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    Remote Control Electronic Brain Punishment

    By David Fratus

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                                             David Fratus, 17886
                                             Box 250
                                             Draper, Utah 84020
                                             October 18, 1988

    Dear Sir :

         I am currently involved in a crisis of a bizarre nature
    which I'm sure will be of utmost interest, providing you can find
    credence in what I relate and not summarily dismiss me as being a
    fantasy-stricken space case.

         I'm being subjected to some type of remote control
    electronic brain punishment, in severity nothing less than
    outright torture, and the technology being utilized to execute
    this questionable action is not only highly specialized and
    sophisticated, but causes me to wonder whether knowledgeable
    authorities are even aware that a device of this nature exists.
    The credentials I can offer as to the veracity of these
    allegations are slim and none. I'm standing in a bad light to
    begin with, as I am a 38 year old inmate serving a 1 to 15 year
    sentence for 2nd degree burglary at the Utah State Prison, and
    the information contained within is in regard to my substantial
    problems with prison officials who would gladly have it believed
    that my word merits no credibility whatsoever. They have, in
    fact, gone to extreme lengths to insure that such is the case,
    and you will presently understand why. I have never been
    afflicted with psychological disorders of any kind, and am not
    given to fabricating stories with which to bother busy people or
    cause unnecessary commotion. I'm a convicted thief, not a liar.

         It is a difficult story to tell--and though a bit long
    winded as presented, I feel it important to explain these events
    in their entirety so as to give the reader a proper picture.
    Although not well educated, I am reasonably intelligent and able
    to recount the sequences and details to incidents with a great
    deal of accuracy, and I swear to you that what is written on
    these pages is unembellished and 1000 true. I ask you to please
    read and evaluate my letter and hope you will see fit to assist
    me with any pertinent information you might possess. Should it
    prove to be that you cannot offer an explanation as to what is
    happening here, then I'm afraid there is much more amiss than
    what I had suspected and would make my position appear most
    precarious.

         Eleven months ago I unfortunately ran afoul of prison
    officials as a result of a minor altercation with other inmates
    and what was then deemed to be a poor attitude on my part. It has
    since been a battle of wills, and what they have done to me for
    my failure to kow tow to them is incomprehensible. The hostilities
    commenced with guards being ordered to launch an intensive
    campaign of harassments against me. Day after day they tampered
    with my food, smashing and removing items from my tray, and
    threatened to poison me with carcinogens and diseases. My mail
    received similar treatment, I was constantly verbally badgered as
    well as physically assaulted, and was told my parents would be
    murdered should I fail to maintain silence. These methods were
    employed to provoke me into losing my temper and acting out,
    giving them sufficient cause to impose disciplinary measures and
    isolate me in the maximum security unit where I could be dealt
    with without their having to be concerned about witnesses. I have
    since discovered that these set-up tactics are standard operating
    procedure at this prison, and believe me, no one could undergo
    the systematic and intense harassment routine I was subjected to
    and not lose their temper.

         Once isolated, some extremely peculiar things began to
    occur. I became disoriented to the extent that my cell and
    surrounding area would take on a surrealistic appearance as
    though I were under the influence of a hallucinogenic drug, and I
    was plagued by severe headaches and insomnia for weeks at a time.
    I had absolutely no inkling of what was happening,and after a
    couple months of having some fantastically cruel games played
    with my mind ultimately reducing me to a state of anxiety, the
    psychiatric squad was called in to play their roles in this
    colossal "set up" and I was declared to be suffering from a
    mental illness after undergoing a farcical and cursory interview
    in duration of no more than 15 minutes. Delusional persecution
    and paranoia was, I believe, how they so conveniently labeled me.
    It was obviously a deliberate and prearranged plan, and
    throughout these actions the staff would make malicious comments
    as to, "How are you enjoying your headaches?" Need some aspirin?"
    and "Are you sleeping well, Mr. Fratus?"  The use of this
    fraudulent and adverse psychiatric classification was just one
    more nail in my coffin, and intended as a means to cast suspicion
    on my credibility, as well as further enable them to keep me
    isolated. Now that the frame-up prerequisites were satisfactorily
    out of the way, they were able to proceed with their campaign of
    mental terrorism.

