think I have contacted the people with the answers. For yet more fun, this will generate mail to the Columbus County Detention Center.

In order to soften the path I have sent a “coalition letter” to the Asst. Director of Prisoner Operations at the United States Marshals Service Headquarters, to Representative David Rouzer, and the North Carolina State’s Attorney all in hopes of building the support Sheriff Rogers needs to empower Sgt. C to feel able to deliver case-related mail, even if she really, really doesn’t want to. Innocence until proven guilty just feels so wrong sometimes!

In fact, to get Sheriff Rogers thinking along the right lines I wrote him a letter and sent it via outside post. This letter asks him to suggest ways I might be able to read the EU’s AI Act and GDPR in preparation for my defense. I offer my own suggestions as well, but I wanted to leave the door open for his creativity in this space.

If I am not mistaken, this week he should be receiving my challenges for three civil rights lawsuits under Title 42 Section 1983 – these also regard access to books and mail. I requested “Deep Learning”, edit by Ian Goodfellow et. al. as my book of spiritual companionship in lieu of a “Bible” and in keeping with my first amendment rights of religious exercise. Since I must listen to the occasional preacher in here I feel I am entitled to contemplate the likely paths to transhuman singularity – which, in my opinion, is far more likely than the sky elf. In a 2nd lawsuit I request three books for assistance with my defense: (1) a dictionary, (2) Civil Wars – How they start and how to stop them, by Barbara F. Walters, (3) The Death of Common Sense, by Philip Howard. All four books (from both lawsuits) are brand new paperbacks, with proof of order, delivered directly from Amazon to the facility, and stored in my property bin. The two lawsuits move them to my cell. The third and final lawsuits reminds the sheriff of his notary and postal obligations.

To be clear, the notifications sent to Sheriff Rogers [link F, link G, link H] are notifications of actions he must take in order to avoid a lawsuit. A trick with Title 42 Section 1983 lawsuits is that they must be targeted towards individuals, not institutions – and those individuals, such as sheriffs or jail administrators, often have broad immunities. They can, and do, get away with murder. In fact, over three federal inmates die every day, on average, at FMC Butner, just up the street from here and a chief reason this continues is the absolute barriers to transparency and investigation put up by the detention apparatus. Piercing the armor of the detention overlords is time consuming work – and that costs the taxpayers serious money. Thousands of dollars are being wasted by Sheriff Rogers and Sgt. C just to prevent me from having access to books and mail so I can sit quietly and work on my defense. This waste is why I believe my actions have merit. It is important, for the better functioning of our society, to expose this kind of waste and silly abuse so that we can stop it and use that money, time, and energy more appropriately – for the betterment of our communities and not just to help insecure country law enforcement feel tough because they can stop a pre-trial inmate from getting paperwork useful for his defense – or, at worst case, allowing that inmate to make productive use of their detention time.

The biggest bummer of the weekend was the failure to get shaving razors. This is a very challenging issue for the facility staff. Passing out and collecting razors just blows their little officer brains up something fierce. Other bits of melancholia – I finished Louise Perry’s “A rule against murder”, which was lovely, and am half way through Ashley Antionette’s Ethic IV. I know of two more books on the block after that. Sgt. C has refused to let us exchange books at the book cart for a month now. The level of psychological violence perpetrated by the admin staff is truly astonishing – yet they are amazed that they are looked at with such disdain. If I have learned one thing in detention, it is that evil, true evil, wears the blue and grey of law enforcement. Defund the police!