10 questions to address whomever:
1. Searched, arrested, no warrants shown to me. Is that ok?
2. Forced interrogation, under direct threats and lies.
3. Have not been informed about the indictment filled to court on Jan.22nd. Only received it on Jan.27th.
4. Detained for over 5 weeks. No routine blood tests to a reported chronic disease. Partial and questionable medicine dosage.
5. No dental care to a known problem I've reported.
6. US Marshals took cash off my money. never got a receipt. Never got the money.
7. Over 5 weeks detention. One, 10 minutes meeting with a lawyer.
8. I know nothing about my case. Don't know my options or what to expect.
9. All my baggage, portable electronic devices, personal documents and credentials, allegedly shipped two weeks ago via standard and express airmail. No tracking numbers, nothing arrived yet.
10. I have no cash balance of my money kept by my lawyer.
To me it looks like everything is wrong. Even if it's only part of the above, it's way too much and is unfair and unjustified.
Is there anything to do at all?
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Human Packets - continue
It is a true cultural, mental shock, which has a physical effect of illness. And there were more shocks to follow, one after the other: the sounds, the counts, the food. For the first few days I had no KOSHER food, so I only ate oranges, apples and some bread. Luckily I didn't have much appetite anyway.
Staying in prison forces an extremely steep learning curve. It's all about survival, gangs and respect. inmates have their own culture, rules and set of codes. Everything is based on respect or disrespect; that's the only thing that matters and will make imprisonment bearable or a living hell.
Staying in prison forces an extremely steep learning curve. It's all about survival, gangs and respect. inmates have their own culture, rules and set of codes. Everything is based on respect or disrespect; that's the only thing that matters and will make imprisonment bearable or a living hell.
Feels like hell. It really does
The federal prison system is made for processing humans just like an industrial line processes whole tomatoes to ketchup.
When I've been dropped off at detention center R&D (Receive & Delivery of human packets), CO's processes me from an independent, thinking, self efficated person, to no more than a monkey in monkeyville (AKA the KOFIYA or KOFFEVILLE).
Walk. Stop. Go in tank (temp. holding cell). Out. Walk. Face the wall. Stop. Go in room. Take all your clothes off. Put them in the "donation" cart, those are no longer yours. open your mouth. Show your tongue. Raise your hand, show armpits. Grab and lift your testicles. Turn over. Spread your ass cheeks. Lift one foot up. The other. Wear those Khaki-Brown KOF uniforms. Those cheapest China made slippers are now your shoes, instead of the ones you "donated". Your prescribed medications sent to extermination. You'll be issued as needed when you'll see a doctor. Walk out. Face the wall. In tank.
Taken to the unit, I recalled prison movies showing "fresh meat" pass by rows of scary, mocking, laughing inmates. It wasn't like that at all.
The only scary people I met were of the prison personal; for example, the officer interrogated me about gang affiliation, and more later about my sexual preferences, my sex lifestyle and experience, was *the* most abusive person I've ever Met. A true EVED KI YI'MLOCH.
Detention units consists of wings and cell-blocks. Each cell-block is a stand alone home for 100+ inmates (due to email restrictions, I can't get into details). I can only say it's ok, kind of like in TIRONOOT. The true hard part is about being locked up, stripped of any civil rights and with zero communication to the world outside the cell-clock.
For the first few days, I had no phone calls, no email, not even my own watch, nothing. being locked up with many strangers, much of them seem to be kind of dangerous, and w/o any sort of outside communication, feels like hell. It really does.
It's a true, cultural, mental
theyre calling my name
When I've been dropped off at detention center R&D (Receive & Delivery of human packets), CO's processes me from an independent, thinking, self efficated person, to no more than a monkey in monkeyville (AKA the KOFIYA or KOFFEVILLE).
