Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Staughton and Alice Lynd's Letter to Judge Paul Pfeifer (2005)

Monday, December 6, 1999

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

December 6, 1999

George W. Skatzes 173-501
Taken over from:  http://georgeskatzes.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=geo&action=display&thread=59

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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Friday, February 13, 1998

George's letter to his attorney (1994)

The following was typed 2/13/98 by Ann Louck from George Skatzes' 16 Pages of handwritten notes (and taken over from here):

George W. Skatzes A-173-501
P. O. Box 5500, Chillicothe, Ohio 45601

LETTER TO: Jeffrey F. Kelleher, Attorney At Law

The Leader Building -Suite 410 Cleveland, Ohio 44114

April 14, 1994

RE: Visits From The Highway Patrol -(Plot)
Dear Mr. Kelleher,

I would like to take the time to write about the actions of the Highway Patrol and to give my opinion on the plot to pressure me into turning States evidence against the alleged key figures in the Lucasville riot. My first meeting with the Highway Patrol -one Sgt. Howard W. Hudson and another trooper - (name unknown) -came about on 10-19-1993.

On said date -10-19-1993 -Captain Adams - a Captain with the Chillicothe Correctional Institution -came to my cell and told me that I had an Attorney Visit.

Even though at this time I did not have an Attorney, I didn't think Captain Adams would lie to me. I went on the visit fully expecting to meet an Attorney!

Captain Adams took me to a room upstairs. Upon entering the room Sgt. Hudson introduced himself and identified himself as one representing the State of Ohio. Sgt. Hudson made the statement about the other trooper and himself- "Obviously we are not Lawyers -we want to talk to you about the riot -give you the chance to roll -etc."
I understand they have a job to do -but why do they feel it is so necessary to keep the fact that they came to see me so quiet? I didn't tell them anything and I have nothing to hide! Sgt. Hudson further stated that they didn't tell anybody about coming to see me. Why are they so deceitful? They make it appear that I have something to hide right off. Was it their plan to use me -to set me up from the very start? After the visit and upon returning to the north hole -I immediately [told?] the two (2) inmates I'm back here with, that I had a visit from the Highway Patrol.

Referring to the visit of 10-19-1993 -I feel they really tried to pressure me into making a statement about the riot and the alleged key figures. To cut a long story short -they told me how they were in the process of getting all of their people (snitches) on this side -(their side) -and the ones that would not help them -they would be on the other side and left to fight for themselves.

On the visit of 10-19-1993 Sgt. Hudson and the other trooper straight out told me if I did Not help them they would see to it that I would spend the rest of my life in prison -no matter if I went to trial on riot related charges or not. Of course they reminded me how they can keep me in prison with no problem since I am doing a life sentence for aggravated murder to begin with. They went on to tell me if I helped them -they could help me. I told them that there is no way I could do anything to help them -and with that the visit ended and I was returned to the north hole.

At this point I didn't figure the Highway Patrol would ever attempt to talk to me again. Knowing how the system works -and being an obvious target for retaliation -I set my mind to doing the rest of my life in prison!

Moving on to 3-31-1994- Sgt. Fouty- a sergeant at Chillicothe Correctional Institution -came and told me I had a visit. I didn't ask him what kind of a visit -family member -friend or lawyer. Figuring it was a regular visit -I went through the strip search procedure. Sgt. Fouty cuffed me up and he took me out to the visit. Upon leaving the north hole -walking up the steps and into the hallway -I started to turn left and go to the regular visiting area. At this point Sgt. Fouty directed me to this office off to my right -Not the regular visiting area!

The Visit on 3-31-1994 -upon entering the room I noticed a few members of the Staff from here -Chillicothe. At this point I couldn't figure out what the visit was all about.

Then to my surprise I became aware of Sgt. Hudson's presence! This is another visit with the Highway Patrol. Everybody cleared out -then I found myself in this room with Sgt. Hudson and some other trooper (name unknown). Also the Prosecutor handling the Lucasville riot -I don't know his name either.

So in the room -three (3) State Officials and myself. Sgt. Hudson read me my rights and he told me anything I say can and will be used against me. Sgt. Hudson went on to tell me how they are there to see me one last time. If I do not help them Now -the next time they come they will have some indictments for me. He then informed me that I would be charged with Three (3) Capital Murder cases! At this point I told Sgt Hudson I could not make such a serious decision without first talking to my Investigator, whom I fully trust. They have been keeping her from visiting me - so Sgt. Hudson or somebody would have to make special arrangements to get her Approved for a visit. When I stated that I really needed to talk with my Investigator, Sgt. Hudson picked up the phone as if he would call her for me. I then told him a phone call would not do. I would have to talk with my Investigator face to face and (4 to 5 words at bottom of Page 4 not printed out by Copier).

At this point I had nothing more to say to these people. The one trooper did ask me how they would know what my decision would be once I talked to my Investigator. I then told this trooper that after our visit -if they would in fact set the visit up for us -I would have my Investigator call them to inform them as to what the decision would be. That was about all that was said at this point. I was taken back to the north hole.

