I suppose I actively began pursuing recourse for abuses perpetrated against me by Correctional Services of Canada while I was still incarcerated at Portsmouth Community Correctional Centre in Kingston. I outlined facts, as I knew them at the time, in my appeal of a Residency Condition placed on me under dubious circumstances by morally deficit Parole Officer named Mike Laporte.
The manner by which he requested a Residency Condition wouldn't likely hold up under close scrutiny. His tenure as my P.O. would definitely not hold up to even the most tunnel-visioned inspection.
From September 2002 until December of the same year, I resided in the Assessment unit of Millhaven Penitentiary. The unit’s purpose is to evaluate an inmate’s situation and make a decision about appropriate programming, and the institute best able to offer it. Part of my time was spent in a cell on H-Block. I asked to be placed in the hole and ended up in a different area of the jail, where I was housed with another inmate. Before taking up residence in the new cell, I asked a guard to put my "paper-work" away for safe-keeping, away from the prying eyes of others and it’s a good thing I did because my resourceful cell-mate had managed to procure a flashlight which he used at night to rifle through my papers. Personal property in the assessment section is against policy. And I haven’t seen a flash-light in the possession of any other prisoner. I’m pretty sure; it’s a major breach of security. He became noticeably nervous when I mentioned his "connections in corrections", a term identifying inmates, or "plants", who work with Correctional Services of Canada or other segments of the justice system.
I was temporarily transferred back to the Pembroke Jail to participate in a Coroner’s Inquest into the suicide of an inmate. Upon return, Ross Keats informed me I’d be transferred to my "Mother Institution" the following day.
I was temporarily transferred back to the Pembroke Jail to participate in a Coroner’s Inquest into the suicide of an inmate. Upon return, Ross Keats informed me I’d be transferred to my "Mother Institution" the following day.
On December 18th, 2002 I arrived at Joyceville penitentiary and was allocated a cell in 2-D block. This area’s reputation had preceded it and might’ve tainted my perception prior to arrival. The fact, I was under the influence of narcotics helped to make my transition even bumpier. It was a noisy and aggressive environment, and I asked for a move to a different section. While being escorted across the courtyard to the Seg area a guard suggested I grow "some hair on it". I ended up on range 3-B after a stay in the seg-unit.
For some reason I was moved to range 4-B and again hoping to avoid violence I insisted on being moved. At this time another guard let me know "sometimes conflict can’t be avoided" in prison. I was returned to 3-B.
An inmate involved with contraband tattooing and equipment was observed by one of the guards and charged. Rather than accepting the responsibility for his screw-up, he attempted to shift blame to me by saying he’d asked me to "keep six" (watch for guards). I would’ve kept watch if he asked but he hadn’t, and the implication was either I was a fall-down or a rat. Neither of which is a good thing to have attached to your name inside prison. A confrontation ensued and both of us were charged for fighting.
I was involved in physical encounter in the school area. After this incident, a guard told me I was respected in "sub-prison community" for having fought. I clenched my fists and said: "for using these". All I could do was shake my head.
Awaiting me upon release from the hole after the first incident was a pass for an interview with the reintegration board. This is the group which arranges programming according to the findings by the Millhaven Assessment Unit. Present at the interview was Joe Dwyer and an assistant. According to these staff members, and in concurrence with parole officer Mike Laporte, I was slated for a high Intensity family violence prevention program, which as a satellite rotates throughout the institutes and was available to me in Sept, 2003 at Warkwarth Institute. A transfer for this purpose would be arranged. After which I was to take a moderate substance abuse program lasting approximately a month.
A third program evaluated as the lowest priority amongst my programming needs could be taken either at camp or in the community.
Rather than stagnate until September, I initiated contact with the programming tower to use my time in a more constructive manner by applying for the moderate substance abuse program available at Joyceville.
I was accepted into a class taught by Mrs. McShane and was hopeful of a successful completion. Laporte and McShane used my participation in this program to further their malicious intentions. Whether it was Laporte and Mcshane’s psycho-terrorism or the pharmaceutical poisons having a debilitating effect on my cognitive abilities my studies weren’t proceeding as I expected and decided to take a couple days off class while attempting to wean myself from the drugs. I was suspended for absenteeism. I was still looking forward to completing my programming needs as originally outlined by the programming board and Laporte.
