All of UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright

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From: Sabine Hauer <no.conditions@T...>
Date: Sun May 12, 2002 1:44 pm
Subject: NEWS: Brian Davis' date - Richard Michael Cartwright's feelings
To: ABOLISH@M...


Brian Davis' date ? Richard Michael Cartwright's feelings

Today 5-6-02 I had a visit. Visits are always, well usually, something I
look forward to. Today was different. My brother, my friend, Brian E.
Davis has an execution date for 5-7-02! So his whole family was out
there to visit him!

Of course the purpose of my visit was to show my support for BD and his
family. BD's dad, mom, ex-wife, two sons and sister, aunts and uncles
were all there to show their undying love and support. Tears were
flowing freely by all. BD's dad more often than not, was with his head
in his arms on the table crying so strongly his whole body was shaking.
I was a trooper, or so I pretended to be until my visitor left (Thanks
for being here for me T baby). Then I broke down into tears. Yes me, the
heartless, cold-blooded, unrehabilitatable killer! Yes me, who will no
doubt be executed because I'm a man, so they say, who has no human
compassion and puts no value on human life!

Sometimes I wonder if the same people can look into their mirrors and
see the double standards they set? I digress. Let me get back on track.
I believe two main events out at visitation were the cause of my final
failure as my facade as "trooper" so to say 1. when Tracy, BD's ex-wife
(whom I've never met before this day but heard tons about through BD)
came to talk to me. She had love in her eyes and a broken heart in the
tears she fought so hard to hold back as we talked. Her undying love for
Brian and their sons touched my heart deeply. She has stood by BD and
made sure he saw his kids as often as possible. Now she must help her
boys through their fathers murder. Tracy whose face will both have me
and bring me peace for many months to
come.

The second event was to see BD's mother in such tears of pain and
helplessness, to see a mother's broken heart, I cry now as I recall.

Wow! I did not talk to BD's mom. I did not have the courage. I was there
when they all started to leave and when his mom turned around to blow
him a kiss. All I thought about was tomorrow, when she leaves and blows
him another kiss, that same motherly kiss, it will be the last time she
will see her son alive. In this I saw all the mothers before her to go
through this.

All the mothers after her who will go through this. I saw my mother and
all the pain and hurt that my execution will someday bring her. My
mother, the one person in my life who has stood by me in these past five
years with her undying love and support. How do I apologize to her for
what I foresee? I can't, no words will help.

I've just read what I wrote and it is sickly ironic, that all these
innocent people (BD's family and loved ones) will all become victims at
the time of his murder. "Justifiable homicide by the State of Texas".
Tomorrow, they will become victims in the name of "victims rights"! In a
society that demands BD's execution. To what purpose? Bring closure to
the victims family of the man they say he murdered? To that I ask how
does BD's family go about finding closure when the STATE murders him?

I would very much like feedback from any of you on this, negative or
positive. I realize this is my (a death row prisoner) perspective and
after all, I'm in societies eyes, a heartless cold blooded, beyond
redemption, remorseless killer, eh? My eyes must be surely tainted by my

own sins. We as society demand death in the name of victims rights, for
the death of a loved one. For closure? I guess BD spending the rest of
his life in prison gives no one closure. Who is heartless?

So the state of Texas will continue to set new records as a mass killing
machine in the name of justice, leaving even more victims in it's wake.
Where will the cycle of violence end?

I remain
Down & out in struggle
Richard Cartwright

Brian received a stay at the last moment ? no wonder my hair line is
receding! (smile)

CONTACT INFORMATION:
Richard Cartwright
# 999224
Polunsky Unit, Death Row
3872 F. M. 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
rich@d...

[sclcookie]

Richard Cartwright should be taking over Paul Colella's "Uncensored from Texas Death Row" after given the word....In the meantime, he's got an introductory article here (also located at http://www.1prison.com and articles ready to be uploaded):



WELL HELLO AGAIN! My name is Richard M. Cartwright AKA (Chi-Town). Some of you will hopefully remember me from Paul Colello’s Uncensored from Death Row.” Since than my best friend (Paul Colella) has been moved to population and will fell the Free-World sun on his face and grass between his toes. Paul, I love you Dog. Keep you head up!! I just recently sent Paul a letter asking if I could take over “Uncensored on Death Row” where he left off. Once I get his permission I will start my writing to expose the extremely torturous and humiliating circumstances we on the row presently face.

