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Remote Control Electronic Brain Punishment
by David James Fratus
October 18, 1988
Dear Sir:
I am currently involved in a crisis of a bizarre nature which I'm sure
will be of utmost interest, providing you can find credence in what I
relate and not summarily dismiss me as being a fantasy-stricken
space case.
I'm being subjected to some type of remote control electronic brain
punishment, in severity nothing less than outright torture, and the
technology being utilized to execute this questionable action is not
only highly specialized and sophisticated, but causes me to wonder
whether knowledgeable authorities are even aware that a device of
this nature exists. The credentials I can offer as to the veracity of
these allegations are slim and none. I'm standing in a bad light to
begin with, as I am a 38 year old inmate serving a 1 to 15 year
sentence for 2nd degree burglary at the Utah State Prison, and the
information contained within is in regard to my substantial
problems with prison officials who would gladly have it believed
that my word merits no credibility whatsoever. They have, in fact,
gone to extreme lengths to insure that such is the case, and you will
presently understand why. I have never been afflicted with
psychological disorders of any kind, and am not given to
fabricating stories with which to bother busy people or cause
unnecessary commotion. I'm a convicted thief, not a liar.
It is a difficult story to tell--and though a bit long winded as
presented, I feel it important to explain these events in their entirety
so as to give the reader a proper picture. Although not well
educated, I am reasonably intelligent and able to recount the
sequences and details to incidents with a great deal of accuracy,
and I swear to you that what is written on these pages is
unembellished and 100% true. I ask you to please read and evaluate
my letter and hope you will see fit to assist me with any pertinent
information you might possess. Should it prove to be that you
cannot offer an explanation as to what is happening here, then I'm
afraid there is much more amiss than what I had suspected and
would make my position appear most precarious.
Eleven months ago I unfortunately ran afoul of prison officials as a
result of a minor altercation with other inmates and what was then
deemed to be a poor attitude on my part. It has since been a battle
of wills, and what they have done to me for my failure kow tow to
them is incomprehensible. The hostilities commenced with guards
being ordered to launch an intensive campaign of harassments
against me. Day after day they tampered with my food, smashing
and removing items from my tray, and threatened to poison me with
carcinogens and diseases. My mail received similar treatment, I was
constantly verbally badgered as well as physically assaulted, and
was told my parents would be murdered should I fail to maintain
silence. These methods were employed to provoke me into losing
my temper and acting out, giving them sufficient cause to impose
disciplinary measures and isolate me in the maximum security unit
where I could be dealt with without their having to be concerned
about witnesses. I have since discovered that these set-up tactics are
standard operating procedure at this prison, and believe me, no one
could undergo the systematic and intense harassment routine I was
subjected to and not lose their temper.
Once isolated, some extremely peculiar things began to occur. I
became disoriented to the extent that my cell and surrounding area
would take on a surrealistic appearance as though I were under the
influence of a hallucinogenic drug, and I was plagued by severe
headaches and insomnia for weeks at a time. I had absolutely no
inkling of what was happening, and after a couple months of having
some fantastically cruel games played with my mind ultimately
reducing me to a state of anxiety, the psychiatric squad was called
in to play their roles in this colossal "set up" and I was declared to
be suffering from a mental illness after undergoing a farcical and
cursory interview in duration of no more than 15 minutes.
Delusional persecution and paranoia was, I believe, how they so
conveniently labeled me. It was obviously a deliberate and
prearranged plan, and throughout these actions the staff would
make malicious comments as to, "How are you enjoying your
headaches?" Need some aspirin?" and "Are you sleeping well, Mr.
Fratus?" The use of this fraudulent and adverse psychiatric
classification was just one more nail in my coffin, and intended as a
means to cast suspicion on my credibility, as well as further enable
them to keep me isolated. Now that the frame-up prerequisites were
satisfactorily out of the way, they were able to proceed with their
campaign of mental terrorism.
I began to receive, or hear, high frequency tones in my ears. Like
the test pattern on a TV set. The volume or intensity of these
frequencies is adjustable and some are so high and piercing that
they've literally had me climbing the walls. When I plug my ears
with cotton or fingertips, the tones are still inside and become
amplified. It's as if they had become electrified echo chambers with
the sounds coming from the inside out. When I complained or acted
out, I was beaten and thrown into a strip cell with no clothes,
mattress, toilet paper or drinking water. Nothing--and the intensity
of these frequency transmissions would be crescendoed to
maddening levels. Much mental distress! This is still being done to
me three shifts, 24 hours a day, and the combination of these
demoralizing mental torments and sleep deprivation for weeks on
end has exacted a heavy toll on me.
