The Disenfranchisement of Allan Eric Carlson

Well, it has been over a year since I updated this blog. I left off with going to court for a probation hearing. The result was worse than expected. My beating was acknowledged by Judge Berle Schiller when my appointed attorney Mr. Ivory raised the issue and showed him a picture of a huge softball sized yellow and greenish blue bruise on the back of my leg that he had shot with his cellphone camera in his office three days after the event described in my previous post.

The judge's reaction? Visibly annoyed at having to confront the issue at all. Schiller told me I had the right to file a civil rights lawsuit and that was it. The U.S. Attorney on the opposing bench had no comment at all. He did ask for a TWO YEAR violation and an extension of my probation however. An extraordinary request. This was denied.

I received four months, as the judge did not believe U.S. Probation officer Steve Carmichael's story at all.

However, I discovered later that the Philadelphia Daily News, while not present at the hearing, wrote an article about the probation hearing! Imagine that. Have you ever read an article about someones probation hearing? I mean unless they're a Hollywood celebrity, excluding that nonsense, have you ever? I certainly have not.

The article was printed for the sole reason of slandering and attacking me. Called me a “spammer” which is totally false. I have never “spammed” nor been accused of that offense. Then they made it sound as if the judge went easy on me! Completely ignored the beating I received, no mention whatsoever. I contacted the “writer” of this hit piece by e-mail to correct the record and expressed my desire to talk to him about the beating I received.

I'm still waiting to hear back from him.

So I was allowed a week to turn myself in at the FDC in Philadelphia. This was the 2^nd time I self-surrendered. After about four weeks I was put on a bus to FCI Fairton where I served the remainder of my sentence.

While I was at Fairton I went to the law library and read cases until I got a feel for how a suit would be filed. I then composed a civil rights lawsuit by hand in my cell and a week before I was released I filed the suit by certified mail in Philadelphia. The suit makes what is known as a “Bivens claim” for the beating administered to me and also goes into detail about what I believe to be a case of Conspiracy to Deny my Civil Rights over the past sixteen years by the FBI working in conjunction in the past with the LAPD and Los Angeles Sheriffs office and other agencies.

Some who may be stumbling upon this post may think that conspiracy charge is a bit out there, but I can assure you that there are actually court documents in Los Angeles Superior Court with signed statements from officers of the Los Angeles Police Departments “Anti- Terrorist Division” describing some of their surveillance's of me. I have read these. I am sure there is much more to read in the LAPD files as well as the Sheriff's files.

And the FBI file? Well, you'll need to brew a large pot of coffee to read that one, if you can ever get your hands or mouse arrow on the whole thing.

And I would like to do just that. I would like to see what the FBI has been up to in regard to me for the past sixteen years and what they have been able to get other agencies to do. I would like the FBI and other agencies to be put in the box and justify what they have done to me. They knew I never had any weapons and that I never had associations with anyone who did. In fact they knew I was a “loner”. My residences were raided by surprise numerous times and they never found anything to indicate that I posed a threat of violence. My only weapon was a keyboard.

On April 5, 2011 I appeared in the courtroom of Freda L. Wolfson in Trenton. Judge Schiller tossed my case after the last incident described in my previous post.

Judge Wolfson at a previous hearing had allowed me to give testimony about my beating as I have previously described. Despite hearing this I was found guilty of violating my probation on frivolous grounds that amount to my not wanting further contact with the probation department after what they did to me. Judge Wolfson had the right to impose a non-custodial sentence as my Public Defender requested, but instead she went above the minimum sentencing guidelines for the violation and gave me nine months. I have to self-surrender to Fairton FCI on May 18, 2011 to serve the sentence, which will then terminate my probation.

After serving this nine month sentence I will have spent 60 months -five years – in Federal prison for charges that were invented. Things the jury were told happened never did. Witnesses were coached by United States Attorney Michael Levy to give perjured testimony that e-mail accounts were flooded with e-mails which made it impossible to sort through the accounts and find the good ones and thus good e-mails had to be deleted.

