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After my now infamous break-in into the home of the Anti-Christ Ronald Wilson Reagan on July fourth of 1990 I was put into the Los Angeles Federal Detention Center. The Detention Center is a Federal Prison for inmates awaiting sentencing in Federal criminal cases. I was being charged with the crime of threatening the life of a former president of the United States. I was the first person ever charged with that crime. The law was enacted during Reagan's term of office.
Maybe they made it just for me.
I had been in jail a few times before but this was my first time in prison. Since the detention center contains people who have not yet been convicted of a crime, only charged with one, the accommodations were pretty nice. Each cell contained a bunk bed as well as a sink with a mirror and a separate porcelain toilet, not one of those single piece sink-toilet combinations that you so often find in the county jail. Also each cell was more like a dorm room having a solid wooden door instead of a metal bars or a metal door. the part of the room near the door and the toilet had bare floors but the part near the bed was carpeted.
The prison was arranged into modules that had double floors like you see in the movies only they had televisions and a pool table. Each module also had a deck that was part of the single 18 story building that made up the detention center. Prisoners could smoke out on the deck or lift weights on the universal machine that was out there. Every Tuesday one could buy cigarettes or candy and snacks at the roving commissary that came around to the floor. All-in-all it didn't seem to me like prison was such a big deal once I got settled in.
As soon as I did get settled in, I started to write my second book which, I was having typed up by another inmate named John. I would write the pages and he would type them up for a dollar a page. John's roommate was a member of the Aryan Nation. They are a white supremist group. He and I had a run-in that made me break out of the hole and eventually had me transferred out of MDCLA to the Federal prison hospital in Rochester, Minnesota. Here's what happened.
One day one of John's friend's came from another module to see John. He was an orderly with special privileges so he could move about the prison . John was in the law library so he asked me if I could leave him a message. I went up to John's room to see if I could leave the message with his roommate. I did but in the process I woke up him up. Later that John's roommate went off on me saying that if I ever woke him up again he would do something to me. I went off too. They had to lock down the unit and send everyone back to their rooms for about two hours. The guards checked both of us out and since we had not hit each other we were sent to our rooms also but nothing else was said.
The next day he said something to me that ticked me off and I called him out. I told him that I wasn't afraid of him or his Arian Nation brothers and promised to fuck him up. There was another lock down and this time both of us were sent to the hole.
The hole was nothing like the nice holding area that I had just left. There was no carpeting or nice doors or anything of the sort. The doors were solid metal and the floors were cold and bare. The beds were bunk beds but they were shabby and old with no mattresses. Also you weren't supposed to smoke. There was a way to get cigarettes into the cell which was to have one of the other guys shoot you over one, under the doors, from across the aisle. They got their stash through the vents from the women who were on the floor above. It was in my attempt to light one of these cigarettes that the trouble started.
When I had been in the general population one of my roommates taught me how to light a cigarette by using a pencil and a razor and touching it to the florescent lights in the room. I thought that the same trick would work in the hole. The difference was that the light in the hole was an incandescent light. I had run out of matches and tried the same technique I had used before only to have a bolt of electricity fly past me. It might have actually gone through me as I became deranged. I thought that they had put me in the hole in order to kill me. I planned to escape.
The only way I knew to get out of the cell was to kick the doors down. I pulled the bed over to the door and lay down on my back and began kicking. The noise bothered the other inmates terribly and they all began screaming at me to stop. They all said I was wasting my time trying to get out. I was in a higher state of consciousness and knew differently.
I realized that the door was simply made of molecules and once I got those molecules agitated they would begin to build up energy. That energy could be harnessed to break down the door. I started with four slow hard evenly spaced kicks. I also realized that a body in motion tends to stay in motion so after the four kicks I waited for a while and followed it up with (Continued on page 80)
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