I began to write letters of complaint and question to various
medical and legal associations after the first four months. It proved
futile to complain to prison and state officials, as they are aware of,
and sanctioning this treatment, and did nothing but use my
complaints as a vehicle to further ridicule and aggravate me. It
required upwards of 50 letters before I finally acquired information
which gave me a clue as to just what kind of a predicament I was in.
Most people, it seems, are understandably reluctant to offer
assistance to a convicted person no matter how serious the
situation, and the majority of my letters went unanswered. No
telling if these letters were actually mailed, however, as prison
officials are notorious for misplacing inmate mail, and these people
are definitely trying to hinder my quest for information and support
in this matter. I subscribe to "U.S. News and World Report" which
recently printed an article concerning the workings of the human
mind. I did not receive this particular issue and became suspicious
after hearing guards make comments like, "I'll be damned if I'll give
it to him," so I had my father, who resides in New Hampshire, mail
me the article which contained the names of several brain research
scientists and their respective universities. The administration
obviously doesn't want me advising research people of my situation
here--and so that is just what I intend to do. Getting back to the
letters I had written requesting information, I was fortunate in that
the folks at the "Coalition for Prisoners' Rights Newsletter" located
in Santa Fe, New Mexico, were concerned enough by word of my
plight to conduct a little research which resulted in their sending
me reprints of three articles dealing with: Electromagnetic, and
Non-Ionizing Electromagnetic Radiation, and Radio Frequency
Weapons--which were published by "U.S. News," "The Nation" and
"The Atlantic" back in March 1987. I received this information
September 22, 1988, and thanks to those kind and conscientious
people, I now have some idea of how such things are being done to
me, and most importantly that such technology does exist.
These articles cover most of the mental and physical maladies I've
been experiencing for the past eleven months, with one major
exception, and I'll hopefully be able to use this information to gain
further insight as to what is going on, and to alleviate the hostilities
being waged against me. You cannot imagine what it has been like
confined to a cell 24 hours a day for almost a rear now, being brain
blasted by high frequency impulses--no respite, no place to hide,
and having not the lightest notion what was going on. All three of
these articles, "U.S. News" in particular, describe dire
consequences as a result of over exposure to various radiation and
frequency hazards, and I'm now most apprehensive as to how eleven
months of constant application, by whichever of these means it is
being done, might be affecting my cell chemistry and vital organs.
I'm sure you'll agree that I've stumbled headlong into the proverbial
hornets nest, but what I have told you thus far is only the lull
before the storm and is quite unremarkable in comparison to what
comes next. What they proceeded to do to me from approximately
the fifth month on is the exception I spoke of--and is so
unimaginable and seemingly preposterous that its very
ludicrousness is obviously one of their primary defense assets.
Even though I have been living with this incredible phenomenon for
months on end and have grown somewhat accustomed to what is
being done, as well as having resigned myself to the inevitability
that I have no escape from this torment as long as they choose to
inflict it, I still find great difficulty in believing this can be reality.
Getting an outsider to accept my allegations is going to be
something else altogether, and that's just what prison officials are
counting on.
For the climax in this series of weird events, I began to hear voices
in my ears. Voices that change pitch and timbre in contrast from
being a cartoonish high and squeaky, descending through the
octaves, including everything from sinister Darth Vadorish to
basically normal characteristics. The reception of these voices into
my inner ears is as vivid as though I were listening to a set of stereo
headphones, and they are able to mix, match, and blend them in
conjunction with the frequency tones creating a raucous cacophony
of audio discord that disheartens the soul. Now for the clincher.
The various effects of this device have been progressively increased
throughout this eleven-month onslaught, finally arriving at full
potential with the end result being that I am now having my brain
monitored by an omnipotent computerized mind reading or
scanning machine of some sort. No hoax, no illusion to what I'm
experiencing. These people have devised or acquired a specialized
unit that reads absolutely everything--physical as well as mental
functions, and are able to cause severe impairments and
dysfunctions via this remote-control scanning device. I have no
memory of having had anything of a physical nature done to me,
but it has somehow been contrived to "wire" me up to where they
have access to instant, and unerringly accurate comprehension of
even my most fragmented and fleeting thoughts. They are
attempting radical behavior modification and thought control by
means of an incessant, round the clock monitoring of my brain--
imposing the various punishments when my thinking or physical
actions fail to conform to what they are demanding of me.
Interesting concept, isn't it? "Big Brother" and the "Thought Police"
have most assuredly become reality.