That never happened. The accounts in question were large commercial e-mail accounts at Knight Ridder newspapers, ESPN, The Sporting News and FOX. All the e-mails that bounced back to those accounts due to the address the e-mail was sent to being an unknown dead account were identical. So if 60,000 e-mails as were alleged to have bounced into one account on one occasion did occur all the operator of the account had to do was click on the menu of his software program managing the accounts, choose a filter, and then copy and past the subject line of the e-mail into it, click “OK” and the 60,000 bounced e-mails disappeared. That is maybe ten seconds of work if the operator is sleepy.

That's a completely different reality from what the jury was made to believe. And how was the jury able to be fed this false information for four straight days?

Because my Federal Public Defender, Mark T. Wilson just sat at the table scribbling on a yellow legal pad. Mark T. Wilson never challenged the evidence given. Mark T. Wilson never did anything for four days, he just sat there like a machine scribbling notes. And I had no expectation that he would do anything else. Indeed, a week earlier in Judge Schiller's courtroom I requested a new attorney for exactly this reason. I had been awaiting trial for fourteen months and Mark T. Wilson had talked to me just twice in his office. All he did was argue with me that I was guilty of the ridiculous charges and read me the sentencing guidelines and the Federal statutes.

Mark Wilson informed me at those meetings after I inquired that the Public Defender's office had technical experts in computer forensics who could testify and challenge evidence, but Mark Wilson would not allow me to talk to anyone from that office. Mark Wilson made it apparent that he was not going to even think about challenging the evidence.

Judge Schiller used the lame excuse that “too much time had passed” in turning down my request.

Now what's really interesting here is that if you do a Google search for “mark t wilson, allan eric carlson” (without the quotes) the first hit is an AP article printed by USA Today in which Mark Wilson states that the US Attorney cannot prove that more than $5,000 in damage was done which would dump half the charges, and then Wilson states – accurately – that “the federal identity theft law that Carlson is accused of breaking doesn't make it a crime to use someone else's e-mail address”.

So we have the Mark T. Wilson who tells the newspapers that there is no case here, and then there is the Mark T. Wilson who tells me I have no chance and the evidence is solid, but who refuses to even contact the computer forensics experts he has available to him.

So for four days I sat in court and listened to Michael L. Levy lie about what happened, lie about me and make egregious accusations about what I was trying to achieve. And every time I glanced to my right there was Mark Wilson scribbling notes on his yellow legal pad pausing occasionally to say “no questions” in reply to the judge after another round of perjured testimony was given.

Any attorney with a few cases under his or her belt could have brought in not guilty verdicts on all charges if that attorney had made a competent effort to fight the case. Mark Wilson went completely in the tank, fully participating in a railroad job of the highest order.

And I can honestly say that the rest of my experience with members of the American Bar have been little better. And it may be getting worse.

As I wrote, I have filed a civil suit in Federal court in Philadelphia. The case was accepted, service was ordered, and then it was “suspended” as I do not have an attorney. And I do not know how to get an attorney. It seems that no attorney will help me. In civil suits you are not entitled to an attorney. A judge cannot appoint someone.

I first requested help before filing the suit from the firm of Stephen Yagman as he would be the perfect attorney to handle this case. Unfortunately he was targeted by the Feds and convicted of bankruptcy fraud and is now disbarred and possibly headed to Federal prison himself. No one else at his firm responded and now I see their site is down so that operation may have broken up.

Next after I got out I did a search for civil rights attorneys In Philadelphia, and to my dismay found site after site of ambulance chasers. I did find one firm that seemed serious about the subject and contacted by e-mail one of those attorneys. I have never heard back from him. Nothing at all.

Last week I faxed Ronald Kuby in New York. I also e-mailed him a copy of my suit. Again, I have heard nothing at all. From the front of Kuby's Web site:

Attorneys in this office have represented individuals accused of bombing the World Trade Center; Colin Ferguson, the Long Island Railroad gunman; renowned photographer Spencer Tunick; the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club; prominent labor unions; accused airplane hijackers; The All-Mighty Latin King and Queen Nation; Malcolm X’s daughter, charged with conspiracy to murder Minister Louis Farrakahn; Jesse Friedman, whose story is featured in the acclaimed film Capturing the Friedmans; David Hampton, whose life story formed the inspiration for John Guare’s Six Degrees of Separation; dozens of conscientious objectors; plaintiffs in two United States Supreme Court cases establishing First Amendment protection for flag-burning; several wrongfully convicted inmates.