Walk. Stop. Go in tank (temp. holding cell). Out. Walk. Face the wall. Stop. Go in room. Take all your clothes off. Put them in the "donation" cart, those are no longer yours. open your mouth. Show your tongue. Raise your hand, show armpits. Grab and lift your testicles. Turn over. Spread your ass cheeks. Lift one foot up. The other. Wear those Khaki-Brown KOF uniforms. Those cheapest China made slippers are now your shoes, instead of the ones you "donated". Your prescribed medications sent to extermination. You'll be issued as needed when you'll see a doctor. Walk out. Face the wall. In tank.
Taken to the unit, I recalled prison movies showing "fresh meat" pass by rows of scary, mocking, laughing inmates. It wasn't like that at all.
The only scary people I met were of the prison personal; for example, the officer interrogated me about gang affiliation, and more later about my sexual preferences, my sex lifestyle and experience, was *the* most abusive person I've ever Met. A true EVED KI YI'MLOCH.
Detention units consists of wings and cell-blocks. Each cell-block is a stand alone home for 100+ inmates (due to email restrictions, I can't get into details). I can only say it's ok, kind of like in TIRONOOT. The true hard part is about being locked up, stripped of any civil rights and with zero communication to the world outside the cell-clock.
For the first few days, I had no phone calls, no email, not even my own watch, nothing. being locked up with many strangers, much of them seem to be kind of dangerous, and w/o any sort of outside communication, feels like hell. It really does.
It's a true, cultural, mental
theyre calling my name
Thursday, February 26, 2015
I'm totally out here
I'm trying to man-up and take the suffering as-is thats why I am not calling. Every time I call it ends up with me choking up. At least with emails I don't need to talk, only the screen blurs away for a few minutes.
I'm having the most irregular dreams here, and a really nasty feeling when I wake up and find myself here. It's weird, surreal and intimidating.
That's the main course after all the paranoid and awful thoughts I'm having when at night when locked in the cell. I don't have the English to describe even part of it.
I'm totally out here; unfocused, can't arrange my thoughts, like a piece of dysfunctional KOF.
I'm consider asking psych evaluation.
I'm so out-of-focus here, it's really hard to catch up on things, I go back on emails and find things you wrote which slipped off my conciseness.
Thank you again for taking care of my home.
Do you think there's a chance in finding some kind of Jewish community help in funds or legal representation for me? I don't have an idea where to start from, maybe through HABAD or jewishprisoner dot com. Or maybe in Brooklyn or through Rabbi Traxler. I don't have any other idea.
Soon I'll need more funds in my KANTINA account. Through the lawyer it will take more time than by "Moneygram" transfer.
Another reason to check about the delivery of my backpack and baggage.
I'm having the most irregular dreams here, and a really nasty feeling when I wake up and find myself here. It's weird, surreal and intimidating.
That's the main course after all the paranoid and awful thoughts I'm having when at night when locked in the cell. I don't have the English to describe even part of it.
I'm totally out here; unfocused, can't arrange my thoughts, like a piece of dysfunctional KOF.
I'm consider asking psych evaluation.
I'm so out-of-focus here, it's really hard to catch up on things, I go back on emails and find things you wrote which slipped off my conciseness.
Thank you again for taking care of my home.
Do you think there's a chance in finding some kind of Jewish community help in funds or legal representation for me? I don't have an idea where to start from, maybe through HABAD or jewishprisoner dot com. Or maybe in Brooklyn or through Rabbi Traxler. I don't have any other idea.
Soon I'll need more funds in my KANTINA account. Through the lawyer it will take more time than by "Moneygram" transfer.
Another reason to check about the delivery of my backpack and baggage.
Wish I could afford a "pay lawyer"
Thank you, thank you, for the good news. my cat's well-being is one of the major things I'm worried (less, now, thanks to N and you), about here.
Wish I could afford a "pay lawyer" as they call it here; they cost a fortune, 20K-50K and beyond. Only way possible is through funds exist at the Jewish community. I heard that they do have special organizations or funds for that cause. That needs some search, I guess.