This scheme of sleep deprivation, headaches, and audio torments is
relentless and being used to break down my resistance and wear me
to a mental frazzle, permitting no mental privacy, berating and
picking my thoughts apart, and attacking my mind with an
insidious tirade of sickening innuendo and threats. They are going
into my subconscious, or memory bank, bringing forth unpleasant
memories long ago forgotten, and I am being punished for past as
well as present indiscretions. I can think of anything from the past--
a friend or situation from 30 years ago for instance, and the voices
will provide names and particulars. I have repeatedly tested and
attempted to trick them on this. No way. They have better access to
what's in my head with this nefarious invention than I do. I can
converse with my antagonists merely by thinking what I wish to
say.... and I welcome you to the Twilight Zone!! How the hell is
this being done?? They are using those frequency impulses to
perpetrate some very vicious maltreatment on me. With the apparent
ease of manipulating a keyboard, they can, with a flick of the
switch, strip me of all energy and motivation to where I'm forced to
lie on my bunk and stare at the wall like a-zombie. I've been left in
this state for weeks at a time--literally chained to my bed without
the actual use of physical restraints, having not the energy to walk
back and forth in my cell even a few times. For almost the entire
eleven months I have continuously been made to feel low down and
chronically depressed. The effects of this device have been
cancelled on several occasions, instantly returning me to my normal
self, only to have the voices laugh and taunt, then reducing me to
the former state of despondent misery and confusion after an all too
brief reprieve. The most powerful of these frequency impulses is
jokingly referred to as the "Death Ray" by guards, and is so potent
it causes an intense physical sensation of having an electrical, or
magnetic force field combined with a vibrating tuning fork in my
head. Different parts of my brain are targeted by this thing, causing
a variety of mental and physical reactions. Sometimes I can feel it at
the base of my brain where it joins the spinal cord, other times up
in the frontal lobes, and it is in fact comparable to a lobotomy, as it
causes my brain to lock up and malfunction to where I cannot
concentrate or spell simple words. It actually blurs my eyesight and
fouls the air I expel from my lungs, giving it a metallic sulfurish
taste and odor. It's a God-awful feeling, I can tell you. They have, at
times, assailed me with this "Death Ray" in bursts ranging from
seconds to minutes, causing me to psychologically bounce up and
down like a human yo-yo. Lobotomies may have been outlawed in
the U.S.A., but they've sure found the perfect replacement, and I
don't see how this treatment can possibly be construed as anything
other than torture.
It is inconceivable to me that the technology of this awesome device
can be unique and possessed solely by the State of Utah, but I may
very well be wrong. When I first entered the prison in May, 1986,
one of the psychologists who conducted my initial classification
interview inquired as to whether I had ever heard "voices." That
seems to be the key word around here. This question was posed
almost a year before the "U.S. News" and other articles were
published, which seems unlikely, as the proficiency of the
apparatus I'm dealing with is sophisticated far beyond anything
scientists had apparently imagined in use at that time. I, of course,
didn't attach any significance to the question of voices back then,
but remember it well, and have since heard many references made to
people hearing "voices" by both inmates and staff, which would
indicate that these people were in possession of, and employing
this technology at least that far back. This is what prompts me to
wonder how they could have had such an innovative piece of
equipment in use, operating with apparent perfection of technique,
without the scientific and medical community in general being
aware of it. Quite a puzzle.
In defense of both my sanity and the veracity of my allegations, I
now relate part of a conversation I recently had with a prison paid,
but supposedly independent and neutral paralegal advisor. He
stated that he has received similar complaints from other inmates,
but that nothing can be done for lack of evidence. He said that one
inmate in particular has been placed on forced medication
(Prolixin) because of his hearing "voices," and unless I'm greatly
mistaken, I believe his words carried an unofficial warning for me.
At least two inmates that I know of have been badgered to the point
of having attempted suicide as a result of this mental torment, and
something stinks to the high heavens here! All of the staff, as well
as a number of inmates, are aware of what is happening, so I can't
fathom how it can remain, or even at this time, be a kept and closed
secret human nature being what it is. For the most part, I believe the
other knowledgeable inmates are intimidated and cowed for fear of
retaliation in the form of a mental torture routine such as I'm being
subjected to should they complain. Threats of additional time being
imposed by the Parole Board are also being used to coerce silence.
Tough odds to buck.
Prison officials deny that they are perpetrating any such activities
in response to formal inquiry but will grin and smugly indicate full
awareness when no witnesses are present. "Yes, we are doing this
to you, but no one will believe it, and you can do nothing to deter
us." This is the attitude they project, and they are engaging in a
conspiracy of inmate experimentation and exploitation that defies
description. The outside authorities who even made a pretense of
investigating my allegations were told I'm a habitual trouble maker
with a history of psychological problems, and that effectively
frustrates my attempts to have this situation looked into right there.
