Updates, or Blog Kind of Thing
03/13/08 NOTE:
I WILL BE ADDING ALL OF THE ATTORNEYS RESPONSES AS WELL AS THE
INFORMATION ON THE FEDERAL JUDGE WHO SHOULD HAVE RECUSED HERSELF. I WON THIS
LAWSUIT, BUT IF I KEPT PUSHING, WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ME?!!!
In the long history of the world, only a few
generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of
maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility--I welcome it..."
President John F. Kennedy
(So Do I.)
“…Let both sides unite to
heed, in all corners of the Earth, the Command of Isaiah, to Undo the Heavy
Burden and let the oppressed go free.”
President John F. Kennedy
"...God's work on Earth must truly be our own."
President John F. Kennedy
In their letter they
seem to have forgotten I sent many documents, as well as they
forgot to mention my complaint to O.P.R. Also they
forgot to tell her that O.P.R., said and I quote, "We take
these allegations very seriously." (see previous O.P.R.
response). They left out a lot in their letter. It
gets much worse. THEY
ALSO SAY I MADE COMPLAINTS AGAINST MANY UNNAMED AGENTS.
I HAD NO PROBLEM NAMING AGENTS.
If you look at the FBI's letter it says that I said, "I
worked for the FBI as a janitor." Read my letter, I own
a Carpet Cleaning Company and work for the General Services
Administration. They hired me to clean (or did they?)
not only a few of the FBI Offices within the Federal building,
but also Senator Murray's Office, the IRS Office, the
Inspector General's office twice etc.
(Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit 18-20) Exhibit18
exhibit 19 exhibit
20
Now they (the FBI) in their letter "SPIN" the facts to make me
sound crazy, all insinuations, never coming right out and
saying it. IF YOU GO BACK TO MY ORIGINAL COMPLAINT TO
O.P.R., YOU SEE THAT I WARN THEM IF THEY "INSINUATE" I HAVE A
MENTAL PROBLEM I WILL SUE THEM. I GUESS I DIDN'T SCARE
THEM. THEY DID IT ANYWAYS, AND ARE CONTINUING!
(Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit 14)
The lies continued. I had sent a Freedom of Information
Request to the Justice Department. They played around
with me for a while and finally sent me this letter.
(Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit 21)
I read the letter they sent to Senator Murray. It says
in "past complaints I proved to be unreliable" (reliable
enough to clean their carpets). Well I said to myself,
"if they have no records of Colortyme or myself as stated in
the previous FOI request dating back to 1986", well then what
past complaints are they talking about in their letter to
Senator Murray?
FIVE MONTHS LATER THEY FOUND
SOME FILES.
I could not believe my eyes when
I received five months later this unsolicited package in my
mail. The FBI said in September, after doing a further search
of our records we found some. We (the FBI) have 69 pages on
you, but we are only going to give you 38 pages (Blacked out
and useless). They did not release 31 pages for the reason
they state on their letter. Note: of course what you
can read from the 38 pages, it makes me sound like I am crazy.
(Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit 22) Exhibit
22a Exhibit
22b
Exhibit 22c
May of 1999 is the only month I
heard from anyone, and all at once. Hopefully you read the
letter from the FBI to Senator Murray (located above) dated
May 5, 1999. Well on April 29, 1999 I called Senator Murray's
office and asked to speak to Ed O'Neill and once again he "was
not there". Well two months had gone by and I wanted to hear
back from somebody. I asked who was Ed O'Neill's supervisor,
and was informed her name was B.J. Greene. I also was informed
she had called in sick. I left a message for her to please
call me and hung up. Not more then ten minutes later she
called me from her home (I have caller id got her phone #). I
told her my complaint about Ed O'Neill, and a bit of
background and she told me "she would find out the problem and
get back to me Monday May 3, 1999". Of course, like everyone
else, I never heard from her again, prompting me to send this
letter to her. (Please refer to
Plaintiff’s exhibit 23-24) Exhibit
23 Exhibit
24
I received not only one
response, from Senator Murray's Office, but two. The problem
is that both letters came together in a brown envelope. One
letter was supposedly sent from Washington D.C., the other
from her Seattle Office. Both letters in this brown envelope
had already been opened, and then put inside this brown
envelope.
Look at the letter dated May 10,
1999 and signed by Senator Murray. If you look closely you
will see "Ed O'Neill" initials are typed at the bottom of this
letter. In that letter you will see I am directed to
correspond with the "Seattle Office if I need further
assistance or have any other questions".
Then in the letter written the
NEXT day May 11,1999, from Ed O'Neill, who works in the
Seattle Office, he informs me they are basically WASHING
THEIR HANDS OF MY PROBLEMS, AND IF I HAVE ANY OTHER PROBLEMS
WITH THE FBI CALL THEM DIRECTLY. One day and a person I
did not vote for and never met, over rules Senator Murray and
closes my case. (Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit
25-26)
Exhibit 25
Exhibit 26
What help did Senator Murray give me? Well obviously none,
and because I pushed and pushed and pushed (like 1988), the
FBI finally pushed back. On October 20, 1999 my life was
turned upside down.