I had a visit by Rabbi Traxler. Really nice person. He's forbidden to initiate contact people related to inmates.
I guess people could contact him. He's from Houston. He had no voice, due to a season illness, but I'm sure there is someone that helps him communicate over the phone.
Yesterday was KANTINA, so I had my nails trimmed after 5 weeks. I don't know how it sounds, but it was a relief.
Wish I could afford a "pay lawyer" as they call it here; they cost a fortune, 20K-50K and beyond. Only way possible is through funds exist at the Jewish community. I heard that they do have special organizations or funds for that cause. That needs some search, I guess.
I had a visit by Rabbi Traxler. Really nice person. He's forbidden to initiate contact people related to inmates.
I guess people could contact him. He's from Houston. He had no voice, due to a season illness, but I'm sure there is someone that helps him communicate over the phone.
Yesterday was KANTINA, so I had my nails trimmed after 5 weeks. I don't know how it sounds, but it was a relief.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
How did I get here?
How did I get here? That question was running over and over through my head during the first two weeks of my imprisonment. The right to follow answer have always been the same: by airplane and by car.
It makes me sad to realize I actually paid for flying here. Sure I couldn't expect to get arrested only two days before my scheduled flight back, yet, I paid for getting here and now I'm locked in a federal detention facility.
My arrest was so much like a movie, that for days after I imagined all kind of surreal stuff: like maybe I purchased an extreme prison-like vacation; like every time the phone rang at the CO's office, is to inform of my immediate release; almost every buzz at the cellblock door made my mind jump in anticipation - maybe they came to fix the mistake and set me free!
The hardest part is being locked up. I'm now sure not only it has a long time effect, but also can make the mind go crazy, literally. As for myself, I did feel my mind, conciseness and soul, melting away, turning to liquid, washing out of my entire body, off my head. It gets so intense that I felt my will power and mind slowly draining away. At times, I cared about nothing no more. I was ready to give up and end it all.
The HMI agents arrested me, were nothing like in the movies. They were NOT bold and fearless, and couldn't make a role model to about nothing. They were extremely polite and quiet. They threatened me in a low, respectful tone. They looked right in my eyes when they lied to me. They manipulated me, abused me with smooth talking and well mannered behavior. They were a lot like the psychopath Dr. at the mental health institution, that when he smiles, it's the worst sign.
They had an easy one with me: 42 years old, no criminal record, pulled out of the hotel room bed in a foreign country, having the flu and dead tired. I would have confessed about having a sister or anything else. And they violated my other rights as well.
Problem is, that in the country of "Freedom and justice for all", the biggest democracy in the world, there are rules for the rules, all set by the federal government system. Once that system begins to chew someone up, he's doomed. one way or another he will never just come out clean. Never.
It makes me sad to realize I actually paid for flying here. Sure I couldn't expect to get arrested only two days before my scheduled flight back, yet, I paid for getting here and now I'm locked in a federal detention facility.
My arrest was so much like a movie, that for days after I imagined all kind of surreal stuff: like maybe I purchased an extreme prison-like vacation; like every time the phone rang at the CO's office, is to inform of my immediate release; almost every buzz at the cellblock door made my mind jump in anticipation - maybe they came to fix the mistake and set me free!
The hardest part is being locked up. I'm now sure not only it has a long time effect, but also can make the mind go crazy, literally. As for myself, I did feel my mind, conciseness and soul, melting away, turning to liquid, washing out of my entire body, off my head. It gets so intense that I felt my will power and mind slowly draining away. At times, I cared about nothing no more. I was ready to give up and end it all.
The HMI agents arrested me, were nothing like in the movies. They were NOT bold and fearless, and couldn't make a role model to about nothing. They were extremely polite and quiet. They threatened me in a low, respectful tone. They looked right in my eyes when they lied to me. They manipulated me, abused me with smooth talking and well mannered behavior. They were a lot like the psychopath Dr. at the mental health institution, that when he smiles, it's the worst sign.
