No time to relax
| You know, whenever I get even moderately complacent, the Drug Policy Alliance is always there to remind me that we're so thoroughly screwed right now that it's kind of hard to believe:
It's the day after Christmas in 2001. You're 21 years old. After finally putting your 18-month-old daughter to sleep, you're relaxing in your favorite recliner, nodding off in the flickering light of the television show you're only half-watching and the string of Christmas lights around your front window. When you hear the sounds of someone trying to kick in your door, you run to your daughter's bedroom; when someone does break in and kick down her bedroom door, you shoot. It turns out the man you shot is the (white) police chief's son, and as he dies of internal bleeding en route to the hospital you (a black man) are arrested, beaten so badly your bleed from your ear for a week, and are put on death row for five years (until a judge overturns what was a wrongful sentencing). The drugs the cops were looking for (using a warrant that named no one in your household) were never found. This is the case of Mississippian Corey Maye, who is still locked up.
Or: you are 57 years old, getting ready for work in mid-May 2003. It's shortly after six in the morning. A battering ram breaks down your door, and in gets tossed a flash grenade. You can't breathe, you're coughing, and the police don't believe you - they're looking for a stash of drugs and guns they'll never find. Taking no notice of your worsening condition, they handcuff you, and in little more than an hour, though you're finally on the way to the hospital, the heart attack caused by this traumatic violation takes your life. This was Alberta Spruill, a church volunteer and city worker in Harlem.
Or it's November 2006. You're a fierce 92-year-old woman, frightened by the sounds of someone prying off the burglar bars that cover your front door, but determined to protect your home: when your door is broken down you fire one shot at the intruders, before being shot 39 times, handcuffed and left to die while the police (who are the intruders, and as it turns out, have broken down the wrong door) realize their mistake and plant drugs in your basement. This was Kathryn Johnston of northwest Atlanta; two of the cops responsible for her death pled guilty to manslaughter last year, and a third was recently convicted of lying in the cover-up.
Yep, the hits just keep on coming.
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one of thems right here. where the hell are you.
oh, wait. i think i already know. get a job beaner.
I can't because I have no money to do so. I watch others as they get ready to go and knowing the situation I sneak out and find myself lost in a place i thought was America but begin to think I am in a communist country. I see all these people from the Dino Constance "Murder for hire" case get paid all this money and why did they get that money, Me, Ricci Castellanos gave them that everyone who worked on his case and the people who will oversee him for the rest of his life. Then there's the guy who hit me in Fred Meyer's parking lot all the party's involved from the ambulance company who has taken me to the hospital at least 6 times at 848.00 each time, the surgeon who took my gallbladder,the mental hospital i stayed for a month at 3000.00 a day,the ADAPT program for its outpatient program at 2000.00 a day, my meds,emergency room visits anyway its getting close to the 150.000 dollar allotted from crimes victim when all they had to do was pay for my hospital stay when i was hit by Andrew A. Bartholomew the driver of the Chevy blazer because I was working making 42.77 an hour as a job site superintendent. I am seeing over a million dollars paid out and still being paid out and it was all because I chose to save a woman's life and then again try and help another lady who was pushed by a shoplifter. If I was to get some kind of payment I would be able to get my own place with a calendar and mark those events I want to go to. i would be able to hopefully get off these meds and feel like a normal person. I feel so lost and I shake all the time because I am scared that someone wants to hurt me. Since the arrest of Dino I have been beat up three different times for being a RAT, and those were from people i did not know. If someone gave me 53 years I would have nothing to lose, I would make sure who gave it to me dies. I would make sure he is taken away from his loved ones as he did to me. I am scared of the police here because I am making an issue of them not letting me know I had rights as a witness to be protected from harm and threats. They did nothing but set me out there to be victimize by both sides. I guess i rambled long enough, i am sorry. I don't go anywhere and I am sad because I don't have anyone anymore but people getting paid for me to ride my bike to all the appointments (hoops) and it makes for along bike ride. The bike I have is one I put together and it is not even a adult bike my 1200.00 bike was stolen from Fred Meyer's the night I was taken to the hospital after being hit and no-one wants to help me there either, but you know what I have never missed a appointment (hoop) because I have to do this all by myself I live and breath this damn mess and I am so tired i don't want this in my head no more I want to be loved by a real woman I want to have feelings like I use to, I want to be touched not hit by people who care. Please I am begging you as a humane being to not let this go unjust.
Thanks so very much for even giving me the hope that someone like yourselves can and will see that the right decisions are made. I lived by the law of the land, what gives others the right not to do so even when they are the ones who wrote these laws?
Sincerely,
Ricci D. Castellanos
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I forgotten to inform you the Clark County Prosecutors Office when I was their Key witness that they as prosecutors never did inform me that I had rights as a witness. That I was to be protected from harm and threat to be informed of all court proceedings involving Dino Constance. That i ws to be protected from having to talk to investigators but I was tricked by investigator to talk to him about another case i was involved in back in 1995 the Happy face killer Kieth Jesperson. He was my cell mate and I was the first one he told about the 8 murders he had done. I was the one who went to the Multnomah County Sheriffs and Told them about Tanya Bennent. I was the one who got the two people that were in prison for 5 years for her Murder. Yes I see a good chance for Dino to win his appeal and what would it look like that this ric castellanos has lost his mind? Yea they sure did protect me as you can see.