In Sept, 2003, I was interviewed By Josee Houde and also a male member of the reintegration board during which I informed them I was still expecting a transfer to Warkwark for its High Intensity Family Prevention program. Shortly after this Laporte informed me I wouldn’t be transferred. He claimed a bed shortage which directly contradicts a memo he received on July 26th, 2003, by Parole Officer Orr of Warkwarth. In the E-mail she reprimanded Laporte for creating a new S.A.R.A. when he knew better than to do so but agreed to overlook it “this time”. She also informed Laporte a bed would be available for “Mr.Schori”.
When I questioned Joyceville staff about why I wasn’t sent to W.I. as planned, it was blamed on an eight to nine month wait list. Putting aside Orr’s missive, I assume the time period from January until September should’ve been more than adequate to arrange a transfer for an area designated as a high priority for my successful reintegration with the community. Failure to complete programming was cause of parole denial and the imposition of a residency condition. In July of 2003, I went form the Kingston Penitentiary’s T.D. to Warkwarth in less than two weeks and noticed when I got there plenty of beds available.
Resigned to completing my sentence in Joyceville, I once again contacted the programming people and was assured I a spot in the next substance abuse program.
My time at Joyceville was uneventful and a request for segregation in October 2003 stemmed from abuse by staff. Rather than alleviate the problem, my isolation in "The Hole" only exacerbated the dilemma.
On October 23rd, Correctional Officers opened the observation-cell door informing me Parole Officer Mike Laporte wished to speak with me. I was disinclined to speak with the primary cause of my seeking refuge in the segregation area and refused to speak with the parole officer. Laporte entered the cell while I was in a state of undress and informed me I would be transferred to Warkwarth Institute in order to alleviate seg space. He had an application for a transfer by which I was to request the move. I informed him I wasn’t requesting a transfer to W.I. but would go to Pittsburgh, the camp annex of Joyceville Penitentiary. Laporte claimed "they" weren’t letting me go to camp. "Well I’m not going to Warkwarth". He informed me I could either sign the transfer request to W.I. or ‘They" were going to involuntarily transfer me to Kingston Penitentiary. I again reiterated I didn’t intend to do so and he responded “Have a good ride, pal”, restating his threat of involuntary transfer to notorious Kingston penitentiary. There wasn’t justification for an elevation of my security level which usually accompanies a re-classification and precipitates a transfer to a maximum-security prison. Laporte wanted me on the way to Warkwarth before anyone could ask why I wasn’t already there.
Laporte also had an application for Masion Decision, a community correctional centre in Ottawa, which he wanted to me fill out. "I’m not going to Maison Decision, I’m going to Pembroke". "They"(again with the mysterious "they") aren’t letting you go to Pembroke". Did the National Parole Board already make a decision regarding imposition of a Residency Condition? Laporte had plenty of time to arrange a hearing as required for an imposition of Residency Condition but he knew his reasons for requesting it wouldn’t hold up before a tribunal. Upon my refusal to apply for Maision Decision Laporte said, ‘If you don’t they’ll ship you to Keele Street". I have historic and familial ties to the Toronto area, so his threat was empty. I would’ve preferred going to an area, which afforded more support than available to me in Kingston, where I was eventually transferred. Laporte left the documents so I could “take a couple days to think about it”.
After this less than auspicious occasion I didn’t see Laporte again until December 15th at my 60 day Segregation Review hearing. I later learned he attempted to share the documentation being given to the National Parole Board for consideration of a "Paper-decision" regarding imposition of residency at this time. I refused to accept the proffered paper work, stood up, stated my opinion of, and directly to Laporte and departed the room.
A "paper-decision" is necessitated only when the National Parole Board lacks enough time to hold a tribunal to hear the case. Laporte was aware he was seeking residency by Oct 23rd, at the latest. All the rationalizations he intended to use in suppport of his request were known by Sept 2003. It was more than enough time to fulfill legal requirements for notification, a hearing, and allow the opportunity for me to seek legal advisement. Laporte purposely waited until Dec 15th to circumvent the requirements, foment a misleading sense of urgency and avoid the possibility of his duplicity being uncovered.
On Oct 18th, 2003National parole Board rendered a "Paper-Decision" compelling me to reside at Portsmouth Community Correctional Centre upon my statutory release. Three days after Laporte attempted to share the necessary documentation at my 60-day Segregation-Review Board. All documentation submitted to the N/P/B for a "Paper-Decision" must be shared with the inmate 15 days prior to a decision for an opportunity to seek legal counsel. Even if I had accepted Laporte’s information sharing on the 15th the Board still breached the law by rendering a decision three days later.