They had an easy one with me: 42 years old, no criminal record, pulled out of the hotel room bed in a foreign country, having the flu and dead tired. I would have confessed about having a sister or anything else. And they violated my other rights as well.
Problem is, that in the country of "Freedom and justice for all", the biggest democracy in the world, there are rules for the rules, all set by the federal government system. Once that system begins to chew someone up, he's doomed. one way or another he will never just come out clean. Never.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I try to remember you're with me
I try to remember you're with me, only feelings here get in contrast, becuase it's lonely and communications is so limited. I try to remember it's only hours and days, just at night everything tends to look much more bad and hard. my mind go here from ok to worse thoughts and paranoid thoughts get me too.
The problem I have with the officials comes to the bottom line they are doing less than zero: not only I didn't even had a courtesy visit, but they limit your steps in helping me, and laughing in my face as if I'm supposed to be thankful it's not thailand. Well, it's not Thailand, and their responsibility for helping an Israeli citizent in troubles is the same everywhere. Even if he's locked up before or after a trial.
The problem I have with the officials comes to the bottom line they are doing less than zero: not only I didn't even had a courtesy visit, but they limit your steps in helping me, and laughing in my face as if I'm supposed to be thankful it's not thailand. Well, it's not Thailand, and their responsibility for helping an Israeli citizent in troubles is the same everywhere. Even if he's locked up before or after a trial.
My dear friends: Today you really helped me
My dear friends:
Today you really helped me over the phone; don't know how exactly, but you somehow made me feel that everything *will* be all right.
I want to thank you for being the true family I never had; well, at least not blood-related. You proved that already;
only now, in my toughest, hardest time ever, you're helping me like a a true friend; for that I'm and always be grateful in a way I cannot fully express.
Today you really helped me over the phone; don't know how exactly, but you somehow made me feel that everything *will* be all right.
I want to thank you for being the true family I never had; well, at least not blood-related. You proved that already;
only now, in my toughest, hardest time ever, you're helping me like a a true friend; for that I'm and always be grateful in a way I cannot fully express.
I've been taken to court
I've been taken to court twice so far. It is a tiresome ordeal. Cuffed from going out to coming back, that is leg cuffs + hand cuffs locked to a waist chain, for the whole time out. No exceptions. It is dehumanizing, not animal like but just like a package that obey orders: walk, stop, to the side, face the wall. must obey the officers like in IMA SHEL HA'TIRONOOT
During the first week I fantasized maybe I clicked "buy" by an error, on one of those bored-rich-people-extreme-vacations, and that I mistakenly purchased the "all inclusive" deal, with arrest at the hotel room and everything.
During the first week I fantasized maybe I clicked "buy" by an error, on one of those bored-rich-people-extreme-vacations, and that I mistakenly purchased the "all inclusive" deal, with arrest at the hotel room and everything.
21 things that Happened to me in jail (which I never imagined will happen to me)
21 things that Happened to me in jail (which I never imagined will happen to me)
1. Legs and hands cuffed, hands to waist chain, for 10 hours straight. Eat, drink, piss like that.
2. Being locked in a small cell with 1-26 more men.
3.Eat like a starving animal, back to back with tens of other men, plastic spoon only, burning hot food in 5 minutes.
4. Open mouth and raise tongue for inspection I swallowed the pill given.
5. Strip search in a room with three more men. Lift my testicles, spread my ass, and show feet soles.
6. Full body wash in a 30cm wide sink.
7. Cough and cold, three weeks, no medications to relieve symptoms.
8. Do time math when the best time to sit on the toilet.
9. Full contact search, spread legs, hands & facing a wall.
10 Go through an aggressive questioning by three intimidating prison personal about my sexual preference, sex life, sex style and experience.