I have recently been placed back on the infamous F-Pod, Level III?? Why you ask? Because I cussed out an officer? Why? Because said officer cussed me out! When I went to court in Captain W Office (D.R. Captain), he said “How do you plead?” I told him guilty, but the reason I cussed out the officer is because he cussed me first. To this Capt. W says “Well you should expect that!” WHAT? This is the man who is completely responsible for the CO’s behavior, which they claim is professional! YEAH RIGHT! He said this on tape and in front of 3 other witnesses, one of whom was my substitute counsel Mrs. J! Verdict Guilty! Move on out inmate! Now a week later December 20th, 2004, they come to my cell and tell me to “pack up, you’re going to F-Pod!!” Well, there goes my special Christmas visit with my 8 year old daughter, Ricki, just like that. So of course I’m pissed, but decide what to do! I come out of my cell. I’m handcuffed from behind and walking towards F-Pod and just as we get there, I get slammed face first into the floor! Why? Let me read the case. Quote “Reduction from Level II to Level III for assaulting Sergeant P T, with no injury or weapon by grabbing his shirt in an aggressive manner causing a use of force.” Mind you all, I’m handcuffed behind my back with an officer holding an arm on both sides of me, yet I assaulted Sgt. P. T. Once the Rouge Captain W came to Death Row the Officers do no wrong, no matter the circumstances! The level of despair and frustration this causes knows no limits, none!! They think it is a joke. Oh Well. I don’t think it’s a joke. My daughter is not laughing. It is cruel!! That is the bottom line. I lost my special visit with my daughter, 2+ years without a case!!! I refuse to “except” any of this regardless of what Capt. W says. I will now start to stand up every time I see wrong doings, every time! I’m sick of frustration and hopelessness I often feel. I refuse to give the administration that kind of control. They took my visit with my daughter. They can hurt me no more that that. Well until I hear from Paul, I’m signing off, but not giving up!

In My Struggle,

R. Cartwright December 23, 2004

[jamally]

I look forward to reading more of Chi Town's posts. The posts from Paul were very informative.....and told me a lot about what one of my pen pals was going through. Seems they were in the thick of it together most of the time. And all the best to Paul. I read about him a few months ago. Fantastic.

[sclcookie]

Welp we are official (or we will be this weekend if thing go as I plan). Paul Colella sent his letter and an introductory article to introduce Richard Cartwright, inmate #999224, inmate on Texas' Death Row to take of UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW.

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UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW



THE TORCH PASSES



15 January 2005



Hello my friends; bet you didn’t think I’d ever write again, but here I am once again. It’s been some time and a lot has happened in my life since leaving the Row.



The most recent being, as many of you already know, my mother, Mary Curtis, passed away November 24, 2004. Many of you will remember her being a great courageous fighter against the injustices, the inhumane treatment of our loved ones on the Row and a voice in the darkness crying out as I sat inside F wing while 5 guards pummeled me from all sides.



Not only did the movement lose a fighter, we lost a loving and compassionate woman who was instrumental in educating and encouraging others. It has been one of my greatest trials bar none and my tears continue to fall at my loss.



But I do not languish in despair. I do not live in sadness because I know she wouldn’t want that. She would want me to continue to fight, continue to speak out about that which she was so passionate about and so I will. I will carry on.



I want to thank all of you who wrote letters of condolence and those of you on the Row who signed the card Rich Cartwright passed around; all meant so much to me and I am very grateful to all of you.



Now to the business at hand.



It seems the administration on Death Row is once again allowing the Ranking officials there do all of the things that they were doing there in 2001/2002, including humiliating, degrading and physically abusing the men there.



A Captain W has been calling men bitches, punks and other degrading names and just being all around mean. If he is doing it himself, then we know that he is allowing the Guards there to do the same things.



I was asked by Richard Cartwright who many of you know was the catalyst for the protest in 2002, if he could take over my Uncensored Column and of course I gladly pass on the torch.



I ask all of you to please, please pay attention to this; he may not write in the same style or be as articulate, but I have every faith in his ability to convey to you the troubles they are experiencing and I pray that you will show him the same encouragement and support that you gave to me.



Gloria, Dave, Nancy and all of the movement, please help them.



In Solidarity and Struggle

Paul R. Colella
1180878
Darrington Unit
54 Darrington Rd.
Rosharon, TX77583

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UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright December 24, 2004





3:35 a.m. - I’m pacing my cage, 1, 2, 3, turn, 1, 2, 3, turn. It’s Christmas Eve and I pace. My emotions alternate from love to hate, pain to rage, hurt to confused. I pace trying to outrun the BEAST WITHIN. The beast made of my pain and hurt. There is no room for pity or sadness in here. No understanding of love from the powers to be….just pace my cage on Christmas Eve and keep my demons away.

