[Another letter from Bill wandered in, after a month. This was just before he departed from the Loretto concentration camp on his latest round of "diesel therapy."- HAC]
Feb 17th, 2015
Well, I wrote to
you earlier today, and then I received notice that the Keystone Kops are at it
again in Florida.
At some point, I’ll be headed there - but don’t ask me when. The U.S. Marshals filed a notice with the court saying
that they’d have me there from Texas on Feb. 25th.
Trouble is, I’m not in Texas.
And, while the United States
has convicted me of being in two places at once, I think they’re going to have
trouble putting that into practice.
Of course, I’m
supposed to be in Chicago.
Apparently, my attorney there tried to contact me in Florida, and has been looking for me to
serve a writ. So I could go either place. I asked someone to call the Chicago attorney to update them, but that
person developed phone-phobia and got “too busy”, so I’ve been sitting around
in lock-down as a result. People love to say they “care” about you, but, they
demonstrate it through their actions.
Now, should I go
to Florida, I probably won’t get to Chicago until sometime
between June and September. My life of appeals will probably be extended as
well, from 2-3 more years in court to 3-4 or more. But no one had 15 minutes to
make a phone call, and the average person’s calculus is that 15 minutes of
their time is worth an infinite amount of mine.
On the upside, I’m
now down to one AWOL attorney. Because no one close to me will take 15 minutes
to call them, I’m now working on hiring an assistant whose job will be to call
my attorney. Gotta love it, right? People figure that attorneys just call their
clients on their own. No. Hire one and see.
Oh - and I can’t call my own attorneys because the
BOP won’t let me. I can write them - in a letter that will arrive when the BOP
feels like it - if they approve my attorney as being, well, mine.
now I’m going nowhere. But, with so much demand for me, I figure that I’ll be
leaving about March 3.
I don’t usually
write down letters, but, boy, the stress headache I got is about all that’s
keeping me from getting quite down. Nothing the feds do gets me down. I know
what they are, and they can’t harm me. What gets me down is to see people on my own side who
are so dysfunctional or become so filled with hopelessness, fear, and despair
that they become unable to do simple things to help themselves and others.
I know that I’m
strange, Harold. I don’t experience fear the way that other people do. I do
experience it. I have terrible nightmares at times. Sometimes I have waking “night
terrors”. Like, two nights ago, I dreamed that I woke up from a dream to find
myself in what was once my bed at home, but the dictatorship was coming
to murder/arrest me. I knew that I had to get out fast, but I couldn’t move. I
then struggled myself, to my surprise, awake, and it took me 5-10 minutes to
realize that I was in prison - which meant that the dictator's servants were not after
me (causing me to relax).
I took a while because I was sleeping bundled from
the cold with a blindfold on (to sleep better), and I stayed frozen when I woke
in case someone was in the room with me. And sometimes I dream of Antonin
Artaud’s Theater of Death - what I
can only describe as a carnival of torture and murder. But confront me when I’m
awake, and - I don’t run away. I figure out what’s right, or what’s in my
interest, and I do it - and to hell with my losses. I would lose everything in
this illusion before I knowingly did something wrong.
But when I see
the average person, who is scared of their own shadow, I pity them. I’d give
examples, but I’m not here to shame people. All I can say is that people’s fear
of mild physical or psychic discomfort has caused me a lot of real physical,
and before I wised up, psychic, pain. All of us are in the situation we’re in
because the masses of White people are domesticated animals, and the few who
aren’t, are mostly so caught up in illusion that they can’t see anything real
I’m hoping that this week brings some improvement.
Thank you for
not being a coward.
* * *
Bill may be contacted at
William A. White #201500002555
John Polk Correctional Facility
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, FL 32773
I have received one letter from Bill since he arrived back there, which was clearly written in a kind of code because of the intensive and minute surveillance of everything he does by his captors. (What on earth do they hope to find about him that they don't already know? They have to understand by now that he is in no way dangerous or a "threat to the order" of any institution he is in, so why the constant 24-hour lockstep? I swear to God, this obsession they have with controlling his body and his every action seems almost sexual at times...)
Anyway, reading between the lines, he is being foully mistreated again in the Seminole County Jail, which was presumably the idea behind bringing him back to Florida. I have no idea whether or not he is allowed to receive any mail at all and no one I know has heard from him either by mail or by phone other than that one letter I received. Nonetheless, it is vitally important that we try to let him know he is not alone and not forgotten, which is one of the main psychological weapons the dictatorship uses to break its victims. The White Nationalist movement has a horrific habit of just cutting our heroes loose once the prison bars slam shut. I am determined that this will not happen in Bill's case.
He is probably going to be murdered like Edgar Steele, but until our people can recover their courage and change the world (as we could do tomorrow, if we had the balls), I will do what I can, and you should, too. Write to him. Yes, it will put you on the dictator's shit list. Screw Barack Hussein Obama and his pale-skinned slaves. Do right and fear no one. Write to Bill White.
Bill's "restitution hearing" wherein he will be ordered to pay some deranged sum of non-existent money to a big, bad, tough FBI agent for frightening said big bad-ass FBI agent with Facebook posts (which Bill didn't actually make, on an account that wasn't Bill's but apparently some kind of government hoax site) is scheduled to take place today. Then Bill will most likely be kept in the Orlando 1984 torture cell--"the place where there is no darkness," as Orwell described it--indefinitely, as he says here, until sometime this summer, when what's left of him will be dragged to Chicago.