This requires attention. That is quite a list spanning the gamut of who an attorney could represent. Pay attention to Jesse Friedman. I've seen that documentary. So I'm dealing with being ignored by someone who advertises that he defended a chester?

Exactly how am I supposed to get an attorney if the response I get back is no response at all? I asked my last Public Defender who appeared with me in Trenton for a recommendation and she had nothing to offer me either. Told me to use the Internet and that has nothing.

At this point I would be better off if I were sent to Guantanamo. There I would be able to get an attorney from outside this country. Someone would pay attention because I was not now ridiculed as a crazed baseball fan or the other crap from California.

The teachers and professors tell us in school about the Constitutional rights that we have. What they do not tell us is the overwhelming power that attorney's have to disenfranchise us as citizens by refusing to defend us from prosecution. Without that defense we become selectively exiled from the United States and become subjects of a totalitarian state inside of America.

I have been ridiculed publicly on false charges and after this sentence is served will have spent well over eight years of my life incarcerated without ever committing an offense worthy of being sent to prison. And this is not the result of one prosecution, but two spaced out over many years. These actions were deliberate and at least well thought out in going after me and smashing me.

But were these actions well thought out? That I can't answer. I can only note that I will be 48 years old when I get out and childless. I have no siblings. And if I have any future it is invisible to me. What sort of future can one have when he has been completely disenfranchised from his country? If I were an actual lowlife, a pimp, a dope dealer etc. then this would not be a question worth entertaining, but I'm on the other end of the scale. I don't steal. I'm not a sex offender. I don't even have any vices that I'm passionate about. I am, or was, a concerned citizen who wanted to improve my country and keep it from ruin. Now I can't take part in any political matters and the political police will continue to dog me to make sure of that as no attorney will do anything to get them off my back.

Is life without honor really a life lived?

The U.S. Marshals came into my house, jumped me though I was surrendering, chained me up, beat me - probably unconscious – then choked me and called me a “piece of shit”.

Am I a “piece of shit”? Well, if I'm going to accept that assault by U.S. Marshals and all that has been done to destroy me over the last sixteen years, the FBI and other political police abuse, the lawyers who won't defend me, and the so-called “journalists” who write up all the slander and make it seem as though it is fact, then I guess that is the only conclusion one could draw.

I've heard it said that a day of reckoning comes for everyone and I guess that is the day I'm waiting for. I tried to do it through the courtroom in a civilized manner, but it seems that this avenue has been closed to me, thus the completion of my disenfranchisement from the country I once thought of as good. 

The Persecution Continues

It has been a while since my last post. That is due to my life existing in a state of limbo. On Friday, March 19, 2010 this changed dramatically.

That morning one of my two probation officers stopped by. His name is Steve Carmichael. He wants you to know that. He told me in my house, in front of my mother and my other probation officer that I could write about him on the Internet.

Strange guy.

I was not expecting him until Monday, and his appearance on Friday was deliberate. He was there to catch me using my computer without using it in US Probation trojaned form.

I did not let him in. Steve Carmichael would not take no for an answer though. He contacted the Vineland police and had three officers break in on the pretext that I “threatened my mother”. How did I do this? Steve Carmichael overheard me through the door tell her “Don't answer the door.”

My mother is 82 years old. She was very, very upset when she found three policemen in her house. She informed them that she was in no trouble from me but was very upset at the continual phone calls and visits from the US Probation department and could not understand what the reason for any of it was.

It was about to get a whole lot worse.

Steve Carmichael checked my computer upstairs after throwing the Comcast PHONE/Internet/TV modem on the floor and breaking the battery compartment open. He then ran downstairs and asked me if I had “swapped out the hard drive”.

I told him to ask Martha Stewart.

Steve Carmichael then told me I was in violation of my probation and I told him to send me paperwork from the judge in my case with a court date and I would be there.

Steve Carmichael would not let it rest there though. He is an extremely passive aggressive individual. No one I have ever met has suffered from such a condition more than Steve Carmichael. Such people are usually explosive in temperament, and Steve Carmichael committed perjury in his petition to Federal judge Berle Schiller in his request for an arrest warrant for me, and in the process engineered a very explosive situation.

The big bang occurred later that afternoon.

Steve Carmichael returned with a contingent, an SUV-with-smoked-glass-posse of US Marshall's. They brought with them Glocks and a mini-submachine gun.

