The Change
I had not brought a radio until just before my fifth anniversary, and this was to play a big part in my survival over the next four years, I was no longer going out to rec so I would spend most my time on my rack getting down with my radio, even when enduring the abuse and torture, I would sing-along to the country music, and I am thankful to some radio persons who cheered my day or night up.
I started to watch some TV, but I would not sit in the dayroom, I would stand, and then I walk back to my rack in the breaks, the abuse was so intense, this is not something one would expect from America, or so I thought until I saw a documentary about civil rights, and the movie about Martin Luther King. I saw how evil society can be to people who are different.
A movie I recommend is “Remember the Titans” it’s a movie about a college football team in Virginia, a segregated community, and it showed that black and white can work together, be a team, and win. The civil war was over slavery. So America has her history.
I was watching Condoleezza Rice on TV, and I thought that’s who I should be writing to, Condoleezza was the National Security Adviser, and if my prophesying was a warning, and I was still was being prevented from helping America and Britain, then I should write to her.
I even saw individuals on TV, there were so many in need of help, even the prisoners knew that I could have been helping people, 9-11 was war on America and the rest of the free world, three thousand innocent people murdered by people who want to rule the world by terror.
I did write to Condoleezza Rice, I had also wrote to Vice President Al Gore, I had written to Governor Bush years before to request a transfer to the UK, he refused me on the grounds That I had to fulfil my commitment to Texas, and now he was President so I had no chance.
America was right to go after those responsible for such an horrific attack on innocent people the act was even condemned by Muslims worldwide, I am not going to comment on the way things were done, that’s not the purpose of this book, however when they went after Bin Laden there was a 15 million dollar reward, I would have tried to help, not for the money.
The evil-one was not going to allow that, he thought he could get the money, so for money many people died and suffered needlessly, and the way that I was kept away from people and made to look uncaring; this does sadden me and makes me angry. I watch the news, and see the results of what I know could have been avoided.
As I said earlier, the tasering continued with increased effort, even my head was tasered on many occasions, they would group around my rack for maximum effect when I was asleep or nearly asleep, one time as I tried to move and a spark shot across from the finger of one hand to the other, the electric energy, was still there as in the Gurney.
Then as their experiments continue more things were done to my body, so there is no doubt that doctors or medical scientists were involved, Christian Science? I know that I may be repeating myself, but it is hard not to when things never stop.
Now they have realized that they could also generate heat, and raise or lower my body temperature, so this day when I was laying on my rack it was said by the evil-one to blowtorch my feet, “Blowtorch his feet” are the words he used and another person replied to him “No not his feet, God blessed them” then the evil-one said “Blowtorch them” and so they did.
Notice that the person had said that God had blessed my feet, and not me, this told me that there were some people in the system that had some reservations about what was being done, but the evil-one shows no-mercy, he loves to dominate and play god, but my God is merciful.
It never stopped there, apart from my feet being a regular part to target for regular abuse other parts of my body were also, eventually my feet began to discolour, my body was showing physical signs of the abuse, I also had to buy reading glasses from commissary due to the burning of my eyes, and yet it continued. Everything I’m saying had physical proof.
When I was in the B-Side dish room prior to this it was said about hitting my appendix, it was due to some talk about appendix. I would talk back so I said something like, show me where they are then, So anyway my appendix was hit in B-dish room, but I still wouldn’t quit., that’s where there boss said “I’ll make you curtsy” well I never have, even though my knees were also being hit I never buckled. One guy in there who was a Christian, and sang in the choir said to me “Your through over here” I was not welcome among Christians in there, but then I already knew that, see the evil-one had said “Don’t let him pray, things happen when he prays” so they wanted to keep me from God, they must think he is stupid and don’t know what they are doing, however I went on singing with joy, and they did not like that at all, the evil-one was clearly more afraid of me than I was of him, despite all that could be done to me.
It was said in Gurney that I was a dead man walking, well it seems that instead; I was a Walking Miracle; in Gurney, it was also said to an officer that I followed their thoughts? Well this was used more so in S-dorm than anywhere, as they tried to perfect it although, it was constant throughout my sentence.
One day while I was sitting in the chow hall the evil-one reminded me that he knew where my appendix are, I said, I know you know where my appendix are, to which he replied, “I know where your liver and kidneys are too” Things would be very scary for some people in that type of situation; I know it sounds like fiction or fantasy. But I can assure you that this is really a true story, I could make this up.
I was a prisoner in hell, I was being held hostage in a prison within a prison. I understand what is meant now by the saying, the wisdom of men is but foolishness to God, I was not afraid. I also continued to get verbal threats, this day some prisoners from the next dorm said, to me “You only have a couple more years to live so enjoy it” enjoy what? My life was a living hell, a nightmare, but I was still singing, and that made them madder.
I was working the floor in 3 or 4 chow hall, and I am getting closer to the end of my sentence, but it was still some months away, I can’t remember how long I had left, I was alone in the chow hall because it was the end of the shift, and I was just waiting for count to clear when an officer came up to talk to me he wished me well, then he said to me “I know you’re alright Evans, and there are many others who know it too” I told him that was going to be discharged soon, he went on to ask me where I was going when I got out and that “whatever you do don’t come back to Texas”, I told him that I was to be deported.
