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Thursday, June 21, 2007

George Skatzes and the Lucasville Rebellion

An article by Staughton Lynd

On: http://georgeskatzes.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=geo&action=display&thread=67 (uploaded 2007)
(date of writing unknown)

From April 11 to 21, 1993, what appears to have been the longest prison rebellion in United States history took place at the maximum security prison in Lucasville, in southern Ohio.(note 1) More than four hundred prisoners were involved. Nine prisoners and a guard were killed. After a negotiated surrender, five prisoners in the rebellion were sentenced to death.

The five prisoners from the rebellion on death row—the "Lucasville Five"—are a microcosm of the rebellion's united front. Three are black, two are white. Two of the blacks are Sunni Muslims. Both of the whites were, at the time of the rebellion, members of the Aryan Brotherhood.

My wife and I know the Lucasville Five and are assisting with the appeal of one of the white men, who has since repented his affiliation with the Aryan Brotherhood. What we have learned should give pause to anyone inclined to dismiss all members of a group like the Aryan Brotherhood as incurably racist. Let me give you a synopsis of the childhood of George Skatzes (pronounced "skates"), his experiences during the 1993 rebellion, and the way that his actions ran out ahead of his organizational affiliation and political vocabulary.

In Marion, Ohio, where George grew up, whites lived on one side of the tracks and blacks on the other. George and his sister, Jackie, were the children of their mother's third marriage. Their parents were divorced when George was an infant and he grew up in his mother's home, where a succession of her boyfriends passed through. The house was in perpetual disorder; George and Jackie were embarrassed by the clothes they wore to school and never invited school friends to their house. George was often beaten by his mother or one of his two older stepbrothers. When he became a young adult, he often tried to help his mother, once working overtime for five weeks and saving all his pay to buy her a freezer and refrigerator. But the gift was unappreciated.

George became aware that the neighbors considered his family to be "white trash." He felt more welcome on the black side of town than by the people next door. One of his best friends was the child of an interracial couple. "I might as well have been biracial myself," he recalls.

How could a person with these views have joined the Aryan Brotherhood at Lucasville? According to George, it was not because of an attitude of racial superiority. "You won't find anyone at Lucasville I judged because of the color of his skin," he insists, and the testimony of many black prisoners, both at trial and in private conversation with my wife and myself, supports this. "One race should not have to die for another to live," George Skatzes says. "We are all people."

Difficult as it may be for someone outside the walls to understand, George Skatzes states that he joined the Aryan Brotherhood because he perceived whites at Lucasville as a minority who needed to band together for self-protection. A majority of prisoners were black. The deputy warden, the warden, and the head of the statewide Department of Rehabilitation and Correction were black as well. On the one hand, all prisoners at Lucasville were oppressed. Conditions in the cell block used for administrative segregation were such that a petition was sent to Amnesty International and several prisoners cut off their pinky fingers and mailed them to the federal government. On the other hand, in Skatzes' experience, white prisoners like himself were punished for conduct that was condoned when committed by blacks.

Still insistent that these were the facts, Skatzes now says that joining the Aryan Brotherhood was "the biggest mistake of my life." In the course of responding to the day-by-day events of the rebellion, he found himself speaking not for white prisoners or for those white prisoners who belonged to the Aryan Brotherhood, but for the entire inmate body.

The disturbance at Lucasville was triggered by an attempt to force prisoners to submit to tuberculosis testing, by means of a substance containing alcohol injected under the skin. A number of Muslims said that receiving the injection was contrary to their religious beliefs, and suggested alternative means of testing. The warden responded that he was running the prison. He made plans to lock down the prison on the day after Easter and, if necessary, to force all prisoners to be injected. These plans became common knowledge. Accordingly, on the afternoon of Easter Sunday, prisoners returning from recreation on the yard overpowered a number of guards and took them hostage, occupying the L block of the prison.

During the next several hours, black prisoners killed five white prisoners believed to be snitches. A race war, like the one during the Santa Fe prison riot a few years earlier, seemed imminent.

