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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