I was pleased to know that there were many others who knew that I was not so bad, and this had been confirmed to me face to face by an officer who had also confirmed that there were many others who knew it to, however when I saw that officer again at the start of my next shift the following evening he was standoffish, and looked afraid, he never came near me or spoke to me.
On our way to the chow halls there is an area where we would walk in one gate and penned in by another one, this was the search pen where prisoner were searched, the officer I am referring to stood back from me and the other officer did the search I could see he was afraid, however what he had told me has served as comfort to me, seems someone must of got to him also just like they did to everyone else who showed any type of support of me, but just to know someone had confirmed straight to my face that he and many other people knew of me, this shows the power of the evil-one, there was no stopping him, however his power is only of this world, mine is not, he can only do this to me because he is being allowed to, and not because he is superior, he deludes himself by thinking that he is.
I was in the chow hall alone again waiting for count to clear and as I walked round the empty chow hall singing, as I often did when chow was over and it was clean up time, or we were waiting for count to clear, I would sometimes do a little dance as well, I love dancing and have danced since I was knee high, the evil-one said to me, “I’m not letting you out with that power” he was the one who was afraid, I could see what was being done with this knowledge, and what control was being used for, I am certainly not the bad one in all of this that’s for sure.
Things are going to get even more unbelievable, however I assure you that it is all true, there is no way that I could make this up, plus the comments made to me support my claims.
This day I was at work it was summer when an officer said to me in a low voice, “You’re going to cook” and he didn’t mean work as a cook either, these are people talking directly to me so there is nothing delusional about this.
I was being roasted on my rack; do you know the damage that can be done to a person’s body by overheating? The temperature in Texas can get in excess of a hundred degrees, from what I remember, I even thought they were putting the heating on as well, because my rack was in line with the heater, but I may never know if they did.
I brought a small fan from commissary, that did no good so I had to buy a bigger one, my face could be seen to get so red with my body heat, they cooked me alright, they were able to alter my body temperature, and when I went to shower they would turn it up to hot, I had to jump back or to the side and so there was no shower for me or any cooling down.
I had some nice letters from my nice who said she wanted me to go to karaoke with them when I got home, then my other nice wrote and said, “You’re committed to going to karaoke now, they can sing, she then asked me if I could sing? Well what a surprise, I don’t rate myself as much of a singer, I’m better at singing-a-long, I would have given it a go though.
My wife and I along with two friends got up in the British Rose Pub in Dallas and sang twice, one was Proud Mary, and we guys sang lead the ladies were backing, but we needed some drinks first, I have no idea how I sounded, however there was a time in the chow hall when a prisoner said to other prisoners that I had sang a song so good and wanted me to sing it again to them, I did, all the prisoners were not in agreement with what was being done to me, there were some decent guys in there but also some very nasty ones.
The evil-one said that he wasn’t having me sing with anyone, he had my throat hit, and I know that he has messed with my family. When I would write to my wife the abuse was always increased, different comments may be made, and one day a prisoner said “my boss is going there,” I would not be surprised if the evil-one is messing with the wives or children of prisoners because that is what he is like, I would not bite on these comments.
I spoke to a person who had not long became a Christian and he said that he didn’t think the Lord would like him listening to Country songs anymore, well everyone has their own beliefs, and faith, I tend to look at the song content, but I do sing songs that religious people may frown on, all I can say is each to their own.
I walked into the dorm one day now it is winter and it was said, “We’ll freeze you to death then” so the shower would be turned cold, the mental abuse still went on as well as the provocation, roasting me never worked, I would not break.
The evil-one also wanted to destroy my seed, make sure I could never father children, but if his intent was to kill me I would never father children anyway.
Time came when I was moved from the kitchen and became an SSI in7 building.
SSI stands for System Support Inmate; it’s a trustee in other words which means mainly janitorial duties, cleaning and so on but it was coming towards the end of my sentence.
I was cleaning in 7 building, I-pod, I wasn’t happy about it although every job had it’ pro’s and con’s, and I was abused everywhere I went anyway, at least I could move around more, but also the danger of being shanked (stabbed) over there was greater. But I had no choice; it was January or February 2006, only months away from being discharged.
When I walked into I-pod a prisoner shouted down from his third floor cell, “What have they got him cleaning for With his gifts he could be helping people” see there were many prisoners who believed that I could have been helping people. I had so many witnesses, but the evil-one doesn’t care about people, he is a pervert, a control freak who only cares about money and power, there is no level too low for him.
I did wonder that maybe this was where they were moving my supporters too? Guess I will never know the answer to that, but he does interfere with people in a sly and dirty way.
Well the slander was continued, the trouble makers regrouped, and the same old things went on, when I was done in one section the officers in the picket would turn their back on me and ignore me when I wanted out of a section, so my mobility was still restricted, I would be locked in the pod for who knows how long, so I would stand there and watch TV.