         I began to receive, or hear, high frequency tones in my
    ears. Like the test pattern on a TV set. The volume or intensity
    of these frequencies is adjustable and some are so high and
    piercing that they've literally had me climbing the walls. When I
    plug my ears with cotton or fingertips, the tones are still
    inside and become amplified. It's as if they had become
    electrified echo chambers with the sounds coming from the inside
    out. When I complained or acted out, I was beaten and thrown into
    a strip cell with no clothes, mattress, toilet paper or drinking
    water. Nothing--and the intensity of these frequency
    transmissions would be crescendoed to maddening levels. Much
    mental distress! This is still being done to me three shifts, 24
    hours a day, and the combination of these demoralizing mental
    torments and sleep deprivation for weeks on end has exacted a
    heavy toll on me.

         I began to write letters of complaint and question to
    various medical and legal associations after the first four
    months. It proved futile to complain to prison and state
    officials, as they are aware of, and sanctioning this treatment,
    and did nothing but use my complaints as a vehicle to further
    ridicule and aggravate me. It required upwards of 50 letters
    before I finally acquired information which gave me a clue as to
    just what kind of a predicament I was in. Most people, it seems,
    are understandably reluctant to offer assistance to a convicted
    person no matter how serious the situation, and the majority of
    my letters went unanswered. No telling if these letters were
    actually mailed, however, as prison officials are notorious for
    misplacing inmate mail, and these people are definitely trying to
    hinder my quest for information and support in this matter. I
    subscribe to "U.S. News and World Report" which recently printed
    an article concerning the workings of the human mind. I did not
    receive this particular issue and became suspicious after hearing
    guards make comments like, "I'll be damned if I'll give it to
    him," so I had my father, who resides in New Hampshire, mail me
    the article which contained the names of several brain research
    scientists and their respective universities. The administration
    obviously doesn't want me advising research people of my
    situation here--and so that is just what I intend to do. Getting
    back to the letters I had written requesting information, I was
    fortunate in that the folks at the "Coalition for Prisoners'
    Rights Newsletter" located in Santa Fe, New Mexico, were
    concerned enough by word of my plight to conduct a little
    research which resulted in their sending me reprints of three
    articles dealing with: Electromagnetic, and Non-Ionizing
    Electromagnetic Radiation, and Radio Frequency Weapons--which
    were published by "U.S. News," "The Nation" and "The Atlantic"
    back in March 1987. I received this information September 22,
    1988, and thanks to those kind and conscientious people, I now
    have some idea of how such things are being done to me, and most
    importantly that such technology does exist.

         These articles cover most of the mental and physical
    maladies I've been experiencing for the past eleven months, with
    one major exception, and I'll hopefully be able to use this
    information to gain further insight as to what is going on, and
    to alleviate the hostilities being waged against me. You cannot
    imagine what it has been like confined to a cell 24 hours a day
    for almost a rear now, being brain blasted by high frequency
    impulses--no respite, no place to hide, and having not the
    lightest notion what was going on. All three of these articles,
    "U.S. News" in particular, describe dire consequences as a result
    of over exposure to various radiation and frequency hazards, and
    I'm now most apprehensive as to how eleven months of constant
    application, by whichever of these means it is being done, might
    be affecting my cell chemistry and vital organs.