At this point, two Muslims approached George Skatzes. George had not taken part in planning the rebellion. He celled in L block and had stayed there when the riot began, in order to protect his property and to look after his friends. The black men who spoke to Skatzes were aware that, as a physically imposing older convict (in his late forties), "Big George" had often been asked to mediate disputes among prisoners. Siddique Abdullah Hasan and Cecil Allen told Skatzes that whites and blacks had gathered on different sides of the gymnasium and the atmosphere was very tense. They asked "Big George" to help them ensure that the protest would be directed against the prison administration, their common oppressor.

Skatzes agreed. He went to the gym and spoke to both the blacks and whites. He put his arm around the shoulders of a black man and said, "If they come in here, they're going to kill us no matter what color we are." He appealed to members of each group to mix with members of the other group.

The next day, April 12, George Skatzes (with a megaphone) and Cecil Allen (carrying a huge white flag of truce) went out on the yard to try to start negotiations. On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, April 13 through 15, Skatzes was the principal telephone negotiator for the prisoners. He took part in meetings of a leadership council representing the three main organized groups in L block: the Muslims, members of the Aryan Brotherhood (ABs), and the Black Gangster Disciples. On the afternoon and evening of Thursday, April 15, he negotiated the release of a hostage guard who was experiencing extreme emotional trauma, accompanied Officer Clark into the yard, and released him to the authorities. He made a radio address in which he said: "We are a unit here. They try to make this a racial issue [but] it is not a racial issue. Black and white alike have joined hands at [Lucasville] and have become one strong unit."

You see the point. The things that Skatzes did, in calming racial antagonisms, in working cooperatively with blacks, in characterizing the rebellion publicly as the work of "one strong unit," both black and white, hardly expressed the worldview of the Aryan Brotherhood. In part, Skatzes' actions expressed his personal decency; they also responded to a practical situation that called for racial cooperation. Experience ran ahead of ideology. Actions spoke louder than organizational labels.

George Skatzes and the black prisoners among the Lucasville Five stand in solidarity publicly and struggle privately to understand each other. During a fast that they undertook together, their list of demands, drafted by one of the blacks in the group, began with a concern for proper medical treatment for Skatzes. At the super-maximum-security prison in Youngstown where the Five are now housed, a number of prisoners began another fast. After about a week, only Skatzes and Siddique Abdullah Hasan were still going without food. The prison approached each one with assurances that their complaints would be addressed. Each refused to break his fast until told directly by the other that he was ready to eat again. Hasan wrote to me: "I chose to stay on the fast to let them know that I was down with George's struggle, too, and I would not sit quiet and allow the system to mess over him . . . [T]hey got the message and know that we are one."

From Prison Resistance to Class Struggle
How, if at all, can this experience of prisoners overcoming racism be extrapolated? What is the relationship of prison resistance to the wider movement for social change?

A good deal of the recent writing about racism calls on white workers to give up "white-skin privilege" voluntarily in order to become legitimate participants in the class struggle. Such a voluntaristic approach to racism is unsatisfactory for exactly the same reason that Marx and Engels found Utopian Socialism to be inadequate. Workers do not become socialists because agitators have gone house to house preaching the virtues of common ownership. Workers become socialists in action, through experience. Thus, Eugene Debs first recognized the need for the broadest possible unity of the working class in economic struggle and founded the American Railway Union to take the place of the separate unions of the railway crafts. Then, after the Pullman strike, Debs came to understand that in a capitalist society, government will always intervene in the economic class struggle on behalf of the capitalist class, and helped to organize the Socialist Party.

Racism, too, will be transformed through experience and struggle. We should anticipate that the objective contradictions of capitalism will again and again call on workers somehow to set aside their antagonisms toward one another, so that they can effectively act together against the common oppressor. As workers'actions change in response to the need for a solidarity in which the survival of each depends on the survival of all, attitudes will change also.

There are at least two obvious differences between resistance in prisons and forms of struggle outside the walls. First, a prison is a total environment. Black and white workers in the larger society typically leave behind the integrated workplace setting when they punch out, returning to segregated living situations in the community. Inside a prison, blacks and whites must survive in one another's company twenty-four hours a day.