I’m at a breaking point. I don’t know when I will fight, but fight back I must. One can only be pushed and cornered for so long. You either snap back and fight or break. I will not let them break me. They lost all their bargaining chips when thy took away my special visit with my daughter. Nothing else can be held over my head.

As I pace and write I think back and see how the conditions here on the row have steadily gotten worse day by day! New restrictions, more rules from prisoners. No one else has rules to follow.

We sit passively by as we wait our turn to be slaughtered. Why? For commissary? For our radio? That is what it boils down to!

Me, it was the special visits from my family, the real reason form my passivity. I’ve tried, but now I try no more! I will not be pushed 1 inch!!! Broken toilets, cold showers, nasty dog-type food! Dirty, filthy, stinking Pods that no one wants to clean.

I do not regret these last couple of years of being passive and most likely I would have been able to continue my blind-eyed-ways through the last year or so of my life. I tried, but now I pace, hoping to hold at bay my aner, heart and pain….turning all into a rage against this DEATH MACHINE they call TEXAS.

I almost feel relieved or rare I say “FREE”? I am my own destiny and I choose to take you all on the ride with me through what’s left of my life. Hold on tight and fasten your seat belt. This will not be pretty. I will pull no punches. No softened truths. Just write it raw and how I see it. My own not-so-personal diary of my little hell on earth. Do I deserve it? Some say “Yes”! Are they wrong? Who am I to say!

This is not just about me, but it is about a society called Death Row. A society put together by you the Free-World Voters. A necessity? Who’s to say?

Do not doubt that we are our own society! Upside-down and backwards as it may seem to you guys out there, be are a dysfunctional society. As motley as a crew we are.

I’ve seen far more love and compassion in here than I’ve ever seen in the free-world! Struggling in the throws of Death to redeem one-self. To come to terms with yourself. To forgive yourself. To die bit by bit slowly each day, betting closer to death. Each execution on step closer to YOU!!! Not so slowly at the POLUNSKY UNTI DEATH HOUSE though!

Prisoners kill themselves on a regular basis!! This is fact not fiction. Then there are the ones who fid escape through insanity! You think it is an act? Soam say “Yes”! Tell that to the man who cut his penis off. Or the many men who live in their cages and play in their own bodily wastes!

The guards just laugh and ignore them. Voices of the haunted. Voices of the mad. This cage is made to break ones will to live and save the State of Texas millions of dollars on appeals. Because we (prisoners) volunteer to drop our appeals and get executed! Just a state sanctioned suicide, eh? Dr. Kevorkian, anyone? However the state may want to sugar-coat it. I’m just calling a spade a spade!! ASSISTED SUICIDE SAVES THE STATE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS. GOD BLESS TDCJ! They hold the power of life or death in their hands through their chosen actions. Think about the above stqtaement…I feel like I’m playing cards with a stacked deck. I know it’s stacked, but have to try anyway. What other choice do I have? Assisted suicide? That will never happened.

Well, I’ll sign off for now….need to write some letters….

In Struggle R. Cartwright
999224
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

[Kyla]

SCLcookie, thanks for sharing.
So sad That anyone has to live in conditions like that.

[momhurting]

SCLcookie Thanks for sharing. I think that breaks
my Heart to know how you live in cages. You are in my prayers.

[sclcookie]

UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright </B>December 25 to 26, 2004





Dec 25

It is Christmas Day! Merry Christmas to all and God Bless you and you families. I spent most of my day thinking about my little girl and hoping she had a wonderful holiday along with the rest of my family out there.

Of course Christmas day on the row is no reason to stop the abuse or insanity. My neighbor, Donald N AKA “Lizerd”, one of the infamous Texas 7 is coming back from his Christmas visit with a 5 man extraction team wheeling him on a gurney!! Merry, Merry Christmas Donald!!!

I asked Lizard what happened. After visit policy is a “strip search” in the legal cage! Why? Who knows? You visit over the phone with bullet-proof glass between your visitor and yourself…anyway. I digress…When Lizerd was just in the legal cage and un-cuffed he asked “to speak to the Captain”! They asked “what for?” Lizerd said “personal reasons, not everyone’s business”. This place is like a damn gossip column for real. The powers to be told Lizard the Lt. Griffin was the highest rank on the farm.

Now Lizard told me “I’ve been in this system off and on since 1979 and worked many jobs that required me to be ready 24 hours a day and have had Captains pull me out too many times to count, so I know they always have a at least a Captain available.”

