ZGram - 11/14/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 38

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Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny:  Now more than ever! 

November 14, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

A bit more about the kind of place where Ernst has now spent exactly 
six months - without being officially charged of anything, without 
knowing his accusers' names or what the "secret hearing charges" are 
- all he knows is that two Canadian ministers seem to have it on 
their brains that he is a "terrorist".  Amazing!  No wonder that the 
world calls Canada "Absurdistan!

Lorraine Day told me the other day that Doug Christie, the Zundel 
Defense Attorney, had told her that bail hearings usually take one 
hour.  All in all, for Ernst it has now lasted  almost a year!

Here is what Ernst sent me, in various snippets:

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Going through my draft leftovers, I found this, which has some things 
you might find interesting, especially with your background in 
psychology.  It's an amazing study, these prisons, since they no 
longer seem to take deranged, mental people to nuthouses.  They now 
park them with the prisons - as if that is a better solution! You 
want to throw up your hands in despair sometimes about the idiocy of 
the system.

The lights just came on.  There is a little life left in my pencil 
stub, as you can see.  I still don't have had access to my regular 
writing pad, pencils, or envelopes, so this will have to do. 

During the night I was awakened by an ear-piercing scream  from the 
cell down the hall, then a torrent of words in a foreign language - 
and finally sobbing.  There were no guards anywhere in sight, no 
footsteps, no clanking of the guards' keys or opening and slamming 
doors shut - noisily, as they delight in doing.  I concluded by this 
that the prisoner in question must have had a nightmare.  Since many 
are from the Third World, one never knows what these poor devils have 
been through.

The night before, they brought in an Arab Muslim who every few 
minutes would holler at the top of his lungs like these Muslim cleric 
who several times a day and at night dim the miniarets in mosques, 
and more sing than speak in a strangely melodic style, apparently 
verses from the Koran. 

My singing neighbor drove the poor guards just about batty because 
for about 24 hours he made the walls here echo with his strange 
incantations.  Several guards tried to persuade, then order him to 
stop this grating noise - no way!  He would halt his wailing until 
they were away from his cell door, then start again with his howls, 
which eventually turned into a Niagara Falls of words, uttered in a 
never-ending stream of unintelligible sounds.  For hours after hours!

That's one thing I have found - crazy people seem to have an enormous 
amount of energy to chatter and verbalize endlessly.  I would get 
drained and exhausted by all this idle chatter.  Not they!  On and on 
they go!  Why?

One other symptom I found to be a classic giveaway was that these 
crazies would verbalize the most bizarre sexual phantasies in a 
strangely unemotional, verbal shopping-list type [way]- of abuse they 
claim to have been subjected to.  They are always the victims!  The 
filtiest, most unimaginable perversions were always done to them 
alone.

There was one in Thorold who kept shouting this stuff from his cell 
down the hall to some other inmates - how he was raped by 21 Ku Klux 
Klan men in London, Ontario, when he was 21.  There are not 21 
Klansmen in all of Ontario.  Other crazies would egg him on to give 
them all the gory details - for hours on end.  Then the same fellow, 
now in his late twenties, would hold forth on a biblical topic, 
ending up giving the laughing, taunting inmates down the hall a 
"benediction", topping it off by claiming that he was "Jesus come 
back". 

This, in turn, evoked the most blood-curdling loud howl from a young 
white inmate _ "I am the Devil!"  Talk about a field day for a 
shrink!  This is the place to be to study human aberrations. 

The security chief told me that there were quite a number of these 
mental people they had to put up with - the guards, especially young 
women guards, hated to deal with these people who could switch from 
nice to vulgar, raging, cell-pounding monsters in a flash. 

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