[Transcribed from Kurt’s “Mail From Jail” letter, which can be found here. Be sure to visit Mail-to-Jail to write letters to Kurt in jail.]
Saturday, October 31, 2009 A.D., Day 30 – 151 Days to go
Last night’s “battle” with the physicians assistant was interesting, to say the very least. I’m still shaking my head in astonishment. First off, the appointment I was supposed to have with the opthamologist was supposed to occur on Monday or Tuesday of last. It finally happened on Thursday, when the guards announced “there is someone who wants to talk with you” then proceeded to play games with me as to if they would tell me where I was actually going or not. Okay I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt on those items. David Seigal, the physician’s assistant, was downright rude and the double speak was amazing. “Well we live in a very litigious society” was his defense, to his previously offensive comments and lack of desire to rectify the issues of why I can’t walk without excruciating pain. It’s an amazingly sick soul someone has when they tell you that you are “refusing” an MRI after I finally got to the point where I can’t take the abuse and harm they intend. How can it possibly be anything else? I was very direct when I asked “why are you ignoring my condition?”… he replied “what do you want me to do?” as if I’m qualified to know. The conversation continued and I told him to imagine I’m a human being without this orange jump suit on for an instant, that I’m not some horrible person who has harmed anyone to which he went totally off on some tangent about how he didn’t want to have a political debate… who mentioned politics? What??? Hello??? You are “the DOCTOR!” I am a person, a human, suffering in pain. If I ever questioned the Hypocratic oath, it was last night. He’s a statist thug, embezzling and living like many in his legion. I have met the enemy and he’s the state, as a matter of fact, he’s the Doctor for “the state.” Yippe, I got some more Motrin to tear up my guts and how on earth am I going to discover what is wrong with me? Now, he’s scheduling yet another eye appointment. In the meantime I get the nurse with a bedside manner of a grizzly to hand me Motrin. I think they all need to see psychotherapists. I won’t describe here just how nasty and degrading he became when I told him that I’d signed release papers for my wonderful chiropractor, and I also mentioned that my wife will be bringing me papers for me to authorize my friend, a Harvard Doctor, who has volunteered to examine my records as well. That is when I should have known but naive as I am, I did simply expect him not to feel so threatened by my mentioning I was getting a second opinion. hen the door shuts behind you in here, as well as if you show up for court here and even dare question the false authority the illegitimacy of the state’s power becomes crystal clear. When I departed from our “conversation” I only said “God Bless You” because I sure wasn’t capable of it at that time. Today I received a card from Tarrin from the LCL Report. I must let you all know that though I tried, I could not see any of you who were also kidnapped, while they caged 13 of you in here. Thanks for the update Tarrin. Knowing that the message is growing is more strength than you know. Info getting in here is an awful task. To see Yadra and Evan in shackles and chains by the dirty hands of the real enemy was amazing on many emotional levels. Some sadness, some joy.
As I get to know some of the men I’m in here with, the more my heart aches. The stories and truths cut to my emotions like a sharp sword. I feel badly about telling you about these people’s situations, but I feel conflict because the stories need to be told. I’m a mere blip on the radar, some of these guys, if the world knew, if they only knew that this is not the place where they cage people who hurt others. Not one of these people, in this room, a gymnasium with about 20 or so others in currently has hurt anyone. I can tell you that I am tenaciously talking with every one of them, to discover the truths for myself. The people I have met in here, are, for the most part, poor. When did that become a crime? Doug, a homeless man in here for 3 days because he was dancing at Railroad Square after being “a little high from my bottle of MD 20/20 to the music which they were playing loudly that night at the Tavern.” Doug is a sweet old man. He has the kind of spirit that is broken, but not in a sense of self-pity like one may assume. He is polite, weathered, and lives in the woods. Crimes? Why on earth is he here? To be quite frank, in a way I’m glad he’s here to get food and a shower for a few days but I’m unaware of how he lives except for the sole candle that warms him in the cold winter. I still feel mixed about the whole thing but I’m still not going to become a minarchist over it.
Peace, Love, Blessings,
Kurt