Anyway Lizerd refused to come out of the legal cage and the “Goon Squad” 5 man team was used to extract him by a “use-of-force.” Of course they did not use the usual tear gas and pepper spray on him because they did not want to stain the “pretty white walls” in the main hallway! They must make sure that it stays presentable for tours! (NOTE HERE: there are 6 pods on Death Row A-Pod – F-Pod. Now A-Pod is all newly painted and properly cleaned religiously. Why? Because that is the “Show Pod” for tours and media…The rest of the pods are dirty and smelly.) The use-of-force was of course dirty as they all are. They put the handcuffs on sideways so they dig into you nerve and bones. On as tight as possible. Same with the leg shackles.

Why did Donald feel the need to go to this extreme? He has been filing paper (grievances) on these people for years about unsanitary cells…(See, at first they moved all members of the Texas 7 once a month for security reasons, i.e. harassment…then it was 1 per day for 3 weeks and now it is 1 or 2 x a week!!!) Moving into cells full of human waste…..!!

He would have kept fighting with just paper, but on October 15, 2004, they violently assaulted prisoner N while he was handcuffed behind his back on the run refusing to go into a cell that was filthy.

I asked prisoner N to write in his own words what happened on October 15, 2004.

Donald N AKA Lizerd:

"On October 15, 2004 as I was brought out of the shower I saw 3 Sgt., a Lt., and a handful of COs (Non-ranking Officers). I was informed to pack my property because I was moving.

As I was packing I showed Sgt. P the grievence I won which is GR. # 2004008074 wich clearly state the requirement of the ranking officer in charge to properly search and sanitize any cell they are moving a prisoner into! This is for disease control and also for security reasons. The above #2004008074 grievance was signed off by Warden A.” (Mr. N also has stated Death Row Warden J also signed off on 2 grievances about the same security disease threat.)

“Now as they moved me or tried to move me to FF-71 Cell I noticed the cell was filthy. Mind y’all, this is a constant battle seeing I’ve been moved 56 times just this year ALONE!!! So I stopped at the door and advised Lt. K (who is now Captain K) of the proper policy and procedures that need to be followed before moving me into this cell. Lt. K walked in the cell, walked out and said ‘Put him in the cell’. I locked my legs and refused to move.

TDCJ allows a prisoner who is in imminent fear or bodily injury or safety to refuse an order! Without repercussions. With aids, Hepatitis C, Bronchitis floating around this camp….I had good reason to not want to enter this filthy cell.

Lt. K told the officers to stop until a camera came! (Policy states: Any use of force must be taped and a 5 man team suited up in ’Combat Protection Gear’ if at all possible.) Lt. K stated ‘Warden A is not here. I’m running this and you will go.’

In the mean time Captain W come storming down the run, walked past me and told the guards ‘Put the Punk in his cell.’ (Now the term ‘punk’ in prison means a person who was forced to perform sexual favors on other men. Very degrading and unprofessional.) Now in that one statement he violated a few rules.
1) No attempt of intervention to try and reason the matter through by talking. (Work wonders Wickersham)
2) Called Prisoner Newbury a Punk. Provoking the situation more.
3) Authorized a use-of-force with no video camera and no extraction team.
Of course by the time the use-of-force (punches, kicks, arm bending) ended the camera was finally there at the very end! Convenient, eh?

Then Capt. W violated more policies and procedures by taking it upon himself to cancel my approved visit, leveling me at Level III status. A Captain alone can NOT change a prisoner’s status. That has to go through the proper channel which is (DRCC) Death Row Classification Committee. Just another ‘I’m Above the Law’ Rogue Move by out Rogue Capt. W. I grieved this issue also and low and behold, the grievance was ‘lost’ and the time frame to file ran out! (God Bless the ‘Good Ole Boyz ‘Sys. Of Justice in TDCJ.)

Now I know what it means when they wear their TDCJ issued hats that way ‘We take care of our own’. H***, sounds like something for a street gang, eh?

Now I have had 4 use-of-forces since than because I refuse to lie down for the ‘Master’ and all his puppets!

Here is a funny bit of irony for y’all. Now remember this all started with them saying they must move me every 7 days….well my first 9 ½ weeks on Level III (which is the highest security risk status there is) I was not moved at all!!! I guess they only move me once a week when it does not inconvenience them, but me. So that tells me they are just playing games with me. This is not security. It’s a dog and pony show!!!

