By: George Feigley
Cofounder
Even persons with the brain-power of a Reese realize that stress,
harassment and excitement can be deadly for patients suffering
from heart disease. Of course, that can hardly account for the
sadism, ineptitude and arrogance of the staff at the infamous
state prison at Frackville in East-Central Pennsylvania.
Due to the stress and atrocious conditions at the Frackville prison, I suffered another heart attack. It can best be attributed to my treatment by the staff. In addition, I'd never been given the proper care, medication or consideration for earlier heart problems. Frackville's method is always to do as much harm as possible. The fellows who run the place are sadists and egotists. The heart attack caused me a lot of pain and concern, but I was conscious, lucid and sane. I was able to decide for myself what treatment, if any I wanted. I made the serious mistake of asking to be seen by the medical staff. I admit it. It was a serious blunder. I was foolish enough to believe what the medicos told me; "if you have any problems, just come to us. Well help you." That's a lie! Being inept if not actually unqualified, the medical staff decided to ignore my repeated requests for rest and calm in my own cell. Ignoring the stress it would cause, they insisted that I go to the hospital. I refused. I wanted to rest and relax. Who should materialize but a guard, a captain. To the best of my knowledge he possessed no medical degrees, no special qualifications and little recognition of the seriously adverse effects of stress. He obviously enjoyed the illusion that he was wiser that I am. He had more arrogance than sense. For some reason Captain Clark insinuated himself into my medical treatment. What would give him the idea that he was qualified to involve himself in any way in a patient's heart care? Nonetheless, the guard, apparently inflated with his power as opposed to his knowledge, intruded into my care. Using small words and simple concepts, I explained to Mister Clark how adversely my heart condition was affected by stress, excitement and harassment. I refused all further "treatment" and repeatedly asked to return to my cell to rest and recover. My decision be damned, Mister Clark ordered me to go to the hospital. After protracted harassment, he changed his order. Against my will, I was to be forced to go to the infirmary at nearby Mahanoy prison; a much less bad institution than Frackville. It may not have been actual malice on Captain Clark's part. At the very least, it was an arrogant power move. He had the power to force me to do something and he just couldn't help himself. He felt the need to force dangerous stress, harassment and excitement on me. The trip to Mahanoy and my treatment very greatly increased the damage of the heart attack. Inept bumblers injured my wrists with handcuffs and my ankle with heavy shackles. I was manhandled, tossed about and bounced around inside the transport truck. The episode not only injured my heart, it also traumatized me. Fortunately, the inept sadists failed to kill me, but I was (and remain) seriously sick. I'll never again ask for medical help at Frackville! While it may sound paranoid, several guards at Frackville actively try to kill me or at least want me dead. It reflects the degree of their professionalism and the unfortunate nature of their personalities. For anyone who cares, stress is a killer. It's deadly especially to heart patients. Don't stress, harass or excite sick persons.
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