Second, anything good inside a prison must ordinarily be brought about by the prisoners themselves, from below, through self-organization. In this respect, prisons differ from the military. Like prisons, the military is a total institution, but in the military, desirable social change can come from above, and did come from above, when the Armed Forces were integrated after the Second World War.

I know another George—George Sullivan, a truck driver from Gary, Indiana—whose experience illustrates the effectiveness of the equal status contract imposed from above in the Armed Forces. George Sullivan grew up in southern Illinois, the same racist setting recalled by David Roediger in the opening pages of The Wages of Whiteness.2

George Sullivan describes the racism he absorbed as a child:

There never was any question in my mind that black persons weren't any good. I knew that, but it didn't necessarily mean they were bad people because everyone knew that a black person's a coward and he won't cause you any trouble. There weren't any around where I lived.

One did come to the house one time, scared me to death. I saw him at the door, there he was, and I didn't know what to do. Any time we would be doing something wrong, one of the comments my mother would make was, "I'll have some big black person come and get you if you don't stop that." So I went to the door and there was this big black person. I just knew that he had come after me. But that's the only association I had. I wasn't taught to hate them. It was like the feeling about animals. Their place is not in the house or it's not where you are. Animals live in the woods. black persons live somewhere else.3

George Sullivan's relationship with blacks changed when he went into the military. The new policy of integration had just gone into effect. George reported to a barracks where he found that he was the only white. After informing the sergeant that there had been a mistake, he was told, "No, we've been having some problems about not integrating enough. As new white guys come on the base they're going to be put in there. You just happen to be the first." Then this happened:

I was a meat-cutter and I got a bit careless. I cut three or four of my fingers. I had them all bandaged up. I had just been promoted to sergeant but I still had my corporal stripes. I was sitting out in front of the barracks and the sergeant came by and he said, "Sullivan, get your stripes on." "I can't sew with one hand," I said, "and I don't have any money to take them over to the PX." He said, "You'll have stripes on your uniform by tomorrow or we'll take the stripes away from you."

I was sitting there by myself just wondering what to do. One of the guys in the barracks who'd heard it, he came out and said, "Have you already got your stripes?" I said, "Yeah, I bought them already." He said, "Well, if you'll go get them I'll sew them on for you." So that was the first thing that really broke the ice. He sat and sewed those stripes on my uniform while we got to know each other.4

Neither George Skatzes nor George Sullivan were, or are, ideological radicals. But they are white workers who have substantially overcome the racism that surrounded them. Both learned through their experience to deal with people as individuals rather than to judge them by the color of their skin.

We need a synthesis of the pressure for social change illustrated by the military policy of integration, with working-class self-emancipation. Prison resistance begins to suggest such a synthesis. There, the common need to survive creates the pressure to cooperate. But prison administrators will not organize that cooperation from above. In fact, prison administrators do all that they can to forbid and break up self-organization by prisoners. Therefore, black and white prisoners must depend on themselves to build solidarity with each other.

In the 1960s and early 1970s, the self-organized protest movement of blacks created a model for students, women, workers, and eventually, soldiers. In the same way, the self-organized resistance of black and white prisoners can become a model for the rest of us in overcoming racism. Life will continue to ask of working people that they find their way to solidarity. Surely, there are sufficient instances of deep attitudinal change on the part of white workers to persuade us that a multi-ethnic class consciousness is not only necessary, but also possible.

NOTES


The single most remarkable thing about the Lucasville rebellion is that white and black prisoners formed a common front against the authorities. When the State Highway Patrol came into the occupied cell block after the surrender, they found slogans written on the walls of the corridor and in the gymnasium that read: "Convict unity," "Convict race," "Black and whites together," "Blacks and whites, whites and blacks, unity," "Whites and blacks together," "Black and white unity."

1. I have written about the Lucasville rebellion in "Black and White and Dead All Over: The Lucasville Insurrection," Race Traitor, no. 8 (Winter 1998); "Lessons from Lucasville," The Catholic Worker, vol. LXV, no. 7 (December 1998) (republ. 2010); "The Lucasville Trials," Prison Legal News, vol. 10, no. 6 (June 1999). I have also written a docudrama entitled "Big George," a play about the rebellion in two acts and twelve scenes, in which the dialogue is drawn entirely from words actually spoken. Those who would like a copy can send a check for $7.50, made out to me, to 1694 Timbers Court, Niles, OH 44446.