         I'm sure you'll agree that I've stumbled headlong into the
    proverbial hornets nest, but what I have told you thus far is
    only the lull before the storm and is quite unremarkable in
    comparison to what comes next. What they proceeded to do to me
    from approximately the fifth month on is the exception I spoke
    of--and is so unimaginable and seemingly preposterous that its
    very ludicrousness is obviously one of their primary defense
    assets. Even though I have been living with this incredible
    phenomenon for months on end and have grown somewhat accustomed
    to what is being done, as well as having resigned myself to the
    inevitability that I have no escape from this torment as long as
    they choose to inflict it, I still find great difficulty in
    believing this can be reality. Getting an outsider to accept my
    allegations is going to be something else altogether, and that's
    just what prison officials are counting on.

         For the climax in this series of weird events, I began to
    hear voices in my ears. Voices that change pitch and timbre in
    contrast from being a cartoonish high and squeaky, descending
    through the octaves, including everything from sinister Darth
    Vadorish to basically normal characteristics. The reception of
    these voices into my inner ears is as vivid as though I were
    listening to a set of stereo headphones, and they are able to
    mix, match, and blend them in conjunction with the frequency
    tones creating a raucous cacophony of audio discord that
    disheartens the soul. Now for the clincher.

         The various effects of this device have been progressively
    increased throughout this eleven-month onslaught, finally
    arriving at full potential with the end result being that I am
    now having my brain monitored by an omnipotent computerized mind
    reading or scanning machine of some sort. No hoax, no illusion to
    what I'm experiencing. These people have devised or acquired a
    specialized unit that reads absolutely everything--physical as
    well as mental functions, and are able to cause severe
    impairments and dysfunctions via this remote-control scanning
    device. I have no memory of having had anything of a physical
    nature done to me, but it has somehow been contrived to "wire" me
    up to where they have access to instant, and unerringly accurate
    comprehension of even my most fragmented and fleeting thoughts.
    They are attempting radical behavior modification and thought
    control by means of an incessant, round the clock monitoring of
    my brain--imposing the various punishments when my thinking or
    physical actions fail to conform to what they are demanding of
    me. Interesting concept, isn't it? "Big Brother" and the "Thought
    Police" have most assuredly become reality.

         This scheme of sleep deprivation, headaches, and audio
    torments is relentless and being used to break down my resistance
    and wear me to a mental frazzle, permitting no mental privacy,
    berating and picking my thoughts apart, and attacking my mind
    with an insidious tirade of sickening innuendo and threats. They
    are going into my subconscious, or memory bank, bringing forth
    unpleasant memories long ago forgotten, and I am being punished
    for past as well as present indiscretions. I can think of
    anything from the past--a friend or situation from 30 years ago
    for instance, and the voices will provide names and particulars.
    I have repeatedly tested and attempted to trick them on this. No
    way. They have better access to what's in my head with this
    nefarious invention than I do. I can converse with my antagonists
    merely by thinking what I wish to say.... and I welcome you to
    the Twilight Zone!! How the hell is this being done?? They are
    using those frequency impulses to perpetrate some very vicious
    maltreatment on me. With the apparent ease of manipulating a
    keyboard, they can, with a flick of the switch, strip me of all
    energy and motivation to where I'm forced to lie on my bunk and
    stare at the wall like a-zombie. I've been left in this state for
    weeks at a time--literally chained to my bed without the actual
    use of physical restraints, having not the energy to walk back
    and forth in my cell even a few times. For almost the entire
    eleven months I have continuously been made to feel low down and
    chronically depressed. The effects of this device have been
    cancelled on several occasions, instantly returning me to my
    normal self, only to have the voices laugh and taunt, then
    reducing me to the former state of despondent misery and
    confusion after an all too brief reprieve. The most powerful of
    these frequency impulses is jokingly referred to as the "Death
    Ray" by guards, and is so potent it causes an intense physical
    sensation of having an electrical, or magnetic force field
    combined with a vibrating tuning fork in my head. Different parts
    of my brain are targeted by this thing, causing a variety of
    mental and physical reactions. Sometimes I can feel it at the
    base of my brain where it joins the spinal cord, other times up
    in the frontal lobes, and it is in fact comparable to a lobotomy,
    as it causes my brain to lock up and malfunction to where I
    cannot concentrate or spell simple words. It actually blurs my
    eyesight and fouls the air I expel from my lungs, giving it a
    metallic sulfurish taste and odor. It's a God-awful feeling, I
    can tell you. They have, at times, assailed me with this "Death
    Ray" in bursts ranging from seconds to minutes, causing me to
    psychologically bounce up and down like a human yo-yo. Lobotomies
    may have been outlawed in the U.S.A., but they've sure found the
    perfect replacement, and I don't see how this treatment can
    possibly be construed as anything other than torture.