I was walking back from the mailroom one day the officer at A- Turnout let me in the walk way towards 18/19 building I was glancing down at my mail when the officer said to me, “You can’t watch your back when your reading that,” I had already scanned the area and so I knew there was no-one near, but he knew that I had to watch my back. And so did I, I would often stand with my back to the wall, I lived under all types of threats, you cannot even begin to imagine.
I had started on the 2nd shift which is 2pm-10pm, rack up was at 10pm, so prisoners were out of there cell’s and were either at outside rec or in the dayroom, those who wanted to be in there cells were, I was in an extremely dangerous situation, but then I had always been but now I was getting close to discharge and I knew that the evil-one did not want me getting out.
I applied for the 3rd shift, which was 10pm-7am, it would be much quieter, the guy’s would be in there cells, the grief I was being put through in many ways is beyond words so I won’t even try to explain, I had been warred upon for all those years and was now I was in my finale countdown, they allowed me to change to the 3rd shift.
I told the officer who controlled the doors in S-dorm when I came in from work one morning that I would be leaving soon, and he said, “I’ll have to give you a case then”, I said I’m discharging, a case could of stopped parole, but they had to release me come discharge, there had never been any chance of parole, all my hearings had been set off.
I was called over to education I was told by the officer that they wanted me to sit classes and take my GED that is an education grade which prisoners had to achieve before parole, I told the officer I wouldn’t, after all why now when I’m ready to leave? I was in education back in Gurney and they took me out and put me in the fields. Mind you I couldn’t function properly because of what was going on. Imagine having to sit still in a room of people abusing me in the way the I’ve been describing, no way was I going to subject myself to that type of abusive situation again, which was only to further their evil experiments anyway.
So I said no, he said that I had to sign a refusal, which I did, the officer then said “you know that this could stop your parole” I replied, I’m not paroling, I’m discharging.
The types of body abuse I endured in Allred prison was horrific, no part of my body was respected and no mercy was shown, on rack S-43 my penis was constantly abused in such a way only possible with expert knowledge, thus I have received sexual physical damage, and I could of shown it when I got home but then how would I explain it? And who do you think would believe it? One thing is for sure there are many officers and prisoners in the Texas Justice Department who know these claims are true.
Do you remember my celli in C-40 who asked me not to move around the cell because every time I moved so did the air, well in S-dorm the prisoners, would keep walking back and forth past me as I tried to watch some TV because the air did move, so it was just to feel the draught, but not only that, it was for experimental purpose’s and also to annoy and aggravate me, but to me they were just a bunch of idiots.
Well I got my move to 3rd shift, and was assigned to H-pod, needless to say that held some memories, it was somewhat better but they always found ways to keep the abuse/torture going even in the multipurpose room, which is located up front by the officers desk, close to the entrance to the building, even when in the room by myself, it’s a room I would sometimes have to wait in or clean, well this night I heard it said by the evil-one “I want that SSI dead” In the Penitentiary if a contract was taken out or the prisoners want you dead, you’re dead; those prisoners did not kill me, as you may have figured out.
I was getting closer and closer to my discharge date, then one morning on my way in from work an officer by A-turnout made the comment, “You won’t make it to the gate” things were hotting up.
The prisoners in S-Dorm did try to kill me though, remember when I was in H60 they had tried to cut of my breathing by closing my air passages, my nose, but I still managed to breathe somewhat through my mouth.
So in S-dorm they tried the choking technique, it was a very noisy way, I would be coughing loudly as the pressure was being increased, it was a noisy way of torture, and everyone knew it was being done they could hear me choking.
My ear showed physical evidence when prisoners commented on how bad it looked there had been persistence on all parts of my body while the other parts were being hit and the physical signs were there for all to see.
Singing, oh yes me and my music, always singing, they couldn’t kill my joy, or turn me in to the nasty person that they wanted me to be.
I met a prisoner and he said, “I know you, I use to work in the kitchen and you were always singing the blues,” I would have fun with music/songs, I would put bits together, or mix up verse’s from different songs or use song titles, I had to make my own fun in a very hostile environment, that’s where my sense of humour came in, I could laugh and make light of bad circumstances, I was not afraid of death, I lived in the constant threat of it, and on my rack S-43 I went through death again, this was different than the other hits.
I went very slowly through death, I have the ability to feel spirit, but the feeling I had was so wonderful and peaceful, I was taken into the presence of pure Love, I now know what pure love feels like, but as I died I was then brought back.
This was the only time I questioned God, I wanted to know why he brought me back to suffer, I had the ability to feel spirit and God is love, I had felt the power of love and it was so good, I didn’t get an answer but I do trust him, and he must have his reason, after all he is allowing this control, and I can only assume why.
My left knee was then targeted constantly, this was incredible pain, the torture caused me to limp, and it would go on for days or even weeks, and then whenever it suited the evil one, I was working a shift with another prisoner when a guy shouted across the way “Hi prophet how you doing” the other prisoner went over to him and asked him why he had called me that, the guy replied “Because he is one” fact is I’ve been referred to as a physic, a medium, a witch, and yes even as a Prophet.
Well the day finally came for me to leave Allred and get the chain to the Walls Unit which was where I was to be discharge me from.