Here is something worth making a note of. After requesting the visit with my Investigator, Sgt. Hudson didn't outright agree to setting the visit up, but I figured he would. Keep in mind also that I had [to] ask to talk to anybody from the Highway Patrol or the Prosecutor's Office. I ask them to set up a visit for me with my Investigator. This visit was to be between [her] and [me] only!

At this point there was no way for me to know just how Sgt. Hudson would handle the setting up of the visit. Later I found out that Sgt. Hudson called my Investigator on 3-31-1994, right after our visit. I was told that Sgt. Hudson told the Investigator that I agreed to talk to them -but wanted her there to make sure everything went alright. This is a Falsehood! Seems to me that Sgt. Hudson lied to my Investigator! Again -after requesting to see my Investigator on a visit face to face -I [do not?] have to talk with anybody from the Highway Patrol or the Prosecutor's Office. I clearly stated that my Investigator would call them after our visit with my decision. I feel strongly that Sgt. Hudson [did not] have to deceive my Investigator by telling her I agreed to make a Statement and I wanted to have her there to ensure things would go right! That was wrong on his part!

Now let me make a note on what took place Tues. evening 4-5-1994. This does play a part in this Plot the Highway Patrol is acting out.

At this point a Mr. Coyle, the Deputy Warden here, enters the room. He ask me if I felt it would be wise for me to go back to the north hole. This shocked me! I surely wasn't expecting such a move from these people! I told Mr. Coyle that I have done nothing wrong and there is nothing for me to hide!

I further stated that if I [did] go back to the north hole, this would make me look like a snitch! Mr. Coyle asked me if the other inmates here in the north hole would think of me as a snitch anyway. I asked him why should they even have such a thought in their mind. At this point I told Mr. Coyle that I would not go to any other lock other than the north hole! Period! At this time Mr. Coyle left the room. I have no idea where he went or what was going on. I just sat there waiting for them to take me back to the north hole.

Something worth make a note of: Every time I talked to the Highway Patrol, which was twice as I described in this writing, I always told the other inmates I am in the north hole with. Twice before this visit of Wed. 4-6-1994. I should say, to keep the record straight. It is my policy to be as up and [?] as possible with the other inmates here in the north hole. I have nothing to hide. However, I [did not?] tell them about my Investigator coming to visit me on Wed. 4-6-1994. I kept that hush hush and to myself to ensure the fact that I would have the visit with no problems. On my word, just as soon as I came off the visit that day I had every intention of telling the other inmates about my visit and how I went about getting it. I play it straight with these people. Never have I lied to them about anything!

As far as the other inmates of the north hole knew, I was going to visit my Lawyer on that Wed. 4-6-1994. This is not what I told them. In fact, I didn't tell them anything. They just took it for granted that I was going to visit my lawyer.

Back to the room upstairs. After the visit Sgt. Wilson, Sgt. Fouty and C.O. Ackley were present of course. I was still cuffed to the table. We were just waiting to see what they were going to do with me since I told them I wanted to go back to the north hole.

All in all, I spent about three (3) hours cuffed to that table. Cutting a long story short, Mr. Coyle finally came in the room and told me it was the decision of Central Office that I [not] go back to the north hole and said decision was Non-negotiable! So the truth is these people created a very serious situation for me -then they made me run and hide from the problem they created! I was made to look like a [?] put the lives of my love ones on the line, as well as my life, and they didn't think anything of it!

At this point I was forced to move to three (3) house. Three (3) house is another lock up block for the inmates at Chillicothe. The north hole is used at this time for three (3) inmates from Lucasville only.

When I left the room I had the visit in, I was confronted by several Correction Officers, exact number unknown. They had the video camera. They must have expected some trouble out of me. Keep in mind, I went to three (3) house under a very strong objection! I wanted to be brought back to the north hole! I have done nothing to run and hide from! No way did I give the Highway Patrol or the Prosecutor any info, statement or anything! There was no reason for me to leave the north hole! They only forced this move upon me so I would look like a snitch!

Let me back up to the conversation with Mr. Coyle for just a minute. Mr. Coyle told me that he would see to it that I would be transferred out of Chillicothe within the next couple of days. Being very honest about it, I have no doubt been treated the very worst while being locked in this north hole. Out of the three (3) of us back here, I am the most disrespected. It is a long story, but I do receive the worst treatment, so I would sure welcome a transfer out of Chillicothe!

I'm sitting in three (3) house Wed. night 4-6-1994 knowing very well that the other two (2) inmates in the north hole figured I turned State's evidence since I did not come back. This whole sleazy set up sure caused all of us to go through a lot of head changes and it could have put a lot of lives on the line! That is had this not been cleared up. This sleazy move was set up and carried out in an effort to defame me also!

Going to Thurs. morning 4-7-1994. I was called back up to the room in which I had the visit in. At this point in time the Warden Mr. Coyle and a Gary Moore talked to me. I voiced my very strong objection to these people for the way I was forced to move out of the north hole! Not that I care so much about liking the north hole. but the way they forced me to move. I was made to look like a snitch! I talked with the above mentioned people for a while. I expressed my views as to how they cut the lives of my love ones in danger. That fact didn't seem to matter at all! To cut a long story short, at this time, again I was told that I would be transferred out of Chillicothe within the next few days. At this point these people told me they would be getting back to me no later than Monday 4-11-1994. to let me know where they would be transferring me. Soon I left the room, went to rec., shower and to get my property. So all in all I figured I would be leaving Chillicothe soon. That was that.