ON Dec 31st, 2003, I was transferred from Joyceville Institute to Portsmouth Community Correctional Centre (also P.C.C.C. but not to be confused with the other little house of horrors, Providence Continuing Care Centre) in Kingston. While being escorted to the vehicle which would transfer me to P.C.C.C. a guard handed me the sealed envelope containing my original evaluation from Millhaven’s Assessment Unit. I was greeted at Portsmouth by Supervising Parole Officer Bruce Campbell. According to Campbell, Laporte is "a mad little hockey player" and it was also from our initial conversation I learned of I learned of Laporte’s "Bucky" nickname during the same conversation.
Shortly after arriving at Portsmouth, I appealed what I consider an unjustified imposition of residency condition, which had resulted in continued incarceration beyond my statutory release date. I outlined mental abuse, mistreatment and drug experiments conducted on me, by J.I. staff.
McShane would be suspended from her duties as a result of warning me staff intended to lay traps which they hoped would explain my Seg-status, possibly elevate my security status for a forced transfer and minimize their responsibility. Someone got caught doing something they were afraid would be exposed and staff didn’t want the reasons for my requested segregation brought into the light so they tried creating a little smoke-screen. One such instance was supervised Psychologist Susan VanDer Bergh being sent to elicit information that could be interpreted to my detriment. VanDerbergh was hoping I would make personal remarks demonstrating an assumed affection for Tanya. Psychology is extremely subjective, open to interpretation and can be easily be misrepresented. It didn’t work.
The day McShane was suspended; she was approached by two individuals by whom I’d been interviewed at Millhaven’s Assessment Unit. One of the interviews took place in the foyer beyond "the Hub" going towards the yard. The other was in the medical wing of Millhaven and took place while a C.S.C. staff member was in the room. These interviews were conducted by individuals, a male and female, who purported themselves to be officers with the Pen Squad section of the Ontario Provincial Police. The interviews were in relation to concerns I had for my children’s safety. The male identified himself verbally as Robyn Shwork (unsure of the spelling). His female counterpart indicated her name was also Tanya. I should’ve asked for identification. However, as I’ve discovered, a badge isn’t necessarily assurance of moral turpitude.
McShane did the right thing. The only one of a bad bunch to so and was rewarded with a suspension. Some may call it a paid vacation but the blemish is still on record. On the day of her suspension Robyn and his partner in crime approached Mrs.McShane. It suited their purposes for me to be isolated, and rendered vulnerable to the malicious machinations of Correctional Services staff. I needed to be isolated for their purposes and she was a fly in the ointment. These individuals are aware of my current circumstances. It’s possible they and McShane are involved in the criminal harassment I’ve experienced since trying to expose the corruption and abuses within the Correctional Services of Canada.
During one session with Psychologist Sue, I told her staff was tampering with my food. At first, she thought it unbelievable until the two Correctional Officers present indicated it wasn’t in the food but the beverages being served at meals. Sue asked Roy, "Why isn’t someone doing something about it". The question, Psychologist Sue, should’ve been: "Why don’t I do something about it?"
Suffering from sleep-deprivation, sweating, elevated heart-rate and chest pains, I pressed the emergency button in my cell and was brought to the medical wing. Observing my sensitivity to touch, extremely blood-shot eyes, as well as the other symptoms, the Nurse thought it was "something in the food". Conversing with the guard she found out it wasn’t in the "food" but something in the "coffee". The individual sugar packets brought along with meals which tasted similar to pepper weren’t mentioned. The nurse said it "has to stop before it kills him". She gave me a benadryl for sleep purposes. The dosages supplementing my meals were subsequently lowered.
Within a short while of faxing my appeal to C.S.C.’s sister organization, the National Parole Board (There needs to be more than a cosmetic separation between these branches of the justice system), I was sitting in Portsmouth’s kitchen area and over-heard Parole Office Tyo-White and Campbell discussing it’s contents.
Tyo-White indicated to Campbell, "Sounds like he has grounds for a lawsuit."
"That’s what they’re afraid of," Campbell responded. I assume he meant his C.S.C. superiors.
