Letters From Bill
I have received four letters from Bill White in one single day, all postmarked July 7th. They are dated June 10th, June 17th, July 3rd, and July 6th. Clearly they were simply hidden away in some FBI agent's in-basket until he or she deigned to go ahead and get them photocopied before being nice enough to drop them in the mail to their addressee, one month late. This is illegal, of course, but the FBI is above the law.
I have not yet sat down and seriously studied these letters yet, but from his cryptic comments in the last two it seems clear that the abuse and the torture is continuing. Bill mentions that the bright lights are back and that the jail's promise to move him out of the torture cell after his hunger strike has been completely ignored.
His lawyers have more or less stopped coming by, or at least that's the implication in his last letter. I can't tell; he seems to be writing in some kind of code, trying to let me know things in ways that will pass the censors. I have no idea how many of his letters to me have simply been thrown in the wastebasket by the FBI or some thug at the jail.
The 24-hours lights are giving him blinding headaches, disorienting him, and nauseating him, making it impossible to keep food down so it's almost like he's back on hunger strike, although on 700 calories a day "disciplinary diet", what's the difference? He seems somewhat proud of the fact that he is now down below 200 pounds for the first time almost in his adult life. The smell of the sewage drain and mold in his cell keeps him awake when the lights don't.
He still has not been allowed to shave or have clean water to wash in--there is no hot water in the tap in his cell and the cold water seems to be some kind of brine or sewage--and so he now has almost two months' growth of beard which he describes as "mangy", possibly due to his general state of malnutrition. The combination of heat and not being allowed to shower is apparently making the bodily smell in his cell even more sickening than the sewage.
The object there is so that when he finally is allowed into a courtroom for a trial of some kind, he will appear to the jury to be dirty, disheveled, smelly, with a wild look in his eyes as if he had been caged like an animal for four months or something, and probably ranting incoherently about people persecuting him. An obvious nut job, guilty as hell. Take him away. Next case.
Bill doesn't mention what he is drinking; another source tells me the inmates there get one or two little 8-ounce bottles of water per day and can buy more from the commissary, but Bill has no commissary privileges due to his "disciplinary" status (i.e. he is being "disciplined" for sueing the jail for torturing him, to which they have responded with more torture. Amurrica the Beautiful.)
This one passage is hard to interpret--I swear I think he's trying to tell me something, possibly that he is also being tortured with sleep deprivation by being placed on "suicide watch" and awakened every 15 minutes by a guard banging on his bars bellowing "Prisoner White! Wake up! Let me know you're not dead!" Then they won't let you lie down on your bunk during the day. (That was the Stalinist version, anyway.)
He is apparently receiving no incoming mail at all. He does state that he was notified that six letters of mine and a package of paperback books from me (which the Seminole County jail's openly stated policy allows) were returned on the grounds that "Northwest Publishing Agency is not the publisher," which since they were my own novels, it most certainly is. But then facts are irrelevant to Amurrica.
Try sending registered letters to him at the jail and see what response you get. One comrade I know did this both for Bill White and Edgar Steele. He never got his signed receipt and when he put tracers on the letters, they disappeared as well, although he may yet get a response of some kind from the post office on the one he sent to Bill White since it was only last month.
His later letters after the hunger strike are oddly stilted. I am frankly looking for signs that he might be getting drugged by his captors, and so far I don't see any. He's coherent but his letters are kind of odd--notable for what they do not say. I know this sounds paranoid on my part, but I honestly think he's trying to tell me something he doesn't dare commit to paper in words. Maybe that makes me a "follower".
Anyway, I have a strenuous weekend coming up. Will try to sort these out and publish what's publishable.