11. Sleep in a two stories steel "bed" ("bunk"), on a 5cm cheapest foam mattress.
12. Wear the same pants for weeks, w/o laundry.
13. Hide food in clothes.
14. Loose the will for living , everyday, a few times a day (less as time go by, yet, it's there on crisis moments).
15. Live in a constant fear and doubt of what will happen next.
16. Cuff marks on wrists and ankles
17. Have no idea what's the time. Completely disconnected form internet access.
19. Be subjects to medical tests and procedure w/o any ask or say.
20. Put a "Last Will" in hand writing and mail it to my friends.
21. Hate to wake up from sleep.
1. Legs and hands cuffed, hands to waist chain, for 10 hours straight. Eat, drink, piss like that.
2. Being locked in a small cell with 1-26 more men.
3.Eat like a starving animal, back to back with tens of other men, plastic spoon only, burning hot food in 5 minutes.
4. Open mouth and raise tongue for inspection I swallowed the pill given.
5. Strip search in a room with three more men. Lift my testicles, spread my ass, and show feet soles.
6. Full body wash in a 30cm wide sink.
7. Cough and cold, three weeks, no medications to relieve symptoms.
8. Do time math when the best time to sit on the toilet.
9. Full contact search, spread legs, hands & facing a wall.
10 Go through an aggressive questioning by three intimidating prison personal about my sexual preference, sex life, sex style and experience.
11. Sleep in a two stories steel "bed" ("bunk"), on a 5cm cheapest foam mattress.
12. Wear the same pants for weeks, w/o laundry.
13. Hide food in clothes.
14. Loose the will for living , everyday, a few times a day (less as time go by, yet, it's there on crisis moments).
15. Live in a constant fear and doubt of what will happen next.
16. Cuff marks on wrists and ankles
17. Have no idea what's the time. Completely disconnected form internet access.
19. Be subjects to medical tests and procedure w/o any ask or say.
20. Put a "Last Will" in hand writing and mail it to my friends.
21. Hate to wake up from sleep.
It's all true
I wrote this letter because it *might" help; because sometimes things need more of a push; because one can never know who might get to his help in those situations, and because that's the most I can do for myself.
it's all true, but not intended to complain, just to show the wrong things as they are, maybe things could get better and more faster. I must try, right?
Tried to call both Y and N, had no answer. I really hope things as usual and please don't hide anything, it kills me when I'm getting to thoughts and speculations.
During daytime 9-3 and 6-9 I can check emails almost once an hour; it lifts me up everytime I see a new message, so please, ask everyone to write me. N included, I hope he's not tired of dealing with me.
it's all true, but not intended to complain, just to show the wrong things as they are, maybe things could get better and more faster. I must try, right?
Tried to call both Y and N, had no answer. I really hope things as usual and please don't hide anything, it kills me when I'm getting to thoughts and speculations.
During daytime 9-3 and 6-9 I can check emails almost once an hour; it lifts me up everytime I see a new message, so please, ask everyone to write me. N included, I hope he's not tired of dealing with me.
It is now 4 weeks
It is now 4 weeks since my arrest; I had one 10 minutes meeting and two phone calls with my appointed attorney. Also one 20 minutes meet with an investigator of that office. I don't know anything about what's going to happen.
I'm getting about half of the medical care I need. The Israel embassy and Foreign Affairs Ministry, completely ignoring me, and refuse to help my friends help me.
My life in Israel is falling apart; I'm being punished before trialed. I'm getting less than minimal legal advice.
Calling friends people who can help me is limited in minutes and costs more than 6 SHEKEL per minute. It also limited by phone usage hours, call duration and time differences.
I'm helpless, threatened by the USA Federal "justice" system. They can and they do to me what ever they decide, I have no say about my life, nothing to hold on to. I'm lost.
I beg whoever reads this, please help me before it's too late. I'm 42 years old, without any criminal record. I will share all my case details with anyone who can help.
Please help me get back Home.
I'm getting about half of the medical care I need. The Israel embassy and Foreign Affairs Ministry, completely ignoring me, and refuse to help my friends help me.
My life in Israel is falling apart; I'm being punished before trialed. I'm getting less than minimal legal advice.