         It is inconceivable to me that the technology of this
    awesome device can be unique and possessed solely by the State of
    Utah, but I may very well be wrong. When I first entered the
    prison in May, 1986, one of the psychologists who conducted my
    initial classification interview inquired as to whether I had
    ever heard "voices." That seems to be the key word around here.
    This question was posed almost a year before the "U.S. News" and
    other articles were published, which seems unlikely, as the
    proficiency of the apparatus I'm dealing with is sophisticated
    far beyond anything scientists had apparently imagined in use at
    that time. I, of course, didn't attach any significance to the
    question of voices back then, but remember it well, and have
    since heard many references made to people hearing "voices" by
    both inmates and staff, which would indicate that these people
    were in possession of, and employing this technology at least
    that far back. This is what prompts me to wonder how they could
    have had such an innovative piece of equipment in use, operating
    with apparent perfection of technique, without the scientific and
    medical community in general being aware of it. Quit a puzzle.

         In defense of both my sanity and the veracity of my
    allegations, I now relate part of a conversation I recently had
    with a prison paid, but supposedly independent and neutral
    paralegal advisor. He stated that he has received similar
    complaints from other inmates, but that nothing can be done for
    lack of evidence. He said that one inmate in particular has been
    placed on forced medication (Prolixin) because of his hearing
    "voices," and unless I'm greatly mistaken, I believe his words
    carried an unofficial warning for me. At least two inmates that I
    know of have been badgered to the point of having attempted
    suicide as a result of this mental torment, and something stinks
    to the high heavens here! All of the staff, as well as a number
    of inmates, are aware of what is happening, so I can't fathom how
    it can remain, or even at this time, be a kept and closed secret
    human nature being what it is. For the most part, I believe the
    other knowledgeable inmates are intimidated and cowed for fear of
    retaliation in the form of a mental torture routine such as I'm
    being subjected to should they complain. Threats of additional
    time being imposed by the Parole Board are also being used to
    coerce silence. Tough odds to buck.

         Prison officials deny that they are perpetrating any such
    activities in response to formal inquiry but will grin and smugly
    indicate full awareness when no witnesses are present. "Yes, we
    are doing this to you, but no one will believe it, and you can do
    nothing to deter us." This is the attitude they project, and they
    are engaging in a conspiracy of inmate experimentation and
    exploitation that defies description. The outside authorities who
    even made a pretense of investigating my allegations were told
    I'm a habitual trouble maker with a history of psychological
    problems, and that effectively frustrates my attempts to have
    this situation looked into right there. Who is to dispute the
    word of my law-abiding and honorable keepers? How to verify and
    impress upon investigators the honesty of my accusations? What
    concrete evidence do I have? Even a group of inmates alleging
    corresponding facts are subject to skepticism as prison officials
    will simply accuse them of collusion. I'm being deliberately
    isolated from the inmates who would collaborate my story, by the
    way--and legal organizations such as the A.C.L.U., due to lack of
    substantiated proof and the absurdity of this horror show, are
    hesitant to invest the time and effort necessary to determine
    what is actually taking place at the hands of these pious Mormon
    inquisitioners. I've seen them in action and they are possessed
    of exceptional finesse in their ability to conceal the true
    nature of matters and mislead outsiders with their upright and
    holier than thou pretentiousness. It has been eleven months of
    deception by prison officials, of nonstop elaborate harassments
    and vicious mind games, and I would surely like to know just what
    provocation I gave to warrant the infliction of such insane
    mistreatment. No rhyme or reason--nor justification--either legal
    or moral, to any of this. They are so very smug and secure in the
    belief that they cannot be brought to account for these blatantly
    illegal acts due to their well rehearsed methods of official
    denial, isolation, and absence of witnesses, bogus psychiatric
    evaluations, and of course, the fact that this mental torment is
    being accomplished by a faceless machine, operated by anonymous
    antagonists from an unknown location and distance. I overheard
    one guard boast that the tactics they've employed have been so
    extensive that no one would believe me anyway.