2. David R. Roediger, The Wages of Whiteness: Race and the Making of the American Working Class (London: Verso, 1991), pp. 3-5.

3. George Sullivan, "Working for Survival," in Rank and File: Personal Histories by Working-Class Organizers (New York: Monthly Review Press, 1998), p. 202.

4. Ibid, pp. 202-203.

Monday, December 6, 1999

The First State Lottery: Coming Face To Face With Death (1999)

December 6, 1999

George W. Skatzes 173-501
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To All My Supporters:

Coming Face To Face With Death

This writing will be somewhat brief. This is surely only a fraction of the raw emotions I keep locked up in my heart. For so many years I have been nothing less than paralyzed in mind, body and spirit. This is a life of living hell! I have let so many people down and with the passing of each day it gets harder and harder for me to live with myself.

Something happened to me this past Saturday night, December 4, 1999. There is no question in my mind that I came face to face with death! So now is the time for me to get up and Fight this Injustice or just lie down to Die.

Also, after watching the movie Tuesdays With Morrie last night, this gave me a lot to really think about.

A lot of people probably don't understand me, the way I never write/answer letters, etc. Let's hope this writing will help clear the air.

At this point I can only try my best I have made such a mess of things, that any effort on my part would be an improvement.

Let me start this writing by going back to 1989 or 1990. I'm not sure of the year. That was so long ago.

In 1989 or 1990 I had to come to grips with the raw fact that I would probably die in prison. Of course this was very hard for me to deal with.

As most of you know, before the riot I was serving a life sentence, 15 years to life for aggravated murder.

Needless for me to say, but I did Not have a Fair Trial. I was convicted and sentenced to life with No Evidence, Only the Snitch Testimony of an Inmate doing 37 to 130 Years and Looking for a Way Out of Prison.

I won't go deep into that case of Injustice. Let's just say there would be a better time for doing so.

The point I want to make is this. I took my original case through every Court in the land which was available to me, seeking to Right this Wrong! Need I say it? They turned my case Down or Upheld the Lower Court's decision in Every Court. I had No other Hope. So in 1989 or 1990 I Gave Up! I lost my very Will to Live. It is near impossible to Bounce Back after Giving Up like that.

I can remember so many nights in Lucasville, I prayed and prayed for the Lord to take my Life. Being honest, I just hated life period. I could see no reason to go on. The very thought of Living the Rest of My Life in Prison just did not appeal to me. Not at all! I had No Hope of Ever getting Out and no real reason to go on in life. A good friend of mine in Lucasville called me a Walking Dead Man. He hit the nail on the head.

At this time I would like to make a note here... please don't feel that I only think of myself in all this. As if I am the only one to be hurt by what took place in my life. This Injustice has all but Destroyed a lot of good people, My Loved Ones. I see this and it is so hard to live with. That is yet another story and I will just leave it for the proper time also.

As the time passes, day by miserable day, I am only trying to make it. I can't figure out why all this was happening in my life. Really the only thing I could come up with was the Lord had a reason for letting me live and some day I would find out what it was. Life was surely a Struggle.

Let's just step this up to April 11, 1993, the day of the Riot. A day I will Never Forget! When the Riot started I was in my Cell working on my Case.

True, I stated that I had No Hope and all, but still I was willing to Try Anything, even a Long Shot to Expose This Injustice!

At that time I had just heard of a case in another State where a man had gotten a New Trial because a member of his Jury had a change of heart. Of course that would be at best for me a very long shot, but I got busy and started writing letters to every member of my Jury. I wanted to have the letters in the mail Monday morning, April 12, 1993, but that didn't work out.

Well, the place Blew Up and the Madness begins. Little did I Know that day as to what the future really held for me.

I was in No Way Involved in the Planning of that Riot. I was in No Way Involved in the Take Over!

At one point in time I was asked to Help get the Situation Under Control. Surely that really was the Biggest Mistake of my Life! I Didn't want to see people Hurt, Murdered or any of that. It was pure Madness and if I Could Help, I would. That was my frame of mind at the time.