His comment precipitated suspensions of my statutory release based on innuendo and insinuation under suspicious circumstances. "Suspicion of being suspicious" wouldn’t normally be reasonable grounds for the forfeiture of a person’s freedom or suspension of one’s successful reintegration with society. At least, not in most courts of law, where evidence and proof of wrong-doing are demanded. Correctional Services of Canada and the National Parole Board aren’t restricted by such mundane considerations as human rights and justice, nor are they encumbered by trivialities such as law.
A perjured government document was pivotal in suspension of my life. It pertained to activities, the author claimed to have witnessed on March 15th, 2004. I suspect the author was unaware of my house-arrest status on this day. The only person oblivious to it was Bruce Campbell who was absent from P.C.C.C. According to my C.S.C files accessed through the Access to Information Act, Parole officer Tyo-White was directed to create a new document reflecting C.S.C/N.P.B.’s preferred date of March 9th, 2005. A document can only be edited with a supervisor’s or unit manager’s authorization and Tyo-White wasn’t fulfilling such a position at the time. Supervising Parole Officer Campbell was, and I’m pretty sure Medical Officer Cathcart was Portsmouth’s Unit Manager. National Parole Board’s Regional Director, Joanne Blais who co-signed Tyo-White Assessment for Decision report, also has authority to manipulate documentation. Whether creating an entirely new document requires authorization or not, isn’t important. Tyo-White and cohorts overlooked a major flaw in their aspersions. They perverted innocuous activities and the failing will help me prove the viciousness of their intent. Prior to being employed as a Parole Officer at Portsmouth, Tyo-White was Security Officer at Kingston pen, where she befriended McShane. During my incarceration at J.I. the Security officer was also a former co-worker of Tyo-White’s and likely McShane’s at K.P. One big ole CYA circle.
My Case management Team, Campbell, Stephanie Saunders-King, Rob Cathcart and Jim Russon denied permission to attend A.A. /NA meetings, although all other inmates were encouraged to attend. Tyo-White was present immediately after my request was rebuffed. Exiting Russon’s office, my displeasure was obvious and a discussion regarding the matter ensued between the two parole officers. Tyo-white asked why and Russon passed the buck by claiming it was Campbell’s decision.
A request to visit family in Pembroke was denied even though I’d been meeting or exceeding the stated criteria. I enthusiastically participated in required programming and independently sought ways to better myself, and was furthering my education at Limestone Continuing Education Centre.
I was unable to leave the house due to my house-arrest and asked an inmate named Mike to purchase a brick of Maple Walnut ice cream at Mac’s milk. When Mike returned 45 minutes later from the block away store, the protective plastic barrier was missing. The following day, I was cooking eggs in the kitchen area and experienced weakness, shortness of breath, an unexplainable increase in heart-rate and sweating. Tyo-White escorted me to the hospital in a round-about way. Driving down Van-Order and turning left onto John.A.Macdonald Boulevard. Lo and behold, who should we run into but none other than Tyo-White’s friend and co-worker, Program officer McShane. The route was longer than others she may have chosen and Tyo-white mentioned this fact.
At the hospital the attending nurse recognized the symptoms of a drug over-dose. She wanted to perform a blood-test and while she discussed the matter with a doctor I thought it circumspect to depart. It would’ve verified my suspicions but I wasn’t in a position to explain having drugs in my system. It would’ve also provided my C.M.T. with the grounds to revoke my statutory release.
There are other examples of my C.M.T. enlisting offenders in their efforts. When a person has nothing, small favours are magnified exponentially and my C.M.T. used their power to coerce inmates to foment their gains.
My suspensions served several purposes. It attempted to justify imposition of Residency Conditions, and discredit me in foresight of possible litigation. I’ve suspected the turn-over rate via flimsy suspensions might have more to do with trying to increase budget by creating a demand for more Community Correctional Centres, prisons and police officers. The recidivism rate may not be a true indication of offenders being a danger to society. A little creative book-keeping, a little improper use of the law, and a whole lot of corruption by the Correctional Services of Canada.
On March 11th, 2004, I was scheduled for an appointment with Tony Eccles. A conflict with a sign-in arose and could’ve proven prohibitive to my attending at his Bagot St. office. I could’ve used it as an excuse to avoid another unfulfilling session with Eccles but I really wanted to better myself and wanted to give him the benefit of doubt.
I consider it essential for a bond of trust to be developed between therapist and client in order for successful therapy to take place. Eccles, a C.S.C. employee and member of Queen’s University’s faculty, immediately began probing areas, which should’ve been left until trust and comfort had been established. Each session commenced with irrelevant questions pertaining to "secret relationships." "Failure to disclose a relationship" is commonly used by the C.S.C./N.P.B. to suspend statutory release. The C.S.C. was using my therapy sessions to discover grounds for suspension.
