(This
is the text of a letter received from Walt in the DC jail in late November.
it was handwritten in pencil on the back of recycled legal documents,
transcribed by his assistant, Donna. Some minor edits have been made for
legal and space considerations.)
I am a United States
citizen, but I find myself in what could be described as a third world
prison. I have been incarcerated since February 28, 2005, prior to my
trial on a financial/tax matter related to my job of the last twelve years
managing the endowment of a not-for-profit organization. I am 52 years
old and have never been involved in any serious criminal matters or even
a minor financial scandal.
The prison is near the edge of the Capitol City of the country. I moved
into this city 21 years ago thinking it would be a comfortable place to
work and live. I travel a lot for my work but was always happy to return
to my home here. I never believed that the government...in this country
would turn its attention against me.
The city is reasonably prosperous but, unfortunately, the political climate
which is nominally “free” and “democratic” has
been edging into a more polarized and "security-conscious" attitude.
Nevertheless, I remained here because I was comfortable. My home is on
the top floor of a building with a view of the river which passes from
the mountains down through the city. Having lived here so long I know
the territory: which restaurants are good, which shops have the things
I need and, of course, I have developed many personal connections over
a long period of time. When I learned about the IRS and Justice Department's
investigations, I could have easily remained overseas, but I chose not
to. I did so because I am certain of my innocence, and naively believed
that would actually make a difference once the authorities invested sufficient
time into their “investigation” to want a result.
Perhaps I was an easy target. I lived in this capitol city but never sought
to 'buy" any political influence, unlike many corporate leaders and
financiers. Many of my business activities are outside the country and
my goal has always been to achieve on merit and hard work, not through
politics, favors or corrupt dealings like, unfortunately, much of the
business in this city. Some of the causes I have supported were not politically
popular.
The jail in which I have been placed is one of two facilities in the city.
One is the older jail which is falling apart but still overflowing with
inmates. The other, newer facility, of which the government is very proud,
is next door to the old facility, yet is also overcrowded.
When I was charged my lawyers tried to convince the judge to release me.
However, the prosecutor convinced him that so much of my life was outside
the country there was nothing here to hold me. Very senior government
officials had made public comments about this case and the judge, perhaps
out of caution, decided to play it safe and incarcerate me.
I am housed in a unit in “Building D”. This building holds
around 350 persons. I have now been here for eight months or so trying
to prepare for my trial. I had a top law firm working on the case during
the investigation. This firm had worked with me for many years on other
matters. I believe the government has intimidated this firm into dropping
out of the case. They will not even return my phone calls.
I was able to hire one of the most prestigious law firms in the city.
They were very costly. This firm has won some major cases against the
government. A few months after I hired this firm the government helped
to block the funds which were paying for my defense. This firm no longer
wants to hear from me either.
A few months after my incarceration, possibly due to the poor air quality
in the prison, I came down with a very serious respiratory infection.
I repeatedly asked to see a doctor but had to wait four weeks while the
infection worsened. Finally, I saw a person claiming to be a doctor. I
was not given the antibiotics needed to cure the infection. I waited another
four weeks and was having some very serious breathing problems. From outside
the facility my family and friends began calling. To avoid bad publicity,
the senior doctor finally saw me and provided the correct medication.
Building D is fully enclosed with tiny windows which can not be opened.
During the hottest part of the year, the air conditioning failed in the
building. The inside temperature during the day was like an oven, often
reaching above 130 degrees F and never going below 100 degrees for weeks
at a time. This continued for six weeks. The local newspaper finally wrote
an article about the conditions and the air conditioning was repaired
within a few days.
The warden was clearly not focused on medical care or infrastructure of
his facility. He spent some of his time visiting the individual rooms
of the inmates to make sure that no personal pictures were taped on the
wall. He would tear them down personally or have his assistant do it.
Lawyers visiting their clients in the facility often wait an hour or more
for their clients to walk the five minutes to the visiting halls. The
staff required to “escort” prisoners was often busy with private
matters and could not be bothered.
The prisoners are allowed to receive paperback books sent by family and
friends. The books are to be sent by book dealers or publishers directly.
Most of the books sent to me were returned. This happened over thirty
times. I did receive books a few times. Perhaps the person in charge of
"returning books" was off duty those days.
My legal and personal mail is often lost or delayed. Outgoing mail sometimes
never arrives. The commissary sells stamps but for five weeks my orders
were blocked so I had no stamps. One of my friends tried to send me some
in a personal letter. The stamps were “seized” and I was told
that this "contraband" (stamps) could be considered to be part
of an “escape attempt” (!).
The first draft of this story was taken from among my personal and legal
documents during a search of my room. Some other documents were also taken.
This is supposed to be illegal under this country’s Constitution.
That did not seem to concern the official much.
Now my lawyers are not allowed to see me in person. My case involves a
lot of documents but we must work with thick glass separating us. We can
not talk to each other because the electronic “phone” does
not work. We must try to shout through the glass.
On November 29, 2005, I was moved into “total segregation”.
I did not get to keep any of my things. I was placed in a dirty room.
I do not have soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, towels, pillows,
clean sheets, toilet paper, brush or a comb. I have no legal tablets.
I managed to hold onto one pen. I am writing this on the back of another
document. Five days ago most of my legal documents have been taken away
from me and put into storage. When I asked for toilet paper one of the
guards jokingly suggested I prepare a “shopping list”. I have
not been allowed to use the phone here.
My remaining hope is that my lawyers can make sense of the documents they
have and present a convincing case in my trial. I still have hopes for
justice as my third world prison is in the city of Washington, DC and
only a few miles from my home in Georgetown. I have lived in the Washington
area all my life and still have some faith and hope that the truth and
an impartial jury will win my freedom.
Walt Anderson
November 30th, 2005
Control Detention Facility
Washington, DC
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