Now Phase Two (2) of the Plot:

Thurs. afternoon 4-7-1994. Sanders is scheduled to go to Scioto County to answer the last Indictment he received. It is my strong belief that they had this whole thing planned. The Highway Patrol and the Prosecutors! By no means are these events any sort of coincidence! In my opinion. what they done was very sleazy and evil! They should not be allow to get away with this!

So Sanders goes out to the Scioto County Jail. Strange as it may seem. but this time not like the other time he was placed in the Scioto County Jail, he was locked on a range with several other inmates from Mansfield and Lucasville. So here we have Sanders armed with the knowledge that I went out on a visit the day before and I [did not] return! Since he is so conveniently placed on this range with the other inmates from the other prisons. Also for some reason he was left on this range for 45 minutes to one (1) hour. He was able to talk to everybody and pass on the info as he knew it. I went out on a visit and [did not] return. Anybody that has any knowledge of prison life understands how the inmates will take that info and run with it! So there is no doubt that I am labeled as a snitch now! This was their evil plan! It is up to me to clean up what they have done to me! The damage has been done !

Another point -of course Thurs. 4-7-1994 I did not have this info. but I found out later. Somehow Sanders’ lawyer heard about the Indictment he received Tues. 4-5-1994. so to keep Sanders from going to Court alone on Thurs. 4-7-1994, he faxed a Motion to Scioto County on Wed. 4-6- 1994 in an effort to have Sanders' Arraignment postponed. They had the Motion in plenty of time. so it would have been no problem for them to postpone the Arraignment. but doing so would have messed up their plot to have the word put out that it looks as if I turned snitch! One hell of a Plot!

Well, as it was, I was sitting in three (3) house waiting to get transferred out of Chillicothe. All the while a lot of damage, serious damage was being done to my character! Because I won't help these people by snitching, they put me through all this! It is not right!

Moving along to Friday 4-8-1994 about noon or so. C.O. Ackley came to three (3) house and told me I had a visit. I ask him who the visitor might be. He did not know but he said he would find out for me. I told him if it was somebody from the Highway Patrol or the Prosecutor's Office, I would not talk to them! I would refuse the visit! Mr. Ackley then left to go find out who was here.

It wasn't long after Mr. Ackley left, Mr. Coyle came to talk to me. He told me that Gary Moore was here to see me. Mr. Coyle further stated that they might move me back to the north hole. First off I would have no problem talking to Gary Moore, he treated me very fair and with the utmost respect. So I went with Mr Coyle to talk to Gary Moore.

They took me to the room that I had the visit in on Wed. 4-6-1994. The Warden, Mr. Coyle and Gary Moore were present.

Cutting a long story short, they told me I would be moving back to the north hole that day! I can't believe this! First I am told how I can't go back to the north hole after my visit, then I'm told I will be transferred out of Chillicothe. Now on Friday, for some reason, I can return to the north hole! Well, they were able to carry out their Plan -the damage has already been done -I was made to look like a snitch, so it no longer matters where I am housed! One hell of a head game!

Making a Note of this, both Wed. 4-6-1994 and Thurs. 4-7-1994 when I talked to the Warden Mr. Coyle and Gary Moore, I really tried my very best to make these people understand the very serious position I was put in. I begged them to at least let me come down here to the north hole and face these inmates. I wanted to explain to them that I [didn’t] roll or snitch on anybody! They would not let me do this, so I had to ride it out! In prison a man's name and his word means everything and when these people set out to destroy a man like this, it is not easy to take!

Friday afternoon 4-8-1994 around 3:00 p.m. or so I moved back to the north hole, but they have yet another Phase to the head game they are playing!

Before I moved back into the north hole, for no visible reason they [?] one of the other inmates housed in the north hole to move. They moved him down to three (3) house and as of the date of this writing, he is still down there! There was really no reason for this move.

I had a visit with my Lawyer on Sunday 4-10-1994 and he informed me that phone calls were made to Chillicothe to make sure I was still here. This was done on Friday 4-8-1994 and these people wouldn't even tell the caller I was here! They play a mean game when one will not cooperate with them.

At a later date I plan to expand on this writing and go into full detail about the treatment I have received in this north hole and everything. This is just a brief writing to expose the plot and have it notorized before the three (3) Capital Murder Indictments are served on me. I feel they are coming Very Soon!

After being duly sworn -on my word I swear that the statements in this writing are true and correct to the very best of my knowledge. I swear to the truthfulness of this writing as I shall answer unto My God.

Notorized on the 15th day of April 15, 1994

Signed by: George W. Skatzes

Notary: Angelina J. Remy, State of Ohio

Commission Expires March 21 , 1996
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Republished on the website for LucasvilleAmnesty,org

Sunday, September 28, 1997

Account of Death Row Uprising in Mansfield CI