I was, and am, highly motivated to better myself, and since Jim Russon wasn’t available to lift the sign-in I spoke with Portsmouth’s security officer. Bob wasn’t authorized to lift the sign-in and attempted to contact the National Parole Board’s Regional Director Joanne Blais while I was in his office. I left the Security officer’s office discouraged. Fortunately, he eventually contacted Blais and I attended with Eccles.
Upon my return, Russon informed me, in Tyo-White’s presence, of Eccles’ decision to discontinue sessions and as a result I would be placed under house-arrest for being unwilling to participate in required programming. Transfer back to Joyceville wasn’t warranted at that time.
"Deteriorating attitude" was cited as grounds for my March 17th, 2004, suspension. Despite my efforts to attend with Eccles, meet all requirements for programming, and independent efforts beyond those mandated, my C.M.T. claimed I was "unwilling to participate in programming." Deteriorating attitude is completely subjective and can range from a poor relationship with staff or psychologist to missing curfew.
Coincidentally, on March 9th, 2004, Russon informed me a session with Karen Vander Bergh, at Options for Change, was cancelled. When Russon led me to believe it was cancelled at Karen’s behest I assumed she was sick. After accessing part of my C.S.C. files, I discovered a memo from Karen stating she received the cancellation form Portsmouth staff and thought they did so upon my request.
The last time I checked the 9th of March preceded the 11th, so all pertinent data of my March 17th suspension was known by March the 15th when Eccles’ report was completed. Why the two day delay? Campbell hadn’t yet added his perjured two cents.
There were noticeable peculiarities with the files I received through the freedom of Information Act. The large brown envelopes bore no identifying insignia as to origin of sender. Inside one of my files I came across a psychological evaluation for another Joyceville inmate Terry Smith. I resided with Smith on 3-B but this shouldn’t be cause for the inclusion of his confidential psychological profile. We weren’t that close. According to my knowledge of the process all requests for access to such files are sent to the Privacy Commissioner’s who coordinates the information and then forwards it to the requester. How Smith’s file went from Joyceville to the privacy commissioner to me is bewildering. My files were delivered separately, rather than as a whole as I suspect is the usual practice. On one occasion a guard said the several days delay resulted from the file being temporarily misplaced. Maybe the Correctional Services of Canada wanted to extract any incriminating paperwork. One big cya circle.
On March 17th, 2003 I made the mistake of informing Russon and supervising Parole Officer Warnke of a sealed unaltered evaluation amongst my personal possessions. I wanted them to know someone had tampered with my files and I could prove it. I t was a mistake made out of frustration and on II would later regret.
British Columbia Supreme Court dismissed the respondent's application for an order for relief in the nature of habeas corpus with certiorari in aid. The Court of Appeal, in a majority decision, allowed the respondent's appeal from that decision. According to the majority, the Board was a court of competent jurisdiction within the meaning of s. 24 of the Charter, with the ability to exclude evidence where such evidence was obtained by a Charter violation. The Board's decision was quashed and the respondent was released from custody.
http://www.lexum.umontreal.ca/csc-scc/en/pub/1996/vol1/html/1996scr1_0075.html
A National Parole Board afforded me a trial. As a court of competent jurisdiction, the National Parole Board must abide by the same prerequisites of any other court. I assume this means upholding the principles of law. According to the points of laws I’ve read the National Parole can be considered the equivalent of a judge and must abide by the same guidelines as an officially recognized court and thus cannot exclude exculpatory evidence. They knew my suspension was a work of fiction. During the hearing, I tired addressing the issues I felt relevant to my imprisonment, including the abuses perpetrated against me by C.S.C. staff. While doing so I was interrupted cough from the woman on my right. When I looked at her she claimed it was time to change the tape. It sure sounded like a change the subject cough. The tape, and subject, was changed.
It’s a poorly guarded secret that Portsmouth residents are followed. More than once the guard who sits in the area of the sign-in book has been witnessed on the phone relaying details of departing inmates. The number of residents departing, colour of clothing and any other identifying details are given presumably to the C.S.C., Pen Squad or R.O.P.E. Squad.