Apparently my keyboard is considered a lethal weapon. It does have laser etched back-lighting.

The jokes are now over.

My mother was in the bathroom finishing her shower when they began knocking and demanding that I open up. I assumed they would be coming upstairs to tear the place apart to find a hard drive that Steve Carmichael thought was swapped out. He had also in the past discussed with me laptops with “aircards” so I had reason to believe he would be searching for something like that as well.

Why else show up with US Marshall's when I had appeared for a probation hearing in the past without incident?

My mother came out after a while and she began talking to them from the bedroom window informing them she was not dressed. The Marshall's ordered me to open up rather than respond civilly to her. I told them I needed to use the bathroom and I would open the door.

Before I had finished washing my hands they had broken in the front door ($500 to fix) and were pointing all their aforementioned guns at me. I put my hands on my head and walked down the steps. As I did so the cap worn by one of the Marshall's in front of the pack came into focus. He was wired like a meth-head. The cap was for the Phillies baseball team.

I took two more steps and then the Phillies cap was buried in my mid-section. I could have fought this off without removing my hands from my head but I was not trying to resist arrest. I exclaimed 'What are you doing?”

Then the others dropped their guns and piled on, punching me and grabbing me. I was flipped over on my stomach and handcuffed high and hard, one third of the way to a “Palestinian Hanging” position.

Quickly they jerked me up and dragged me through the doorway into the family room, then flung me face down in front of the TV. I did not even have time to protest before the kicking and stomping began. At least twice I was kicked in the head, each time I saw a silver flash in the dark, like a lighter being flicked in the dark without a flame produced. Then I was kicked very hard in the left side of my rib cage. I am still feeling serious pain from this. At some point the back of my left leg was stomped or kicked as well and I have a terrible bruise and swelling behind the left knee.

When the Rodney King game stopped one of the Marshall's leaned over, grabbed me by the throat, lifted me from the floor and choked me until I could not breath at all. He shook me by the throat as well and yelled “Are you going to act like a human being!?”

Apparently US Marshall's are an ironic lot.

I was then released and fell back to the floor as I was cuffed high and hard the whole time behind my back. The Marshall then warned me that if I gave them any further trouble on the ride to Philly “This would resume.”

My adrenaline was firing through my veins and I felt a bizarre sense of triumph as the passive aggressive bullshit of Steve Carmichael had been replaced by out-and-out hatred of Allan Eric Carlson. I looked up at two Marshall's standing over me and forced a smile at them and maintained it. The choker reacted quickly. “What are you smiling at?”

Then he placed the sole of his filthy sneaker on my throat and choked me again until I turned my head toward the patio door where two Vineland police officers, one male from earlier that morning, and a female stood and watched. The sneaker remained on my throat after he released the pressure for several minutes until they figured out their next move.

I was jerked up from the carpet and led out through the patio door to a Vineland police car, which transported me to the front of my neighbors house where I was jerked out and put in the front passenger seat of a Marshall's SUV. Still cuffed in the mock Palestinian Hanging position. I remained this way until we got to the State police barracks in Bellmawr off the 42 freeway. There I was cuffed to the front with my wrists anchored to a chain put around my waist before being put in the backseat of another pair of Marshall's SUV for the ride to the Federal Detention Center in Philadelphia.

I was never taken to a hospital for the requested x-ray of my ribs. My Bureau of Prisons intake photo on the 19th shows my face swollen on both sides, my left cheekbone the size of a golf ball, a three inch abrasion across my chin.

I then lay down in my assigned cell in the Hole over the weekend in round -the-clock pain.

On Monday I was taken to court for arraignment and to my surprise released. After the beating it is hard to reconcile a release without bail even being posted. The beating and the intense pursuit by Steve Carmichael gave me a doomed feeling, as if I were a star of “America's Most Wanted” who had been captured.

And for what reason? I am still without an answer. I have bothered no one since my release. I gave up posting or even following baseball due to the acute persecution I have received.

Steve Carmichael and the Assistant US Attorney worked hard to convince the magistrate that I was an “imminent threat to the community”. The judge was very unmoved by their arguments.