Thanks for Reading My words

Donald N
AKA LIZERD”

Dec. 26

It is 3:00 a.m. and I just received my pathetic breakfast tray!! One spoon, yes on tablespoon of instant eggs and 1 tablespoon of applesauce and 2 hockey-pucks or biscuits and a carton of milk! I’m starving here so I have decided to jack my breakfast try.

Now policy states that they get a 5 man extraction team, gas me, run in on me and get the tray before a weapon can be made. Instead they spend 2 hours trying to talk me out. 6 a.m. come and second shift leaves and no I’m 1st shifts problem. Can you say passing-the-buck?

Now I’ve heard nothing so far and it is close to 10 a.m. Plenty of time to make a weapon out of a sharp and sturdy plastic tray, which I do no do!!

Anyway lunch comes around and they don’t feed me ANYTHING!!! Now it is a federal law that you cannot keep food from a prisoner for a punishment. They are suppose to come get the tray by any means necessary and put me on Food Loaf for 7 days! (What is Food Loaf? Well, they basically take a tray of food in a blender, grind it up and bake it into cornmeal.) Food Loaf is disgusting but the corn meal fill you up. That’s why I want it! Damn shame I’m so hungry I want to eat a nasty food loaf instead of what the powers to be claim is a well balanced and nutritional meal! Yeah because Sgt. L tells them not to.

Well, I finally agree to give them the tray and get on Food Loaf. I now wonder how long they would have starved me. If that is not cruel and unusual punishment, what is? Sounds like a Nazi Concentration Camp.

You see how this is working, we have the Rogue Capt. W who does what he pleases. All the Rank below him see this and do as they please. Now Major Nelson, sho is above Capt. W just ignores it all, I-60’s, grievances…and turns a blind eye. She knows exactly what all her ranking officers below her do. It is so frustrating to be put in a no-win situation as this but to give-up or give in is just not an option for me anymore. They are going to kill me. I can’t get my special visits….nothing else matters to me at this point!!! I’m really trying to hold it together!

In Struggle and Solidarity R. Cartwright
999224
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

[softheart]

Anyone who wants to read Richards accounts can go to, you can read all the updated versions on the website.

http://www.1prison.com/

softie

[sclcookie]

UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright </B>December 28 to 29, 2004





Dec. 28

All is quiet, like before the storm….

Dec. 29

Noon –
Knock, knock, knock, Cartwright, hey Cartwright. You going to Court? Yeah, give me a minute. I’m going to court for the “Assault” on Sgt. T and Possession of a shank (weapon) Kangaroo Court”. “How do you plead Offender Cartwright 999224?” “I plead Insanity” “You can’t plead Insanity. You can plead Guilty, Not Guilty or no plea.” “Capt. B, my plea is Insanity.” He laughs and wrights “None” in the space; 30 days cell restriction!!

Now I’m being escorted back to my cell and just stop on the run. Why? I’m just fed up!! Releasing or trying to release my frustrations. Time for another use-of-for. At this time more officers are called and a video camera is present. Sgt. H fails to follow procedures and fails to have a 5 man team suit up…..to much paperwork I suppose. They forcefully put me on the floor and shackle me legs, than forcefully lift me up onto a gurney and wheel me to my cell. No paperwork? No case? Did not happen! Convenient to say the least. No problems here says TDCJ!

Anytime they put a use-of-force, they are supposed to suit up!! They truly have no rules, but we must follow them all. No rules for them. They hold all the aces. But we must keep trying just to survive the constant injustices placed upon us…

Now as I come wheeled back on the gurney they go to get Donald N for court. Now I don’t know how or why, but Mr. N and I have seemed to be feeding off of, or into each others hopeless frustrations. Misery loves company? Strength in numbers? I don’t know, but I take comfort in the camaraderie we now share. It take a little of the hopelessness out of the frustration.

Anyway 30 minutes later and Mr. N is being brought in on a gurney! I have to laugh or else I’ll cry. I know how he feels. I know what he is going through and, more importantly, he knows how I feel. 2 men fight the entire system! Can we win? Never! Can we survive? Maybe!

What is hardest is the pain and worry we cause to our loved ones, family and friends….who I can say al least for myself, are the only reason I still have the strength to go and keep on fighting. For the love and happiness I find in my daughter’s laughter, for my mother, who has never left my side, even when given reason too, and to Melissa for stealing my heart and teaching me how to love again, my friends, Missy, Suzanne, Sandy, Y’all bring so many smiles to me, my sister and her house full of kids and the endless humorous stories you send. Thank you all for your love and support, for all your kindness.

