Life and writings in a prison in Costa Rica

Saturday, September 22, 2007

holly`s story, live from ALAJUELA!

Been a while, i know. But there was so little to tell.
And all of a sudden, last month a great change to the better. Bradley was transferred to a different prison, reserved for the elite and the well behaved elderly men. Many of them have spent years in jail and have adapted to the there is lots of space, lots of green and much more privileges. We have been able to visit him on a saturday, which is exceptional considering the special visiting pass had not been confirmed, we sat outside and talked.
He is looking good and much happier, he gives english classes daily, GOES TO REHABILITATION CLASSES and does all it takes to prove he can still be a valuable memeber of society. He says the rules are simple, make your bed, cut your hair, clean up and don't fight. These men all say `this is not a jail!"
we brought him loads of books, new sneakers and socks, writing paper and pens. so we can expect all ew writings and plays in the coming months. Maybe. because here comes the 2nd piece of news: on the 3rd of october there will be a hearing, and he will hear exactly if and when there will be a chance of coming out early.
there might be a problem: when the guards at the :new`place opened his suitcase, right there, lying on top of his clothes, there was a joint. Surprise. He believes it was put there by someone at the previous place, to get him in trouble. he says he isn't stupid, he wouldn't have put it there knowing the guards will always look through a prisoner's possessions when they come to a prison. But they found it, and because of that joint he might actually lose his 'good behaviour' credits, and be forced to sit out his complete sentence, 5 years instead of 2 and 9 months... Who put it there? was it a goodbye present or was it to try to keep him at the old place? whatever happens he will not be returned to Puntarenas, so ... we'll deal with it.
Funny story. After a week in Alajuela, the director of the previous place phoned him and asked if he wanted to come back to Puntarenas... He politely declined. They miss the english classes he used to give.
But we will be visiting him daily, and i will keep you all posted.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

a poem for Live Earth

Mother Nature

Once upon a time the water was pure
Now every river on earth is a sewer
How many species are extinct today
Never to return again in any way

I am the mother, your mother earth
It is i who have given all of you birth
Now i curse the day i created man
Into hell! you will all be damned.

It is a capital sin to cut down a tree
you slash and burn all over me.
Today the land once jungle or orchard
we are now victims of an earth you tortured

An angry mother reveals powers she had
as the sky gets hot and the seas go mad
hurricanes and tornados will proliferate
your coastal cities i will eliminate.

Cannibalism will be the final solution
you will be victims of your own pollution
The living will curse the memory of you
and the dead will be your bar-b-que"

Brad's story

Every 3 or 4 years, the Costa Rican penal system relocates long time inmates. These men will have spent their entire adult life inside lockdown. Now 2 new men have arrived from another prison.
One is a typecast stereotype of what you expect a sex pervert to look like in the movies, a muscular squat face with a rotten teeth sneer that passes for a smile. this man could play the leading part in any nightmare movie.
The other new man is confined to a wheelchair. He has a powerful upper torso and is underdeveloped below the hips. This man has many friends helping him in the shower, in the bathroom,, and they are fed from the outside. He was arrested for a sex crime, how is that possible when confined to a wheelchair? what was he doing? could be good movie stuff.
They released the cow fucker today. He got caught in the act, got 5 years and did 2. There must be more to the story, i don't believe it, the cow wasn't hurt in any way, i bet she hardly noticed it at all.

Holly"s story

everything is ok, Brad is starting to believe he actually might be released in august. How? why? strange rumors, whatever. He knows, understands the danger of false hope, and still every time he gets ready to walk out the door. The system seems based on hope, " keep'em happy" kind of routine.
we talk nearly daily on the phone, he calls, i call, sometimes he has important news, like when the wandering dog watched the inmates football game with him, or the time they got a second mango! often about his writings, he is nearly finished with the script for a movie and the hero just got shot and is dying.
and sometimes he wonders and worries about something small that happened when i was a kid, or when linda's twins were born.
all things considered he is fine, works in the prison library. Yes, the even have english books there, left behind by other inmates. He told me of the other Gringo, an american who got 12 years for seducing a minor, a 16 year old who happened to be the niece or cousin of someone important... What he actually did was smoke a joint with her and her 2 girlfriends. he will sit there till 2012. This gringo has read every book in the library and is starting afresh, by book 1.
Dear readers,... Please send books for them!
Kiss to all, from Bradley and from me

Bradley Haylock
"Centro institucional el ROBLE"
El Roble de Puntarenas
Puntarenas, Costa Rica
America central

Friday, May 4, 2007

holly's story

so as you all see, he is alive and kicking, furious and cheerful. He is busy reading and reading and writing his comments on history, on politics...
He called yesterday out of boredom he said, just to hear what i'm doing, what i'm wearing.
we're all counting the days. November 24th.

other writings by Bradford X!

http://liberalforum.org/liberalforum//index.php?showtopic=21537

check it out!

april 13, 2007, comments on WW1!

Out of marijuana, out of cash. No money to buy it along with che-cha, food from outside or any of the goodies which make the loss of liberty palatable. i smoked my last joint yesterday, today i feel very depressed. it is hard to write coherently. It is only through the immense love i feel for all my readers, you folks out there, that i can squeeze a few words frommy pen.
Nothing exciting is happening with these fat middle aged sex offenders i'm stuck with. The football games are monotonous. The relief is i don't have to smell the smell of crack smoke anymore. I'm reading about the big war, 1914-1918, the last day. This was a personal feud between kings, czars, kaisers, popes, emperors, financed by capitalists. it was as if Machiavelli had returned to earth claiming divine privileges from an invisible god, claiming Faustian economics, paid for in human blood. And along comes woodrow wilson, the 28th president of the united states, who with a great feeling for fiscal satire, makes it possibleto finance warfare on credit. Fight first, pay later, but you have to win the war! then you can get the other fellow to pay for it all. Wilson believed he was in direct communication with God, had a self-righteousness that knows what is the correct procedure for everyone. I delegate woodrow wilson to the bottom, as the worst american president ever elected. He was called the "englishman in disguise". He conspired with Winston Churchill to get the United States into the war on the allied side. The deal included the scarifice of the Lusitania, the passenger liner, with americans aboard. Churchill was desperate and agreed to Wilson's terms, making wilson peace maker of the world. Terms included the dissolution of the british empire and entry into the war after the american elections,ayear and a half after the sinking of the lusitania. And america agreed not produce any armaments, but to buy it all from the english and french on credit.
This story is toolong to tell properly here. but i am shocked and horrified at what i amdiscovering.the entire matter of the Lusitania was a lie and a coverup.I call it a deliberate murder for profit.