The Marshall's were not done with me though. They refused to give me any clothes to wear out, forcing me onto the street in a prison jump suit and orange shoes. Of course, I was arrested before I could reach my lawyer's office on Walnut street. Five police cars and what seemed like twenty cops swarmed all over me, police cars pulled up on the sidewalk.

I was driven back to the FDC where BOP guards checked my release order quickly and then I was driven to my lawyer's office at my request “so I'm not arrested again.” My attorney let me borrow a suit and shoes for the bus ride home.

So today, later this morning in Philadelphia, I go before my sentencing judge Berle Schiller to decide my fate. I hope I will get some answers, but if past is prologue then I will find nothing but more persecution today.

Lawyers: You get what you pay for

About three weeks ago I talked to my appointed attorney on the phone. This is the same attorney referenced in my first post here "A Hello to the World", who was appointed after I fired the Federal Defender Mark Wilson. I was told about a pending order to allow monitoring of my computer by the Probation department. Monitoring which I would have to pay $25 per month for. I would not touch this computer if that happened.

Would I not use a computer? Of course not. I would buy a laptop with cash and go mobile. I told them so. This is a waste of time unless they want to harass me, which apparently they do.

So back to my attorney. I told him to forget this. He responded by saying "Well, before we tell them to stuff it maybe you should think about it over the next few days and get back to me." He said they would look for activity on the internet that matched "my signature" -meaning writing style and interest- and get log records to connect to me and then I would be in violation for using a computer. I said fine, if that's the way they want to be than that's what they will do, but I'm not submitting to monitoring.

I never had any further conversation with him, so he just ignored what I said and agreed with the court. The court is paying him, not me, so I guess I'm getting what I paid for huh?

Here are scans of the documents I received in the mail October 30, 2009 for Allan Eric Carlson. If you right click and open in a new window you can view these full size in your browser and even save a copy if that is your desire.

He sounds so polite and friendly does he not? He certainly isn't like that on the phone. Talking to him is about as welcome as talking to the probation department. Or the FBI.

My first name is spelled wrong but this is the court order for Allan Eric Carlson. With the Feds only the number can be depended upon. Remember that if looking me up at the www.bop.gov Web site to see if I'm incarcerated again or where I'm at using the Inmate Locator.

 

"You talkin' to me?"

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A Hello to the World

On July 2nd 2009 I was released from the Federal prison in Williamsburg, South Carolina after serving almost all of my four year sentence. The Bureau of Prisons took most of my good time. I spent more than a year of my sentence in the Hole. I filed complaints against BOP staff with the Office of Professional Responsibility at the Justice Department, overseen by H. Marshall Jarrett. My complaints were ignored.

ConAir is quite real. Twice I was given disciplinary transfers via ConAir, which entailed four separate flights on 707 jets. The holding facility in Oklahoma City looks like something out of 1970's science fiction film. The prison is actually alongside the runway of the airport. A passenger terminal extends out to the plane door just like at a regular airport, and prisoners get off shackled and shuffle for about a city block onto platforms to be unshackled by U.S. Marshals who perform this job full time. I recognized most of them on the second trip.

On my second trip I sat behind a couple of Marshals as one relayed how she bought liquor at a good price in Honduras when taking back deportees to their country. ConAir now travels to Central America, the Dominican Republic and Columbia to return felons who are not citizens. The Marshals did not like their stop over in Columbia, principally because they did not like the Columbians who they met there.

ConAir lands and takes off from the cargo areas of an airport. Lots of UPS and FedEx jets around. Amazon generates a lot of business for airports from all that mouse clicking.

So how would I characterize my time in Federal custody? Well, by the end I was writing to Senator Lautenberg's office and asking to be transferred to Guantanamo. I wrote that I feel like a Palestinian in Gaza, waiting for the Hellfire missile to end it. And in my 2255 Habeas Corpus petition I declared myself a political prisoner of the United States government. This is a fact, and because there are no real journalists in this country (the species only exist in Hollywood movies), declaring myself a political prisoner this way is the only way to get that on the record. I regard the “mainstream” media in the United States as a collection of pedophiles who do as they're told because they can't do time in prison safely.

Since I've been out I have been subject to harassment from the probation department, which seems to have died down in the past month, but only after going before the judge for a probation revocation hearing. Until yesterday I had not heard from the probation department. I go to see a psychologist in Atlantic City every two weeks and this is apparently how I report. This costs the good old taxpayers two hundred dollars per visit. I like my therapist so you taxpayers are getting your monies worth. The bill for the past four years runs better than $120,000 total for what amounts to a form of torture. For a case where they had difficulty concocting an argument for damages and could only come up with $16,000.