It is 5:10 p.m. and Sgt. L just brought N a case for today’s little use-of-force, but brought me none! Oh well, just proves a point! They have no rules or regulations to follow. Two prisoners do the same thing on the same day and 1 gets a case and 1 does not! “TDCJ Logic” ? Oxymoron.

Keeping the Spirit Free R. Cartwright
999224
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

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UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright </B>December 29, 2004 continued





“Dear Joan,

I want to say I know this is hard. You live the battle often worse than I by not knowing from minute to minute. Thank you for your strength and support and for the love I never had before you.

I Love You. Keith L.

Donald Keith N

Dec. 29 cont….

Lt. G told his officers NOT to shower me. He gave no reason what-so-ever according to CO S and SO W. Rogue Rank at Polunsky Unit Death Row is out of control Lt. G also refused to feed me at breakfast time. Punishing me for what? I broke no rules! I have a security box on my bean-slot. At no time are both doors to be opened, so where is the threat?
Here is procedure:
1) Open top of security box and place tray inside.
2) Close and lock top of security box.
3) Once top is secured open side slot for prisoner to get his food tray out.
4) Once done, secure and lock side slot!!
Yet Sgt. S refused to feed me saying “Sit on you bunk inmate!” Like I’m a freaking dog!! Sit Boy, Sit! That is ONLY Policy for cells without security boxes, than again what is a Rogue Sgt.? Capt’s, Lt’s, Sgt’s, no rules for them. Sgt. S already lost his Sgt. S once on another unit. So they bring him to Death Row as a CO IV for a couple of weeks and give his rank back. I will try my best to find out why he lost his stripes in the first place.

No shower! No food!! Man this sucks and I’m starving. Now when they refuse to feed me, Mr. N (who does not have a security box) stuck his hand out of the food-slot to prevent Sgt. S from closing it.

Now Policy states that when a prisoner has a slot “jacked” No more slots should be open and that prisoner shall be watched at all times ‘til said slot is secured. Of coarse Sgt. S just left, N, the slot, served the rest of 2 Row and than came downstairs and fed the rest of 1 Row!! Captain W has let all rank and officers under him out of control. No structure! How are we supposed to know where we stand? One day this is a rule, the next day it is something different. Chaos reins the Death Row ranks and officers all at Capt. W will. Why is Major N allowing this? I don’t know. Call her and find out!!! Please call.

Back to N and the jacked slot! N gave it back one Lt. G finally came on the pod. Still N should have gotten a major disciplinary case and 7 days food-loaf. (I’m glad he did not!!) The reason he did not is because that would mean paperwork for Lt. G shift and with paperwork, questions are asked! Why did Newbury jack the slot? Why did you not feed or shower Cartwright?

This all started when Capt. W came to take over Death Row!!! One person starts an avalanche of trouble. I have “The Death Penalty”. I really do not with so spend what little time I have left fighting these people, nor will I stand-down while they steadily screw me over. I can only speak for myself. I know many feel the same way I do, but we are all made differently and handle things differently!

Well, thanks again for “listening”. I better close her for now before Suzanne starts getting mad at me! Thanks again Suzanne and James for all your help and support. You are 2 very special people.

Until Next Time, R. Cartwright
999224
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

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UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright December 31, 2004 to
January 1, 2005


Dec. 31

6:20 a.m.-
Once again my mail has not been picked up and processed this morning! It is
still sitting in my door where I left it. I’ve been trying to mail the same
four letters out since Monday the 27th!! Melissa, Mom, Suzanne and Paula,
please forgive the delay. It is by no means intentional!

Well, let’s see if I can find out what’s up. I hollered over the run just
now and Ivan C and Mr. N said they both had mail going out on the
31st that was not picked up. This is Bull----!! They push and push! They
want a reaction? I will give them one.

7:30 a.m.-
Shower time Cartwright. Officer W and Officer P tell me to
strip-out, do the dance, lift testicles, raise arms, run fingers through
hair, turn around spread you butt-cheeks, lift your feet, show the
bottoms….put you boxer shorts on, squat down, put your hands out behind you
to be handcuffed. The bean-slot on our steel-door is approx 2 ½‘ from the
floor so as I do this the officer (don’t know which one, my back is turned)
puts the handcuff on one hand and starts to put the other one on. I jump
forward pulling the cuffs, the dog leash and the officer with me. I end up
with the handcuffs and dog leash. This is called “Jacking the Cuffs”. Sgt.
T is called and I explain what’s up! He is not in charge of mail….so
I say right on, suit it up! We all know shit rolls down hill. So I cause
them enough grief. They will get on the mailroom too!

