By Anarchist Prisoner Sean Swain
In October 2018, Trevor Matthew Clark left his position as Assistant Chief Counsel with the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Correction (ODRC), becoming legal counsel for the Ohio State University Medical Center. In his prior employment, Clark supervised a domestic torture program for the Ohio prison system. The torture he oversaw was admittedly employed as a response to “ideological” offenses, to punish and break political undesirables for their beliefs. Clark alleged that he tortured prisoners on orders of the FBI.
I was one of those prisoners. For a year, I was subjected to a program of sleep deprivation, filthy environs without adequate soap or laundry, and starvation rations that caused me to go from 220 pounds to 155 pounds. As part of the torture regimen, during the winter, I was held in a cell where the outer window was unattached, causing me to endure intolerable cold, continually, for months. Clark intercepted mail and then provably lied to the FBI to provoke investigation after investigation. His mail theft severed my human relationships and caused me total isolation from the outside world. Clark created a “training” program to indoctrinate staff to think of me as a terrorist and then unleashed them to torment me while I was locked away and incommunicado.
Clark’s domestic torture program took pages right out of the CIA KUBARK manual, replicating the program for torture at Abu Ghraib in Iraq.
In the middle of this year-long torture program, on March 27, 2012, Clark personally interrogated me and, when alone with me, he grabbed my crotch and attempted to solicit humiliating sex acts as quid pro quo to make the frame-up that he had engineered “go away.” When I did not acquiesce, he spent several years tormenting me and burning my life down, creating pretexts for my continued punishment, designed to discredit me and make me die in prison.
My sworn testimony relating details of torture and sexual abuse, related to human rights claims in international court, will soon be online at seanswain.org and @swainrocks.
In October 2018, Ohio State University Medical Center hired this sexual predator and criminal against humanity. Clark now has direct access to young, vulnerable, impressionable students and to defenseless, unsuspecting patients.
Anyone troubled by this should contact OSU Medical Center’s board of directors to demand they fire Trevor Matthew Clark. If you know students or staff, forward this article to them and encourage them to take immediate action to protect themselves and others. Urge them to circulate his photograph and to demand his termination.
Nonstudents can begin a petition drive at change.org, boycotting OSU until this sexual predator is removed. OSU Medical Center is no place for a rapist and torturer to wander the halls, seeking victims and using ruthless lawyer tricks to silence anyone coming forward. #metoo. #trevormatthewclark.
By: King Coe
Here I will describe a flawed committee called: Classification, in which prisoners are housed in like dormitories and/or cells with similar prisoners according to crime, age, size, height, and affiliations. All which basically means that our lives are subject to be taken at any moment because the system is so flawed.
In the GDC we have what is called ”Jscribe”. And it is a computer file that possess our entire institutional record and the classification ”committee” uses the info to assign us details and housing status. It consists of from my knowledge: D/W of C and T, Captain, Chief Counselor, an L.t. and a Sgt.” But prisoners aren’t given the opportunity to be present at there convenings, at least not here. There is a ”blue strip” that is in constant motion across the top of each prisoners page which identifies certain ”security risks or medical issues, etc.” that apply to that person. For instance I’ve saw some that say: Learning Disability, do not house with codefendant (which can’t be too accurate because I was housed with my codefendant at 2 different prisons) and Vegan Menu. But one that I saw in 2011 said: Do not house with prea victim, such and such. At the time I was slightly familiar with the Prison Rape Elimination Act. But ignorant of the ”Aggressor” label. When I saw my file in 2018, I did not see this ”tag” but somehow, I seem to only be placed into these Prea/Aggressor dormitories from prison to prison within the last 4 and 1/2 years. Georgia, Hays, Macon and Hays State Prisons. So, I inquired about it. I believe that I’m old enough, wise enough and have been in the system long enough to be able to be removed from these atrocious environments. It is stereotypical to house prisoners in this extremely stressful capacity when everyone overall, in some format, qualify to be house in a close-security prison. I’ve been in prison for 10 years. I’m 35 and tired of these dormitories. If I have managed to survive this dangerous lifestyle over this amount of time without major incident: is it safe to say that I’m capable of upgrading my living arrangements? When will I be housed in a more safer and sane dorm? My work, respect, image, ethics, presentation, institutional record all speaks for itself. By response to my inquiry, as of 4-15-18 I was removed from the aggressor label. I’ve been to Tier 1 on 2 occasions but was still placed in one of the aggressor dorms. But the irony about this system is that while though my dorm is considered the worst on the compound miraculously we have the least violence throughout the entire prison and more targeting from administration for just being who we are: the stereotypes, outcasts, thugs, gangster, hoodlums, criminals, addicts or whatever you feel the need to label us? Think about?
To whomever may read and understand this,
I will start this off by saying that my name is Lakendrick Demond Davis. I am 36 years of age. I have been locked up since I was twelve years old. I am writing this because I want parents, brothers, sisters, aunt’s, uncle’s, and anyone else who want’s to know how prison is destroying the youth at a young age. You tell me how can a person fix themself to send a child to a grown man facility. The world ask can you be a product of your environment and the answer is yes. I am living proof of that. I have never been with a woman but I like women, but think on this, I been with another man who throught himself a woman. The prison that I started at was Lee Arendale State Prison A.K.A. Alto. If you was not fucking then you was the man, but if you were getting fucked then you was a bitch. This is how my life turn out. When I turned 17teen years old I was sent to general population. I was sent to what you would call a thunderstorm, where two days after I came into the dorm 5 guys came into my room and asked me was I going to fuck or fight. I was so scared that I fought out of fear and when I knew that I had no win. When things like this happen were do a child go for help. You don’t, you take the law into your own hands. Now you become a bigger threat to the people in the free world, because you are scarred and hurt. If you do not know how to deal, tell me what do you become? I will tell you, someone who is angry all the time. Someone who hates, is not sure of himself, who sees blood and want to hurt someone if he is touched wrong. He starts to force himself on others, because he is fighting a goddamn war within himself and can’t control it. Now the world is black to him and everybody is a enemy. The world says that eight out of ten will return to prison, but ask them why and what are they doing to stop it. You put kids in the savage lands and tell them to survive what will they become. Savages!!! The system will take from the youth and keep destroying their hopes and dreams until someone speaks up about it and mean it. Just think how I will react when I’m out. What good will I be to a woman, with my mind fucked up like it is? My soul is calling out for help, but I wonder will anybody answer. I am tired and want to rest and not get up, but I keep fighting cause I can’t give up and I know that God has a purpose for me. I want to help wherever I can. I do not wish for anybody else’s child to go through what me and my family has gone through. The child that I was and that is inside of me is leaving, but trying to hold on. If the child vanishes then I am dead, so I fight to keep that small piece of me alive.