I don't know what I am going to do it seems like everyone has their own agenda and I guess when it comes to me am not part of it. I want so much to be happy but I am very alone. I met with the two ladies from Clark County VA and they met with me at the hospital where I was a patient at Station Two. It was nice of them to bring me a 50.00 Winco card, I used it to buy bathroom and other house cleaners. I am a compulsive cleaner inside and out and I believe I get that from growing up in foster homes and groups homes when I was younger. I am 49 years old and I have always wanted nothing but for someone to be proud of me. Do you know what it is like to grow up in 5 or 6 or even 7 homes a year? I bet not. Let me tell you a little about growing up in a home that is not yours. First of all when the women from the State Welfare Office pulls up and you recognize them you know that they are there to take you away and for no reason as a kid you don't say nothing to anybody, you gather your things and get into the back of their waiting car. What is a kid to say? None of the other boys had to leave, what have I done, I never could figure that out. No tears to shed just these two women telling me I was going to like my new home and that I would have to change schools. Yes I was going to the other side of town to be money in someone else's pocket. (kinda of like all the pockets I fill now) I had to bring my two paper bags with me always because that is all I ever owned (that is two more bags then I own now) and my life was in those bags. I would come into these home and try my damn est to be wanted. I never stole from any of them but back then there was not to many Mexican children around and I would get blamed for a lot of things that came up missing. When I would go to bed, I would have to the closet and get out the foster kid bed. Kids that had been there awhile would have their beds, kinda like jail when you go there you start out on the floor and wait for someone to get released. But again I was so use to that it was pattern. I would lay there wondering where my parents were and why didn't they want me and where's my brother how come I couldn't go where he went? I would here them in the other room, they thought we boys were all asleep I could here them talking about me. Saying things like the money they were getting for me wasn't going to enough for them to take the vacation they had been wanting to go on. I would get up in the morning while the other boys were already getting to the breakfast table, I was folding my bed and putting it away only to be in trouble because we didn't come down as a group. I did the same as I do now and say I.m sorry I will try not to be late. Those mornings would be my last mornings in homes like that because I did not like getting yelled at in front of strangers I did not like being mad fun of in front of people I did not know. I would eat, do my chores and get ready to go with either one of the parents to go sign up for school, taking as much as I could without them knowing I was not coming back. School's out and I am on the other side of town. I don't know anyone but a couple of the boys from the home and I tell them "I am not going back" and runaway. I would go a couple days walking around town and find my way back to the detention hall here in Vancouver and they knew I would be coming back as they always kept the cell next to the kitchen there for me. About three years of that here in Vancouver two years in Portland and six years in Stockton CA
I grew up with seeing and feeling hurt and pain from the inside out and here I am at 49 years old and I still have people making money on me being who I am. Still dragging out that cot from the closet because it beats sleeping on just a floor or under some tree, still having people talk about me and laughing but in a way that I don't understand. You see when I was young I did learn something, I learn that I have only me and that the hurt the pain I went through well, it hurts it hurts really bad and I would never want someone young or old, child or adult, good or bad to go through what I did then or what I am having to go through now. You'll go home tonight, think about this email, and when you do think about it please think from your heart, like I did when I try to stop a woman from getting killed, another from getting pushed by a shoplifter, or a man and woman in prison for five years for something they did not do. I did not know these people but did what I thought was right. Do you think they think about me and wonder what I am doing now.
If this was a big problem I would think that they would have a lot more to tell you about, don't be a sucker and fall for BS. In this age anything in a newspaper or on the news can be looked up, PLEASE check the truth for your self before you set it in stone!
"Shut up and get to work. Be Honorable!"
That says it all, you fucking facist.
God bless America. May she rot in Hell.
Vote Democrate to restore our civil liberties and bill o rights! Obama Votes against 2nd and 4th amendments. He inhaled, but does he support: HR 5843? If not, wouldn't this make him a hypocrite? Vote for Bob Barr LBT party
Innocent people are innocent people. Yet, my comment isn't about innocent people who get hurt, it's about racism. This article is biased because the writer is a person who is racist....
Regardless is a white man brakes into a black mans home, regardless if a black man murders a white man...
IF YOU SEE WHITE OR BLACK YOUR BEING RACIST!
A man will complain that he's being discriminated against by another man...
What difference does it make if he's black or white?
AN EVIL MAN IS AN EVIL MAN REGARDLESS OF COLOR...
The "Negro" community had best recognize they are racist too!
And the "White" community had best recognize they should be tolerant! This story is a tragedy, YES...
But it's more tragic that anyones death here, is being used to promote racism.
Vote Democrate
I hope we wise up fast and stop hunting down victimless criminals. What's the point?
Lies about the aether, lies about medicine, lies about what life is for, lies damned lies. Frickin' crazyheads and their lies.
And because of their lies, at some points in your life you also have to tell some kind of lies, just to protect yourself from them!
'no I don't use drugs' - you have to say that sometimes, and it is slightly fear-based - because you don't want the even more miserable consequences of what might happen if you are honest. That has to be stopped; it's important to the mental health and well being of the whole world that lies about drugs have to stop. And lies about all those other things too.
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