1 hour later here comes Rogue Captain W, Lt. R, Sgt. T
and Five Man Extraction Team (i.e. 5 men in body armor, helmet, gas masks
and a shield). 1 man is Officer M (approx. 240 lbs.), 2nd man Big “C”
(approx. 300 lbs.), 3rd man Officer S (about 200 lbs.), 4th man Officer
S (another one, 240 lbs.) and 5th man Officer D (190 lbs.). They
come stomping in here like Li’l Troopers, very intimidating (sarcasm people,
sarcasm). Sgt. T gives me 2 orders to relinquish the hand restraints,
strip-out or chemical agents will be utilized! I fail to comply so they
blast my cell with pepper spray and tear gas!

S***!! I live in a cement box, the ventilation is shut off during a
use-of-force. My eyes water, breathing through a…..wet sock. Convict’s gas
mask. It doesn’t matter. Adrenaline is kicking in and I know this was going
down this way.

They spray, wait 5 minutes, then give me 2 more orders and spray again! As
soon as they spray the second shot the door rolls open, D***!! CAUGHT ME
SIDEWAYS AND FLATFOOTED. They usually wait 5 more minutes, 2 more orders and
than fun in. They got down this time!

The team gets in a few shots (That is the name of the game.), handcuff and
shackle me, pull me out the cell. M, 1st man, got my left arm. Who knows
who got what else. Now mind you, my hands are cuffed behind my back, my legs
are shackled and the weak bastards slam me to the floor AGAIN!! RIGHT ON!!!
I start yelling and cussing telling what they all have blah…blah…blah…I’m
burning, I’m sore, I’m pissed.

Nurse comes, asks how I feel! I say I feel like a teenager! They take 4
photos and put me back in my cell, lay me flat on the ground, take off the
leg shackles and than start to remove the handcuffs, telling me not to move!
You got to be kidding me! One cuff comes off, I’m on my way up and swinging.
Of course they slam me right back down and place all the restraints back on
me. Another nurse, more photos. 2 use-of-forces in 10 minutes.

Now here is the issue. I told them put me in my cell, take the shackles off,
get out and I gave them my word. I’d go to the bean-slot and give up the
cuffs, but I will not lay on the floor and be punked-out. Now Sgt. T
asked Lt. R if that was cool. R and T both know I may get out
there but my word is GOLDEN. I refuse to break it. Of course Rogue Capt.
W said “No”. So once again I’m on the floor. These fools take off
my shackles and I start kicking and thrashing and bending. I yell out “You
are gonna have to break something. F-you” and just going as hard as I can on
the floor, hand-cuffed and 5 men on top of me.

Finally Rogue Capt. W agrees to let me have my way on my word. I do
what I say. The use-of-force is terminated. Now let’s see if my mail goes
out Monday. If not, we will Rock’N’Roll some more.

Jan 1, 2005

Happy new year! YEAH RIGHT!! If you have a release date or parole, it is one
more calendar behind you. One more calendar closer to the Free World.

On Death Row, It is one more calendar closer to death. One more year for me
to watch my beautiful daughter grow up in photos. She’ll be 8 years old on
Jan. 17th. One more year to see the pain, worry and hurt in my mother’s eyes
or hear them in her written words. One more year I’ve watched the State of
Texas Kill 26 more men in the name of “BLOOD-JUSTICE”.

8 years I’ve been doing this and the effects are overwhelming. Numbness is
the best way to describe it. We live in death, facing her everyday as those
around us get executed.

Then there are those who can’t handle our private and personal hell. Those
they are finding hanging in their cells. Cutting their wrists, swallowing
handfuls of pills to bring the pain and torture to an end.

Then there are one who find freedom in their insanity! Playing in their own
bodily wastes. Yelling at their inner demons for release.

Happy New Year INDEED!!!

I know a lot of you people say “who care?! Bunch of murderers crying about
fair-play!” My penalty is Death. I accept this. At this point I embrace it.
Just leave me alone until my time comes.

2005 is the year they will kill me, unless some kind of miracle takes place.
I do not wish to be on Level III, very limited visits and an empty cell,
mattress, sheet, legal work and writing supplies. But I will not be treated
like some kind of piece of dirt to stay on Level I!! I have to be able to
look at myself in the mirror everyday and live with who I am and what I’ve
done.

Well I now have about 14 pages going to James and Suzanne, who both work and
have enough kids to start an army! HA! HA! HA! Thanks a lot guys. I mean
that. Hey James. You should thank me. Without all this writing, you and
“Suzie Q” will just be making more babies!! HA! HA! HA! Damn Right I’m
Jealous.