In her report Tyo-White states the information pertinent to my arrest was obtained by staff following me. In their revocation report the tribunal made claims of "paranoid characteristics" in respect to my assertions of being followed by The C.S.C/N.P.B. staff. It’s only paranoia if it isn’t true. It is possible the Board didn’t see the same reports I did but they have unfettered access to all files pertaining to inmates being adjudged. I wonder which version they read. They’re "paranoid characteristics" allusion may be just another attempt to cast aspersions regarding my mental health and thus discredit me.
I have historic and familial ties to the Toronto area and would’ve preferred a transfer to Keele Centre as Bucky Laporte had originally threatened in October of 2003. Of course the threat was only meant to insure I’ld go to Maison Decision as he intended.
I regained possession of my personal belongings upon returning to Portsmouth in July, 2003. The previously sealed envelope containing my evaluation was tore down side by someone trying to gain access to its contents. According to Portsmouth’s security officer Cathcart was the person who went through my possessions. The original evaluation would’ve gone along way to proving my case file had been corrupted by the Correctional Services of Canada. It would’ve automatically lead to questions of why? Who? I know the answers to these question but it would’’ve been irrefutable, concrete proof. Cathcart and the rest have cause to fear such queries, and ample motive and apportunity to tamper with the envelope’s contents.
According to law, a criminal conspiracy is anytime two or more persons plan an illegal activity. From such ignominious beginnings a conspiracy of vast proportions can and did flourish. My former C.M.T. doesn’t have the intellectual capacity for implementing or maintaining the psycho-terrorism I’ve underwent upon my release. They’re merely foot-soldiers performing as directed but they lack the abilities and authority for an exercize of such magnitude. It has to be people in a position of power who can authorize money.. Someone who can flash identification and automatically be legitimized and trusted is also needed for getting to media outlets before, or shortly after, I do and contain the situation. I’ve contacted newspapers in North Bay, Toronto, Ottawa and Pembroke. Not one of them has indicated a desire to investigate the validity of my claims. A large story gets dumped in their laps and they’re disinterested. Something smells fishy. The same can be said of the various bureaucrats I’ve contacted. It sure seems as if there’s a concerted effort to discredit me. If what I’m saying is untrue they wouldn’t need to discredit me, or contain the situation, the facts would speak for themselves. These are very grave matters and the complete disinterest I’ve encountered is equally horrifying and perplexing.
Several days after my arrival at Portsmouth Community Correctional Centre in July of 2003, I was again suspended under dubious circumstances. Medical Officer Cathcart and Parole officer Russon both informed me, on separate occasions; the reason for it was a refusal to shake hands with a correctional officer. Cathcart, and later during a follow-up interview with Russon, it was used as an illustration of "bizarre behaviour".
In his Assessment for Decision Russon also mentioned my continuing to question the legality of my Residency Condition. It was known by staff members I’d contacted an attorney who dealt with C.S.C/N.P.B law to sort out the problems with the March suspension and other parole irregularities. Russon and I discussed the legal grounds I was pursuing through an attorney. He was standing on the stairs leading to the second floor, while I remained on the main floor. We were directly in front of the staff washroom. During the discussion Tyo-White entered the facilities and quite likely oveheard a large segment of the dialogue. Despite my attempts at a lawful resolution his report implied I might walk away from the facility. It was deliberately misleading. I hadn’t left the premises for any longer than it took to purchase food staples at the grocery store
In July Campbell was again absent and rumoured to be in the Peterborough office substituting for a colleague. Yet he was able to attend a pow-wow with Russon and the rest of my C.M.T.on Monday. I don’t think Campbell was trouble-shooting". I’m pretty sure the C.S.C. was aware of his earlier transgressions and his absence was a result. The meeting with my C.M.T. was a: what the hell are we going to do about this? strategy session.
The documentation for a lawful imposition of a Residency Condition was mysteriously missing. On the morning of my suspension I asked to see the necessary documents. Saunders-King couldn’t produce them. Claiming it would take another "week" to obtain something that should’ve been sent prior to, or at least coinciding with, my arrival. Demanding an explanation for my unlawful imprisonment, I proceeded to Portsmouth’s dining room. I wanted witnesses to Saunders-King’s explanation and informed her I was willing to discuss the situation with her at the table. After her refusal to do so, I made it known I wanted to contact police, asking under which law enforcement agency’s jurisdiction Portsmouth was considered. Something smelled fishy.