I got Involved and I became a Spokesman for the convict body. I really wanted to Help People in that Situation. I thought this was the best thing that I could Do. Wrong! So Very Wrong! My way of Thinking, Cost Me My Life!

There is No Need to write about the Riot at this time. Let's go on here to the night of the Surrender. They transferred 129 of us to Mansfield.

After we were in Mansfield about one month, they transferred three more Alleged Riot Leaders out of Mansfield. Of course I was one of them to be transferred out at that time.

Two of us had the honor of being placed in the North Hole at Chillicothe. No doubt I was one of the lucky two! The Hell and Outright Psychological Torture Started from Day One!

The third Alleged Riot Leader that was transferred out of Mansfield with us went to another prison. The conditions he had to endure is book worthy.

At this point all I will add to my writing about my stay at Chillicothe is, it was Pure Hell! I spent almost 2-1/2 Years in Chillicothe. That was my Very Own Personal Psychological Torture Chamber.

There is one more point I do have to raise about my time in Chillicothe. This is a very important point. I will make it brief. I do have another separate writing on this subject. It is a Nightmare!

The bottom line is They Worked Together to try to Break Me, get me to Snitch on Other People in the Riot. When I say They, I mean the Ohio State Highway Patrol and The Powers That Be in the Department of Corrections. They Made My Life a Living Hell! Not much has Changed to this Day!

On October 5, 1995 they transferred me to the County Jail in Dayton. My trial was about to start. I was by no means ready to stand trial.

All the Time I spent in Chillicothe waiting to go to trial, I could Not Get the Discovery! I could Not Prepare myself for trial. I knew so very well that I was facing Death Row, but I had No Idea what All I had Against Me!

To keep it brief, I'll just say the Trial Was A Sham, a Nightmare of the Worst Kind. I really Didn't Have A Trial! I also have a separate writing on this issue. If anybody would want a copy I am sure we can work something out.

Moving along in time. ..January 30, 1996 I was Sentenced to Death! Immediately upon sentencing they rushed me off to Mansfield and Death Row.

None of this really came as a shock to me. I knew it was corning. The way my Lawyer Handled the Trial, there could have Only Been ONE VERDICT! I was Doomed from Day One! No Hope!

Upon my arrival at Mansfield' s Death Row, I was informed I would be placed in Administrative Control, Level 3. This is the Wont that One Can Get! A/C, Level 3, is by far the Most Restrictive Conditions in this entire System.

Since we were sentenced to Death, that is our Punishment. To be placed in A/C for Further Punishment is nothing less than Multiple Punishment for the Same Offense, which is Barred by the Double Jeopardy Clause in the U.S. Constitution. Still. here we are!

At any rate I am on Death Row waiting to work my way through the Court System

Again. Needless to say, but I have Little Hope! I am drinking a lot of water and walking slow.

My Trial Lawyers recommended a Lawyer to handle my Appeal. I knew nothing about her. I had nothing to lose, so what difference did it make?

Upon meeting my new Lawyer I was very impressed with her. Over time, that feeling pretty well wore off. I will have to take the blame for that myself. I didn't write to her very often and when I did write, my letters must not have been up to par. Guess maybe that is an I will say about this subject. I am pretty well confused when it comes to this Lawyer. I just don't know Where We Stand. I wish we could understand each other much better. I don't know if that will ever happen!

One thing I can say about this is that this Nightmare has brought my Sister and Brother and I Closer Together than we have ever been. Of course I love that !

Also, my Brother's Wife, who I consider my Sister and my Sister's Husband, who I consider my Brother, have become very close from an of this.

I also have other supporters which I really appreciate. but there is No Way they can Tell It! I Never Write to them. I really hate myself for this.

Over the time other Lawyers have joined my team. They have been to visit me. but I am so sorry I can't even write to them! We don't have a lot of contact and they probably just wrote me off as some sort of useless! Guess I don't have much Faith or Trust in this Injustice System! I am only trying to make it day by day.

Thanks to my Beautiful Sister, in November 1996 I was Blessed with the Two Best Lawyers there Ever Could Be!

