January 27th, 2013
Well, you were almost right. The feds almost found a hole
and buried me, again. However, I managed to find an exit, and have ended up in
population here at the Metropolitan Correctional Center
When I arrived, I was immediately sent to the SHU—the same
SHU is which I have suffered so much abuse in the past. It is almost my luck
that the place has sunk to a new low—when I was last there, they had numerous
negro inmates dancing naked, smearing feces on their windows and masturbating
at passing white women, while other negroes banged out tribal rhythms and
chanted obscenities from behind their metal doors. It was a cross between an
African tribal village, the cape cage at the zoo, and a hip-hop concert, LOL.
Fortunately, with so many guys throwing shit, and the
recent escapees (recaught) locked down under 24-hour observation, there was no
time or desire to keep me tying up one of the few remaining beds. So I’ve been
placed on the honor dorm here, or mostly low security inmates and those who are
chilled out. Brian Maudry of [another group] is here too, as it happens, and
things are as best they can get in Chicago.
Legally, things are going so well I’ve been waiting for
them to go bad. The judge reportedly tore into the U.S. Attorney’s office at
the pre-hearing conference, and despite a government motion that I felt was
intended to delay things, the judge has set an accelerated schedule, and I
should be in court and done on Monday. The judge has ordered probation to
interview me, update my PSI, and then ordered all sides to have all issues
briefed by Thursday. I almost feel there is not enough time. As I write, I am
still waiting to see my counsel. But I think there is no question of additional
time at this point.
Of course, the government has achieved their main
objective: I won’t make a half-way house at this point. The transport back is a
minimum of three to four weeks. Assuming I go back to Loretto, I’ll be there
with like 25-30 days left. They can’t process me out that quick.
On other legal fronts, the court has accepted my §2255
motion in Virginia.
If it finds that my appellate counsel was ineffective when she failed to file
my en banc appeal, my convictions could be set aside or my appeals could be
re-started. In Florida,
the magistrate ordered most of my property returned, including my money—a few
hundred bucks in pesos, lempiras, etc. The government is holding my electronics
for the moment, just in case they can find some evidence to justify holding
them. LOL. This is really just harassment to make me spend a few hundred bucks
on a new laptop; I’m sure we’ll be back in court.
That’s the short summary of my recent life. The transport
over was terrible—the strut supporting the wing of the plane transporting me
broke, stranding me near Detroit for a week, and I missed two other flights,
LOL. The BOP is literally falling apart—even here, in “supermax,” I found two
doors so rusted out they could have been broken with a hard shove. (I don’t
need the escape charge, though.) And to make my transport difficult, I was held
in facilities with no phone or e-mail, where I could send three letters a week,
and I’ve had all my mail and e-mail placed on a one-week delay, so it can be
screened. That’s not to mention the fact that I’ve been bizarrely labeled a
“sovereign citizen” guaranteeing I would be SHU’d in transit as well.
On the upside, Tradition
of the Mother is out, and with matching funds, we’ve raised about $3,600 of
the $30,000 necessary to pay for my Supreme Court appeal. $25.00 from each sale
is going toward paying my legal fees. The book will also be going for sale at
the normal price through Amazon.com and AFP/TBR soon. Giving it is only
available right now from Poisoned Pen Press, I’ve been happy with the sales. Centuries of Revolution I’m told is also
pushing the 1000-sold mark, so I’ve been very pleased with that,
I hope you are well. As it now stands, I’m thinking of
touring the Northwest and northern U.S. after my release, while I’m
waiting on a passport. With all my cases closed, there is little pressure on me
to rush my way out of this failing state. Assuming I get things together, I
hope we can get together.
Be well, Harold, and I’ll hopefully see you soon.
P. S.: As I wrote, I was just
told my hearing date has been moved to February 20th. I expect,
then, I may well be stuck in Chicago
to the end. If you have a spare copy of the first book in your Northwest
series—I don’t know if The Brigade, A Mighty Fortress, or Hill of the Ravens comes first—I would
love to read it. My address here is:
William A. White #13888-084
71 West Van Buren Street
Chicago, IL. 60605