Almost immediately Cathcart entered and using the threat of suspension directed me to follow him towards the Annex section. The Security Officer had received a phone call advising him of the situation and intercepted us as we left the main building. It would be interesting to find out who had called him. The three of us went to the Security Officer’s office.
Cathcart stated Stephanie merely wished to discuss the situation; I agreed but told him I wouldn’t read or sign any documents. We discussed my insistence of submitting request in writing and expecting responses in written form. Apparently this was a source of concern for my C.M.T. It makes denial a whole lot simpler if there aren’t documents disproving their lies. I told them it was because my previous suspension had been under suspicious circumstances and it was my way of making sure my bases were covered. I didn’t want any ambiguities for the C.S.C/N.P.B. to exploit.
A request for a stated position regarding over-the-counter sleeping aids wasn’t returned. When permission wasn’t forthcoming I approached Cathcart and verbally reiterated my request for written verification. A resident who arrived minutes after my transfer was immediately allocated his allotment of medications and yet I wasn’t afforded the same opportunity, even though I was willing to use my own monies for it.
I make it a policy not to shake hands with anyone until I know if I like and respect the person. A handshake indicates friendship and respect, at least to me. This seemed to be a source of consternation for Cathcart, as we also discussed my refusal to shake hands with a Correctional officer. He implied it demonstrates immaturity and wasn’t normal. I told him my reasons, and that it wasn’t unusual behaviour for me. In fact the Security officer mentioned I’d refused to shake his hand upon meeting him for the same stated reasons. Cathcart was on a fishing expedition.
Cathcart met Saunder-King outside Bob’s office and informed her I wasn’t willing to read or sign anything. While he was gone Bob asked, "They’re trying to impose residency after release, aren’t they?" I said, "Basically". He was speaking with me but I’m pretty sure he was talking indirectly to the hot-dog vendor who had taken up residency in the adjacent parking lot a couple days earlier. Maybe the hot-dog vendor was the person who called him. Maybe I started the party a little early and he was sent to diffuse, or observe, the situation.
A couple days earlier I’d contacted the Ontario Provincial Police and left a message for Schwork. I wanted to know if it was possible to investigate the possibility of charges against the Correctional Services of Canada. At the time I still believed the boys in blue were automatically the good guys. I don’t harbour any such delusions today.
When Cathcart returned from his discussion with King, my statutory release was suspended. Awaiting Kingston City police Officers, (answers the question I had about jurisdiction) Cathcart handed me a cigarette from his "stash". I didn’t smoke it because I preferred to inform the other inmates who had come out of the main building that "my room-mates are untrustworthy" and Cathcart hustled me back into the annex. It was information Cathcart didn’t want offered up for public consumption. I asked Cathcart if the cigarette was the brand he smoked. This lead the medical officer to say the cigarette came from a special "stash" he had. The last I saw of the cigarette was when the security officer was holding it up in front office window.
My C.M.T. enlisted other residents, primarily my room-mates, in attempts to garner grounds for suspension by trying to place me in untenable situations which would justify the March 17Th suspension and act as a catalyst for another one. One of the collaborators was escorted to Cornwall for a doctor’s appointment in the Cornwall area. Correctional Services of Canada has extensive medical resources in Kingston so the appointment was merely an excuse to provide him with an hour-unsupervised visit with his family. He hadn’t been at Portsmouth long enough to be eligible for passes and this was his reward for aiding staff in their efforts. Cathcart and Tyo-White were the escorting officers. Maybe it wasn’t a reward. It might’ve been a way for Tyo-White to finance a visit with her own family in the Cornwall area, at tax-payers expense. Or she could’ve been going as an observer. I wonder if Cathcart also had personal reasons for the trip. Damn right he did, trying to undermine my freedom before his treachery was uncovered.
I was eventually transferred to the Quinte Detention Centre, after a stop-over at the cop-shop, by two escorting officers who looked remarkably like Robyn Schwork and his counterpart Tanya. The male was attired in a uniform of someone much, much, larger than him. The guards commented to my escorts "a different uniform for you isn’t it?" when we arrived at the jail. I wonder which uniform is his regular attire. I’ve always suspected these two were responsible for the mysterious appearance of the hot-dog vendor. Were they part of an O.P.P investigative unit, or were they trying to contain the situation?