In Struggle and Solidarity
I remain
R. Cartwright
AKA
Chi-Town
999224
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

[sclcookie]

UNCENSORED FROM TEXAS DEATH ROW by Richard Cartwright January 1, 2005
Continued

Jan 1

4:45 p.m.- We just had another incident due to lack of professional behavior
by the 2 COs working. Officer ****and Officer ****. They are running
showers and just decided to go from my cell, 73 cell, to 75 cell, skipping
over RH, in 74 cell. Why? I guess because they can, or
they don’t like him, or for fun. I do not know.

R beats on his door asking, well screaming about a shower. The officers
laugh at him. To them this is entertainment, breaking the boredom of their
day.

R wants to speak to some rank (i.e. Sgt., Lt, Capt., whatever). Of
course said officers aren’t trying to hear it and just move on, refusing to
call rank.

R then starts a huge fire!!!! Smoke and flames everywhere. Fire alarm
ringing. Oh yeah, he is gonna get some rank now. Now Officer **** and
**** come to put out the fire with the fire extinguisher. But one that is
done, they start to shoot the fire ext. into R’s cell just for more
laughs. The fire was on the run outside his cell. Ruining personal property,
books, photos….R starts chunking p***-water on them. Oh they just
stopped laughing now. Amazing!!

Sgt. ***** comes down and asks what the F#@! is going on. R tries to
explain in his broken English that the officers are trying to jack him for
his shower. Sgt. ***** asks his officers about this and they say “we did
not V.R. (verbally refuse) his shower, we just missed him in the
line-up…blah…blah.” So all is said and done. We will shower. NOT QUITE!

Now Sgt. ***** tell H he has to let the Sgt. Search his cell
because once you throw on an officer you get put on 30 Day Container
Restriction (i.e. no cups, shampoo bottles, milk cartons). So Officer *****
and **** moves to the wall while handcuffed behind his back
while Sgt. ****** searches his cage.

Now as they escort H by my cell Officer **** jerks H’s
right arm. So H jerks his arm back and says “What’s your problem? Me
got no p---- you b----.” ***** says “Do that again and you will eat
concrete”.

Very tough indeed. Mr. H is 5’3” tall and is handcuffed wearing a
pair of shower slides (flip-flops). Harper is a good 6’2”-6’3” and 250 lbs.
What is he trying to prove? H won’t back down!

Sgt. ***** hears the commotion and comes out and brings H back to
his cage. His container-free-cage now.

About 40 minutes later Sgt. T comes back and tells H that
Warden J place him on 72 Hour Property Restriction. This means NOTHING
IN YOUR CELL. NOTHING. No mattress, sheets, clothes, NOTHING. I guess that
is the easiest way to prevent fires, eh?

The Officers sure aren’t going to be punished. Just H. If the
Officers were not messing with him, there would be no reason to start fires.
We pay no matter what. So the 2 Officers are standing behind Sgt. T just grinning and smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

Hernandez refuses to come out so now T has to go get a Five Man Team
to get him out. Mr. H does not plan on making the team run-in-on
him, but wants to aggravate the rank and officers a little bit. They have to
go suit up in their gas-infested body armor, helmets, masks. That is 5
officers, than usually one female officer running the camera. About 2-3
bystanders watching the show and Lt. ****. All with better things to do I’m
sure.

H comes out and they take all his property.

Really it does not matter. If H needs ranks, one of us down here
will start a fire for him. This is F-Pod. This is the one Pod on Death-Row
where a convict can count on Unity of Convicts around him. We care not for
commissary and will not sell-each-other-out for a radio.

Ok, another day in paradise. I hope we have a quiet day tomorrow. Thanks for
listening. If you give a damn, call up Warden J, Major N, or go
above their heads and complain about the unfair treatment.

In Struggle and Solidarity
I Remain
R. Cartwright
999224
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 S.
Livingston, TX 77351

On a good note:

Saturday, Jan. 1

10:15 p.m.
WELL OLE LIZERD HAD A VISIT WITH HIS WIFE! He came back looking like a
love-struck-puppy!! HA! HA! HA! On level III we are only allowed one 2 hour
visit a month. That is the hardest sacrifice. I just wanted to say “Thank
You” to Joan (Lizerd’s wife) for standing by him and making sure he knows he
is loved! Joan, if you could have seen the smile on his face as he came
through the gate of F-Pod-F-Section. There could be no doubt that man is
head over heels in love with you. Love conquers all.

God Bless and Good Night.

[abelle]

Thanks for sharing this, it makes me sick!
Respectfully,
A.