Calling friends people who can help me is limited in minutes and costs more than 6 SHEKEL per minute. It also limited by phone usage hours, call duration and time differences.
I'm helpless, threatened by the USA Federal "justice" system. They can and they do to me what ever they decide, I have no say about my life, nothing to hold on to. I'm lost.
I beg whoever reads this, please help me before it's too late. I'm 42 years old, without any criminal record. I will share all my case details with anyone who can help.
Please help me get back Home.
Federal Detention Houston
Hi,
I was interrupted earlier when trying to write this. Anyway, I really hope someone will address that open letter and help even a bit.
The federal system here can eat me alive.
Part 3
When done at "homeland Security", I was delivered to Federal Detention Houston. Processing there included a complete body X-ray scan. I had no option to refuse that high amount of X-ray radiation.
Through the whole process I've been objectified as if I were a non-living package. All my prescribed medicine taken to "extermination". I had zero ask or say about any of that. At that point I truly believed I'm going to get a thyroid shock and will die there.
Being diagnosed as ADD + major depression since 2003, in addition to Grave's disease since 1995, I have suffered an extreme emotional stress and physical anxiety that made me feel as if I'm dead, watching myself outside my body.
The next morning I was brought in front of a judge. A lady who introduced herself as from Federal Public Defense told me what to answer in response to the judge questions, while we're standing in front of him. Being weak and frightened, I cannot remember a thing of what been said there.
Later I was taken to processing by US Marshals. Just by chance I managed to explain my religious needs and to hold my transfer to another facility which won't support my Jewish religion.
50$ were taken out of my money and shown to me as if it will be deposited to my inmate commissary account. Those 50$ never arrived in my commissary account.
For the next three weeks I had to relay on other inmates "favors" which I could not and should not refuse. As for my personal hygiene, I received 10ml of soap (or less) for each day. I couldn't wash my hair, clip my nails or clean my ears. I still have a month long nails growing.
On Jan.29th I was taken to court again. The Public Defender attorney appointed to my case met me for a 10 minutes talk. Then, in front of the judge, I answered as directed by her. After 10 hours in legs and hand-to-waist cuffs, I've been delivered back to detention center.
On re-processing, I was forced to "donate" my clothes and shoes to "charity". I had no other option.
End of part 3
I was interrupted earlier when trying to write this. Anyway, I really hope someone will address that open letter and help even a bit.
The federal system here can eat me alive.
Part 3
When done at "homeland Security", I was delivered to Federal Detention Houston. Processing there included a complete body X-ray scan. I had no option to refuse that high amount of X-ray radiation.
Through the whole process I've been objectified as if I were a non-living package. All my prescribed medicine taken to "extermination". I had zero ask or say about any of that. At that point I truly believed I'm going to get a thyroid shock and will die there.
Being diagnosed as ADD + major depression since 2003, in addition to Grave's disease since 1995, I have suffered an extreme emotional stress and physical anxiety that made me feel as if I'm dead, watching myself outside my body.
The next morning I was brought in front of a judge. A lady who introduced herself as from Federal Public Defense told me what to answer in response to the judge questions, while we're standing in front of him. Being weak and frightened, I cannot remember a thing of what been said there.
Later I was taken to processing by US Marshals. Just by chance I managed to explain my religious needs and to hold my transfer to another facility which won't support my Jewish religion.
50$ were taken out of my money and shown to me as if it will be deposited to my inmate commissary account. Those 50$ never arrived in my commissary account.
For the next three weeks I had to relay on other inmates "favors" which I could not and should not refuse. As for my personal hygiene, I received 10ml of soap (or less) for each day. I couldn't wash my hair, clip my nails or clean my ears. I still have a month long nails growing.
On Jan.29th I was taken to court again. The Public Defender attorney appointed to my case met me for a 10 minutes talk. Then, in front of the judge, I answered as directed by her. After 10 hours in legs and hand-to-waist cuffs, I've been delivered back to detention center.