I asked to be placed under suicide-watch rather than share an over-crowded cell with two other inmates. In the seg-area guards are required to maintain a log-book, noting observations during rounds. During this particular incarceration two such books were kept. This is a highly unusual occurrence. One was designated for the general population, the other monitored my withdrawal symptoms from the drugs Cathcart and associates were supplying by way of cigarettes and other serreptitious means. It also noted any comments I made. This may have been to discover where the holes were, so the Correctional Services of Canada could plug them.
Russon and Tyo-White conducted a follow-up interview at Kingston Penitentiary after my July suspension. Tyo-White stated she was there merely as an "observer". I believe it. Her training and job experience as an I.P.S.O make her a good choice for observing and sneakily securing information. During the interview with Russon and Tyo-White, I corrected Jim’s poor grammar. I later regretted doing so, after all english is his second language and maybe he doesn’t grasp the nuances. This correction was also included in his Assessment for Decision report. I consider this a trifle irrelevant. Or maybe he was attempting to illustrate my total disregard for his authority or contempt for him personally. My correction wasn’t derogatory and couldn’t be interpreted as such; it was a simple statement of fact. Perhaps he was alluding to this as another example of "Bizarre Behaviour". Only my C.M.T knows for sure. It’s a bit of a stretch even by Correctional Services of Canada/National Parole Board standards. It isn’t relevant to anything and shouldn’t have been included in his report. There weren’t legitimate grounds for suspension and I was able to counter all Russon’s allusions with concrete proof to the contrary. The person who said "never let a little thing like the facts get in the way of a good story" must’ve worked for the Correctional Services of Canada. Russon and Tyo-White took these words for their credo. As an observer she wasn’t wasn’t responsible for my July suspension but she knew the grounds for it were baseless and yet stood by as my C.M.T railroaded me once again. I can understand why. The kettle can’t very well call the kettle black, can it?
I never got a trial by the National Parole Board.
I returned to Kingston in June of 2005, and was arrested for breaching a condition of my probation. A condition, neither my probation officer nor I was aware of being on the order. In fact, Ross Mcintosh and I found it strange a condition prohibiting the consumption of alcohol was omitted. Ross read the order each time I went to his office and a drinking prohibition wasn’t mentioned other than the oddness of its omission. McIntosh forwardeda letter indicating my arrrest may have beeen the result of confusing two probation orders. Kingston’s Crown-Attorney decided to proceed with the charges although there was definite reasonable doubt as to my knowingly breaching probation conditions. Rather than await trial while in custody, I thought it expedient to enter a plea of guilty and was subsequently incarcerated until September 18th 2005. A Kingston judge told me I was "on a long downward spiral." A Kingston cop made an oblique reference to people ending up in water towers because "they were someplace they shouldn’t have been." Staff at Quinte Detention Centre has beaten me up because I was making trouble for their friends at C.S.C.
While incarcerated at Quinte Detention Centre, I went on hunger-strike to protest the inhumane living conditions and sadistic tendencies of staff. On the third day, Dr. Scott entered my cell in the segregation area, despite my vehement and repeated rejection of contact with, and aggressively outlined his plan of action regarding my strike, including threats of involuntary committal to a hospital. Scott’s interaction coincided with my refusal to drink the tainted coffee and tea brought around at meal-times. In the presence of guards, he claimed his intervention was brought about by my refusal to ingest liquids. I assured him, I was availing myself of the water from the sink in my cell. Scott insisted I take the proffered beverages in order for staff to monitor my liquid intake. Coffee and tea are diuretics and as such promote dehydration, which should be of primary concern for people on a hunger-strike. I’m not aware of any nutritional value offered by coffee and tea. Scott’s interests seem diametrically opposed to maintaining health.
In a separate interview Scott informed me Electro-shock was again in vogue after having lost favour (at least publicly).
During this period of incarceration I came into contact with researchers from Nipissing University. A bulletin was posted in the ranges of the Ottawa-Rideau Correctional Centre asking for inmates’ suggestions to improve the deplorable conditions within the correctional system. I signed on, hoping it might make a difference. It was definitely a case of false advertisement. The questions dealt with "uncontrollable urges to aggression?" e.t.c...…….. The scientists’ questions didn’t deal with the day to day stresses of prison life, or the causes of incarceration, or rehabilitation, just aggression.
Returning to Kingston in September I was criminally harassed in order to dissuade me from making my knowledge public. A C.S.C. employee has told me he had the means to drug my cigarettes, coffee and have my legs broken. "I wouldn’t do it myself but I know people who will." He may not be A C.S.C. employee everyone in Kingston has a stake in keeping these dirty little secrets.
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