Sounds like a case that never should have been filed, and if so certainly should have resulted in an offer of a short term of probation. But that is for people not named Allan Eric Carlson. I did not even receive a plea bargain offer. Also unheard of in the Federal system.

But I digress.

At that hearing in Philly a probation officer from the Philadelphia office (I'm actually assigned to the Trenton office) with a short Marine haircut told me that I could not use a computer without allowing them to install monitoring equipment on it, which I have refused. They also wanted me to pay $25 per month for this monitoring which would entail sealing my computer to the point of taping over USB ports.

So what happens when they discover this blog post? Possibly I'm in violation of my probation because I chose not to use a computer rather than submit to monitoring, though I have not signed papers as yet to this effect. This Marine guy actually told me “You're on probation, you don't have any Constitutional rights!” Before I went into the courthouse in Philly a woman tourist asked me where Independence Hall was. I pointed over about two blocks away at a tower and told her “See that? That is Independence Hall. The Liberty Bell is right over there.”

I don't think it's a coincidence that this short haired probation officer has that attitude. The Pentagon is clearly an unconstitutional institution. So is it's sister organization the CIA. Those two agencies and their offspring are exactly what the Founding Fathers were most against. And clearly when the Founders warned against foreign entanglements they were thinking about the Pentagon and CIA's favorite nation, Israel.

And why did I get sent to prison? Well, certainly my “Federal Defender” Mark Wilson did not help. He would have been no less help if he had went to sleep. He knew the transcripts would suggest that he had so he scribbled notes non-stop so as to have evidence of his being awake, which only raises questions about why he had no questions about the absurd evidence presented, and the specious claims made by the prosecution witnesses who were clearly coached by the prosecution. Another job for the Office of Professional Responsibility to look into, but I've already discovered that H. Marshall Jarrett has no interest in wrongs perpetrated upon me. His successor Mary Patrice Brown is likely no different.

On my way into court one day during the trial I was walking with my Federal Defender and remarked to him that I was “being railroaded”. Mark Wilson doubled over in laughter, as if “No shit! You just figured that out?”

After the trial I fired the Federal Defenders office (the Judge would not allow me to do so before trial). I was then appointed an attorney from a public pool of the species.

I asked this attorney if he could get a computer expert to look at the evidence presented and challenge it as I knew it was bogus. A few weeks went by and then I was called to his office. There I was introduced to a dark haired hatchet faced little guy who weighed maybe 120 lbs. A character who you see in a movie. A guy who gives you the creeps. He did something to my attorney too because he twisted up as he bent across his desk to point at the little creep, and in body language unlike I have seen before or since from him he informed me that this guy was “the husband of a female defense attorney and he learned about computers working at the Pentagon.”

This guy never looked up from what he was doing, and as events unfolded he did what he could to leave the impression that indeed he was from the Pentagon -or some other Federal agency- and he was really there to get a copy of my hard drive, which he did.

So it's pushing toward seven years since the FBI SWAT team pulverized the door to my apartment at 5:33 AM and began my journey through the Federal system. As bad as it is, it is not my first nightmare. The state of California with the FBI behind them in the shadows did me for a stretch from December 2005 until about October 2002. And the harassment and arrests began almost two years before that. We're talking about fifteen years of harassment and incarceration. For what? Because I would not accept this governments immigration policy and did something about it? Did I miss something in school? Was all that stuff about the Founding Fathers, Free Speech, the First Amendment and fighting tyranny and us Americans living in a free Republic all a big joke? Was I supposed to hear a laugh track playing in the background while learning these lessons?

If not then this government owes me. They owe me a lot. If fifteen years ago I was told I could take a beating like Rodney King and everything would be “square”, or I could live out the next fifteen years (which are not settled yet, the problem continues) as they have unfolded, I would have taken my shirt off without hesitation and said “let's get this over with.”

Well, Rodney King got four million dollars for that beating.

I'm worth a lot more than Rodney King. Yet I have no money. I have no children. I have no wife. I have no life. I seem to be a story without a happy ending.