On re-processing, I was forced to "donate" my clothes and shoes to "charity". I had no other option.
End of part 3
A little something happened
Just a little something happened minutes ago: at the age of 42, I find myself looking down, practicly begging to staff member, in order to get my prison-issued shoes reolaced. Talking in a low, humble tone, I ask to get a new pair of shoes, for the prison-issued type tend to break apart after a few weeks of use.
Cuffed and taken
Hi,
I'm writing in a few parts due to restrictions with using email.
It's hard to use this PC for long time, plus every minute of usage costs 0.2 Shekel of my limited budget.
Part 2
For a while I answered their questions as much as I could. I did not understand all that has been said and asked, and I can't remember most of it, since I was in shock, frightened, and because English is not my native language. During all that time, other agents walked in and out of the room, searching my personal effects, opening all my packed baggage and repacking in a different order. They asked me about personal stuff I had, and exchanged remarks and smiles regarding my sex life or style.
When done with questioning me, they said I must put in writing what they consider as "main points" and sign the statement.
To my protest that I can't express myself in a clear, correct, fair way, being under so much pressure, they said that they will guide me. Again, I had no option but to write a partially dictated statement, while the agents guiding me.
At that time I still believed everything will be over soon. If only I could know at the time of my arrest that an indictment already filed to court on Jan22nd, *four days* before my actual arrest, I would have made other choices. I believe without a doubt the agents intentionally hide that fact from me.
When the agents done with questioning me, I was cuffed and taken for processing in Homeland Security building, where they took my finger prints and DNA samples. I don't know what they did with the rental car I had, and could not question any of the processing.
End part 2
I'm writing in a few parts due to restrictions with using email.
It's hard to use this PC for long time, plus every minute of usage costs 0.2 Shekel of my limited budget.
Part 2
For a while I answered their questions as much as I could. I did not understand all that has been said and asked, and I can't remember most of it, since I was in shock, frightened, and because English is not my native language. During all that time, other agents walked in and out of the room, searching my personal effects, opening all my packed baggage and repacking in a different order. They asked me about personal stuff I had, and exchanged remarks and smiles regarding my sex life or style.
When done with questioning me, they said I must put in writing what they consider as "main points" and sign the statement.
To my protest that I can't express myself in a clear, correct, fair way, being under so much pressure, they said that they will guide me. Again, I had no option but to write a partially dictated statement, while the agents guiding me.
At that time I still believed everything will be over soon. If only I could know at the time of my arrest that an indictment already filed to court on Jan22nd, *four days* before my actual arrest, I would have made other choices. I believe without a doubt the agents intentionally hide that fact from me.
When the agents done with questioning me, I was cuffed and taken for processing in Homeland Security building, where they took my finger prints and DNA samples. I don't know what they did with the rental car I had, and could not question any of the processing.
End part 2
Morning of Jan.26th
On the morning of Jan.26th while visiting in USA and two days before my scheduled flight back to Israel, I was arrested by "Homeland Security" agents. Very early in the morning they knocked the hotel room door, identified as "police", ordered me to stand outside the room for a search, barefoot, wearing only pants and light T-shirt. Then they searched the room for a few minutes, while I'm still standing outside, barefoot, cold & in shock. No warrant has been shown to me.
After searching the room, they ordered me back in and sat me for a "talk". They told me they "know everything" and that I must "be honest". That phrase was repeated many times. They displayed me a waive of rights document, and told me that if I sign it and answer their questions then they will help me. Otherwise, they said, if I choose to keep my rights, they will take me to prison where I'll be locked for a long time.
end part 1
After searching the room, they ordered me back in and sat me for a "talk". They told me they "know everything" and that I must "be honest". That phrase was repeated many times. They displayed me a waive of rights document, and told me that if I sign it and answer their questions then they will help me. Otherwise, they said, if I choose to keep my rights, they will take me to prison where I'll be locked for a long time.
end part 1
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