They are Staughton and Alice Lynd. I have Never in my Life Known Anybody like These People! They are the Most Caring, Compassionate People in the World! I just can't say enough Good about these people! They keep me Going. They are here to see me like clockwork Every Month! I am so Very Blessed to Have Them! They have been here Every Month for the last Three y years. I would be So Lost Without These People!

I probably could write a book on Staughton and Alice Lynd. It just seems that anything I say about them is inadequate. They have done So Much to Help Me, to Help All of us here at the Super Max. I really hold a Deep Love in My Heart for Staughton and Alice Lynd.

Even as Good as they are to me, I let them down by Not Writing. There is no excuse for this. I really want to Thank Them for Being There! Also, I really want to Apologize to them for being as I am.

That same Thanks goes out to my Sisters and Brothers and All My Supporters! The same Apology goes to them! I really apologize to Everybody for Not Writing and all. This may sound crazy but I wish I could change, get up, come to life and Fight this Injustice! One would really have to Live This to even come close to understanding What this Life is Like!

It seems that I'm getting off track here. I am really pretty good at that.

So the way it is. I am on Death Row and just walking slow taking each day as it comes. I have No Idea where All Of This Will Lead.

To make matters worse in my walk, in November or December 1996 I was hit with a Medical Problem. I had no idea what this condition could be. I have never heard of anything like this. There is No such thing as Help in a place like this.

To cut a long story short, I set out to get some Help for this Medical problem. What I am about to write is the Truth! Nobody Believes This!

In doing battle with the Doctor in Mansfield trying to get some Help, He told me that Since I am Going to Die Anyway, the State Didn't want to Spend the Money on me! So I can deal with this Medical problem the Best Way possible.

I told my Sister about the symptoms I was dealing with. She did some reading and it sure sounds like I have Proctitis. This is pure Hell to Live With. A description of Proctitis is as follows:

An inflammation or irritation of the rectum and anus, Proctitis has a number of varied sources: colitis, venereal diseases, hemorrhoids, anal fissures, strong laxatives, hard dry irritating stools, radiation, allergy and drugs (in particular, broad Spectrum antibiotics).

The basic symptom is tenesmus (straining but inability to pass feces). The desire to defecate is constant, but the results are mostly mucus and gas. Often the Pain is So Severe in sitting or standing or walking that the patient is obliged to take to bed.

The mucous membrane of the rectum can range from red and swollen to pinpoint abscesses and tiny ulcerations. A search is always made for the underlying cause, but at the same time there is a direct attempt to alleviate the symptoms. An opiate is usually given by mouth or rectum to reduce the tenesmus. Less powerful suppositories can also do the job. Sitz bath, bed rest, and the local application of moist heat can do much to alleviate the discomfort of the patient. Cure can come Only from Treating the Underlying Cause or Causes.

In June of 1997, I believe that date is correct, I went on a Hunger Strike in a Serious Effort to get some Medical Attention concerning this problem.

One by one the rest of the Lucasville Five joined me in this Hunger Strike. We were protesting the Lack of Medical Treatment and the Conditions we were Forced to Endure.

The Hunger Strike lasted for 38 days and it was Unsuccessful. We did Not Gain a Thing. The Powers That Be were more than Willing to Let Us Die! In the event of our Death, They could Bury This Injustice right along with us and All Would Be Well!

To this very day I am forced to deal with this Medical problem! There is No Help in Sight! At this time I am 8 or 9 Weeks into an Every Day Battle with this. Every day it is the same old thing. The Straining is So Very Severe I Can't Stand It! This wears me down to the point of being lifeless. Still I Can't Get the Medical Treatment I Need!

At this point I will go to September 5, 1997. The Lucasville Five were locked up in Death Row 4 and were Segregated from the Rest of the Death Row prisoners, as they claim for Security Reasons.

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George W. Skatzes
173-501
Ohio State Penitentiary 878 Coitsville-Hubbard Rd. Youngstown, OH 44505 (George is now in Mansfield. same prison number but address is MAN CI, PO Box 788. Mansfield, Ohio 44901 USA)

Note 2012: George is now in Chillicothe: P. O. Box 5500, 15802 State Route 104 North
Chillicothe, OH 45601
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