Who is to dispute the word of my law-abiding and honorable
keepers? How to verify and impress upon investigators the honesty
of my accusations? What concrete evidence do I have? Even a
group of inmates alleging corresponding facts are subject to
skepticism as prison officials will simply accuse them of collusion.
I'm being deliberately isolated from the inmates who would
collaborate my story, by the way--and legal organizations such as
the A.C.L.U., due to lack of substantiated proof and the absurdity
of this horror show, are hesitant to invest the time and effort
necessary to determine what is actually taking place at the hands of
these pious Mormon inquisitioners. I've seen them in action and
they are possessed of exceptional finesse in their ability to conceal
the true nature of matters and mislead outsiders with their upright
and holier than thou pretentiousness. It has been eleven months of
deception by prison officials, of nonstop elaborate harassments and
vicious mind games, and I would surely like to know just what
provocation I gave to warrant the infliction of such insane
mistreatment. No rhyme or reason--nor justification--either legal or
moral, to any of this. They are so very smug and secure in the belief
that they cannot be brought to account for these blatantly illegal
acts due to their well rehearsed methods of official denial,
isolation, and absence of witnesses, bogus psychiatric evaluations,
and of course, the fact that this mental torment is being
accomplished by a faceless machine, operated by anonymous
antagonists from an unknown location and distance. I overheard
one guard boast that the tactics they've employed have been so
extensive that no one would believe me anyway.
I was an Air Force brat, born in New Foundland and stubborn as a
Missouri mule. I suppose I could capitulate and eventually get these
people to cease and desist in this mental warfare, but I vehemently
resent and object to this flagrant invasion of the sanctity of my
mind and will be damned if I'll just sit here and allow them to go
unchallenged in this attempted programming and manipulation of
my brain and personality as though I were an experimental
laboratory animal. The judge sentenced me to serve an atonemental
amount of time for my crime and said nothing of corporal
punishments or mental torment and abuse when he passed
judgment. It is plain enough why they went to such extremes to set
me up for isolation and discredit my word. I have to shake my head
in incredulous dismay when I picture the outrageousness of the
circumstances I've been maneuvered into. I recently signed a release
form and obtained, acting through the paralegal I previously
mentioned, partial copies of both my administrative and medical
prison files. I was denied access to all of this material and told to
get a court order if I wished to see what was withheld. What I did
see, however, was enough to convince me that I'm dealing with
some highly unscrupulous people who will stop at nothing to
protect their conspiracy. The chronological notes contained in these
files bore a contrived and twisted mass of outright lies pertaining to
alleged conversations between myself and both psychological and
correctional staff. This deceit was expressly woven in harmony by
the various contributors to detract from my credibility and make me
appear unstable. There was, in fact, mention of obtaining a court
order to force treatment on me (Prolixin?), and I find it very sad,
and hard to believe, that this type of atrocious inhumanity is being
practiced in this country in this day and age. Equally hard to
understand is the fact that the state officials I have advised of this
situation, including the Governor, Attorney General, State Senate,
County Attorney, and Department of Corrections Personnel, all
choose to ignore and make light of these allegations, even though
there is strong indication of foul play due to the numerous
individual complaints made by inmates at this institution. I even
went so far as to challenge Warden Gerald Cook, and Gary Deland,
who is the Executive Director of the Department of Corrections, to
a $1500.00 wager as to the outcome of a polygraph test between
myself and prison officials to determine who is speaking the truth.
They have declined my invitation, of course, and I was threatened
with the possibility of disciplinary action for my proposal of illicit
gambling. This is a Mormon state, and there is a deep-rooted
conspiracy going on which apparently encompasses most, if not all
of the governmental structure. Can nothing be done?
It may very well prove impossible to bring legal action against these
people for what they're doing to me, but I fully intend to continue
my pursuit of the answers--and shall endeavor to expose this
malignant corruption for what it is. I firmly believe the truth must
eventually surface.
Any consideration you can give this matter--either assisting me
with information, suggesting responsible authorities from whom I
might elicit assistance, or possibly forwarding this letter to
someone who could cause investigation, and perhaps act to prevent
further retaliation by these people, would be ever so greatly
appreciated. This letter has been written in good faith, and I
sincerely hope you will treat it as such. If nothing else, I ask that
you at least accord me the courtesy of acknowledging receipt.
Sincerely,
David James Fratus
17886 Box 250
Draper, Utah 84020
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