          I was an Air Force brat, born in New Foundland and stubborn
    as a Missouri mule. I suppose I could capitulate and eventually
    get these people to cease and desist in this mental warfare, but
    I vehemently resent and object to this flagrant invasion of the
    sanctity of my mind and will be damned if I'll just sit here and
    allow them to go unchallenged in this attempted programming and
    manipulation of my brain and personality as though I were an
    experimental laboratory animal. The judge sentenced me to serve
    an atonemental amount of time for my crime and said nothing of
    corporal punishments or mental torment and abuse when he passed
    judgment. It is plain enough why they went to such extremes to
    set me up for isolation and discredit my word. I have to shake my
    head in incredulous dismay when I picture the outrageousness of
    the circumstances I've been maneuvered into. I recently signed a
    release form and obtained, acting through the paralegal I
    previously mentioned, partial copies of both my administrative
    and medical prison files. I was denied access to all of this
    material and told to get a court order if I wished to see what
    was withheld. What I did see, however, was enough to convince me
    that I'm dealing with some highly unscrupulous people who will
    stop at nothing to protect their conspiracy. The chronological
    notes contained in these files bore a contrived and twisted mass
    of outright lies pertaining to alleged conversations between
    myself and both psychological and correctional staff. This deceit
    was expressly woven in harmony by the various contributors to
    detract from my credibility and make me appear unstable. There
    was, in fact, mention of obtaining a court order to force
    treatment on me (Prolixin?), and I find it very sad, and hard to
    believe, that this type of atrocious inhumanity is being
    practiced in this country in this day and age. Equally hard to
    understand is the fact that the state officials I have advised of
    this situation, including the Governor, Attorney General, State
    Senate, County Attorney, and Department of Corrections Personnel,
    all choose to ignore and make light of these allegations, even
    though there is strong indication of foul play due to the
    numerous individual complaints made by inmates at this
    institution. I even went so far as to challenge Warden Gerald
    Cook, and Gary Deland, who is the Executive Director of the
    Department of Corrections, to a $1500.00 wager as to the outcome
    of a polygraph test between myself and prison officials to
    determine who is speaking the truth. They have declined my
    invitation, of course, and I was threatened with the possibility
    of disciplinary action for my proposal of illicit gambling. This
    is a Mormon state, and there is a deep-rooted conspiracy going on
    which apparently encompasses most, if not all of the governmental
    structure. Can nothing be done?

         It may very well prove impossible to bring legal action
    against these people for what they're doing to me, but I fully
    intend to continue my pursuit of the answers--and shall endeavor
    to expose this malignant corruption for what it is. I firmly
    believe the truth must eventually surface.

         Any consideration you can give this matter--either assisting
    me with information, suggesting responsible authorities from whom
    I might elicit assistance, or possibly forwarding this letter to
    someone who could cause investigation, and perhaps act to prevent
    further retaliation by these people, would be ever so greatly
    appreciated. This letter has been written in good faith, and I
    sincerely hope you will treat it as such. If nothing else, I ask
    that you at least accord me the courtesy of acknowledging
    receipt.

                                       Sincerely,
                                       David James Fratus (signed)

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