I'm Not Dead by Sean Swain

  • Posted on: 14 January 2016
  • By: Anonymous (not verified)

From seanswain.noblogs.org

Well, I’m still alive. This is really awkward. I didn’t plan on this.

The current suspension of my communications started at the end of August. The fascists simply cut off all of my outgoing communication the equivalent to putting duct tape on my face.

This is part of a pattern. Fascists suspended my communications in January to stop me from producing video talking about my innocence in my criminal case. They shut down my communications again in May when I wrote a statement in opposition to the international crime of torture. No good deed goes unpunished.

Shortly after my communications resumed, fascists suspended them again with no explanation at all, apparently because they just don’t like me. The message being sent is pretty clear: until I embrace George W. Bush and Jesus, until my thinking conforms to what the ODRC likes, I have to shut up forever.

All of this occurred, by the way, while my legal counsel, Richard Kerger, stood on the sidelines with a burger and a beer, spectating. Kerger gave them permission with his inaction.

Attorneys are worthless.

What do you call ten thousand attorneys buried up to their necks on the beach at low tide?

A damn good start.

So, just to explain – this may seem like a situation that is just a minor annoyance, like being grounded off the phone in high school. But there’s also the psychological effect, the constant sense of precarity and anxiety, the knowledge of being under attack in a million small ways, of being totally helpless as repression grinds on and on. And in my situation, it wasn’t that communications suspensions would end and I could return to normal; there is a kind of cumulative effect from the suspension after suspension that wears on you.

This current suspension began almost immediately after the last one ended, and it didn’t just wear on me – it wears on those who care about me. Humans are social animals, after all. My elderly parents, who are very much not anarchists, suffer continuing harm. My dad was throwing up blood and was hospitalized and had not heard from me for months. Just recently, my mom fell and cracked ribs while trying to care for my dad. I have to think that their slow recoveries are due at least in part to not having any communications with their only child for months. Ihsan, still recovering from the strokes, still needing encouragement and human connection, has also been harmed. Others too.

Part of what makes the situation psychologically torturous is the sense that this will go on forever and ever, that the fascists will just keep silencing me until I agree to stop communicating, until I give up attempting to tell the truth.

CIA manuals speak to inflicting this kind of psychological pain in order to diminish a subject’s “motivational strength.” As the CIA describes, such a program of deprivation “induces regression by depriving the subject’s mind of contact with an outer world and thus forcing it in on itself.“ So, as a consequence, someone in this kind of situation, due to the psychological pain, regresses and becomes less and less able to focus on anything more than the psychological pain and the subjects’ own situation. As humans, we become neutralized then not just by the logistical hassle of communications suspensions, but we become unable to focus on anything beyond our own situations, our own psychological pain.

In my own situation, that means I’m not only blocked from knowing what’s going on in the world and then weighing in on issues, but the immediate psychological pain forces me to focus on nothing else.

It sucks.

So, all of this taken together – my permanent neutralization, it seems, along with the fact that I’m now being used as a weapon to hurt people I love, got me to thinking about something my grandmother told me. My grandmother feared being unable to care for herself, being put into a home. She often told me that there are worse things than death. And there’s nothing worse than outliving yourself. So, in the midst of this permanent isolation, where I’m now used to hurt those I love, I drew a reasonable conclusion, I think, that I had outlived me.

I decided to forego my blood pressure meds until my communications resumed, and I also know the ODRC would not resume the communications, so I would have to quit the meds. I’ve been on them for 10 years, and quitting cold turkey causes a blood pressure spike, which could lead to strokes, aneurysms, heart attacks.

So, I wrote some really self-important diatribes in the form of legal declarations in order to get them out of the prison and I quit the meds… knowing the ODRC wouldn’t budge. I expected that in about 72 hours, I would fall over dead, all of you savages would read my profound words of great power, and you’d take up your machetes to hack swivelization to pieces. You know, in love and rage and all that.

Then, I didn’t die. I quit my meds and finalized all of my affairs and.. nothing happened. It’s been weeks. I’ve been awaiting my dramatic sputtering out. Not even chest pains.

I didn’t count on this. It appears I’m going to be around for a while, so I better find something to talk about. This is so embarrassing.

For better or worse, this is still anarchist prisoner Sean Swain from inside the Ohio torture complex. If you’re listening you ARE the resistance…

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Comments

It was so relieving to read this.

Maybe let's not wait until Sean's heart to explode next time before we start actively supporting him. What do you y'all say?

Seriously. And it's so inspiring to read from him, as he fights in that grim situation, still working hard to stay focused on the world beyond his immediate challenges. I'm grateful for everything he is doing; may his strength become mine, become ours. And then, in turn, his again.

So... are his communications still cut off? How the hell is he getting this out there?

Yes, thank you for pointing out "security" flaws in the total fascist censorship policies of prison managers. We'll look forward making it a safer for you and most of the American people, so when you end up in jail, we'll make sure nobody can hear -or read- your screams. Your help appreciated, dear citizen.

Yours sincerely,

Fascist fuckweasel #6738

Fucking goof.

Relieved that he's alive, and getting messages out.

Another attorney joke -
What do attorneys use as a contraceptive?
Their personality.

Ok - it's an old one, but I still find it funny (and there might be some out there who haven't heard it yet).

Good luck to Sean and to his family as well.

A question for Sean:

On meds for high blood pressure for 10 years, you quit them cold turkey and nothing happens. Doesn't this imply some horrible complicity between the doctor(s) who prescribed them and the pharmaceutical industry? After all 10 years of meds that seem to have been useless means quite a bit of cash for the company that produced the meds (multiply that by the number of people taking these meds and that's several million dollars, possibly hundreds of millions). And this says nothing about the hassle and stress of constantly reminding yourself to take them, anticipating the worst if you forget - for no reason, ostensibly.

So maybe those attorney jokes should be directed at doctors (at least, some of them).

Very important question, and Foucault addressed the issue of micro-control of the individual through medical administration decades ago. I'm sure there's some big pharma corps who read that and applied the tactics.

That's also what my dad has went through since his heart attack.

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