I contacted one additional Senator, Senator Slade Gordon,
and was told to fax them permission to look into it but got no
response.
Exhibit 27
I tried one last desperate attempt to have someone help me.
I called the United States Federal District Court and left a
message on the recorder of the Honorable Judge William L.
Dwyer’s Clerk of the Court. That was two to three days
before it happened. Before what happened? I was attacked
in the FBI’s Office lobby, after inquiring about the three
inconsistent letters they had written. Before I knew it all
hell broke loose.
I WAS ARRESTED AND
COMMITTED
AS REQUESTED BY THE FBI
On October 20, 1999 I went down to the Federal Building to
question the FBI about their inconsistent letters to Senator
Murray, as well as myself. I had no idea what nightmare I
was about to encounter.
I entered the Federal Building at 8:00 a.m., passed through
security with my file folder with the letters the FBI had
generated, and had no problem. I continued onto the
elevator, and went to the seventh floor, where the FBI is
located (I knew this because I had cleaned their carpets). I
asked the receptionist behind the bulletproof glass window if
I could speak to the person in charge. She was quite
friendly and did not even have a chance to call anyone.
Behind her a man came around the corner and said, “What do you
want?” I told him I wanted answers to why they (the FBI),
had lied to Senator Murray as well as myself. I tried to give
him my file, but he refused. He was not even listening to
me. He said to the receptionist, “Call security”. She
responded, “Who do you want me to call?” He got very angry
at her and grabbed the phone out of her hand. He proceeded
to call someone, and I sat down on the couch in the lobby,
expecting the Federal Police to come up and escort me out of
the building. I saw this happen numerous times when my
company was employed to clean their carpets. What happened
next was one of the scariest events I have ever been involved
in.
The door to the stairwell flew
open and out came at least four Federal Protective Service
Officers. They came through the doorway to the lobby of the
FBI. I had already gotten up and said to them, “Well I can
see I am not welcome here, I’m leaving.” I started to walk
toward the door (they were standing blocking the door) and the
next thing I knew, one of the Officers grabbed me and said,
“you are not going anywhere!” It was a natural response of
mine to try and pull away from him, because I had not done
anything wrong. That is when they all ganged up on me, and
the beating began. I was instinctively “just trying to get
away”, and managed to get through the doorway. The rest of
this part of the story, the short minute or two, is blank in
my mind. I remember when it was over I was at the other end
of the hall (at least 50 feet from where it began). The
Officers had my face pinned to the floor, which resulted in a
serious “Rug Burn”, to the left side of my forehead. They
kept saying “calm down, calm down”.
I have only been frightened like
this two other times, in 1988 when the two Sheriff’s
Departments, King County and Snohomish County beat me within
24 hours of each other. Please understand, I have been robbed
and assaulted at an ATM machine late at night, and this was a
lot more frightening.
I was handcuffed and slowly
allowed to get up on my knees. That’s when I turned my head
around and looked back down the hall. There I saw the man
from the FBI, who had called these Officers, standing in front
of three to four women, (the women looked like office workers)
and he was smiling ear to ear. He thought this whole episode
was “funny”. I was handcuffed, and taken downstairs to the
holding cell, was searched, and then put inside the cell.
This was approximately 8:30 a.m.
I kept asking, “What did I do
wrong? I have security clearance to this building and the
Courthouse. Call Jan Ekstrom from the GSA he’ll verify this.
They (the FBI) are lying to you.” They would not say
anything. I continued, “Please take me over to Judge Dwyer, I
called him just the other day and told them something like
this was going to happen, if I did not have someone look into
this for me.” They just continued to ignore me and were busy
looking through my wallet. This went on for an hour or two.
During that time I heard the Officer in charge, talking on his
cell phone say, “You have put us in one hell of a position.
We need to do something with him. We cannot hold him down
here this long.” I have no idea who he was talking to, but I
imagine it was the FBI. I told the Officers that my ribs
hurt, my wrist felt broken etc., and they continued to ignore
me. A man came into the room and approached the desk. He was
in street clothes and had a book pack strung over his
shoulder. He looked like he had arrived in a “hurry”. He
flashed a badge to the Officers, and they said, “They’re in
the room next door.” I asked who he was and again received no
response, he just looked at me up and down and then left.
I kept asking for a lawyer, to
be brought over to the Court, to be allowed to make a phone
call, anything. The man in charge said, “They are writing
their reports. You might be arrested, or maybe we might just
let you go, we have to wait.” I told him my injuries were
very painful, and should be looked at. He just ignored me.
More than two to three hours had
gone by, and I now was starting to get a bit more frightened.
I thought to myself, these people are not doing what they are
supposed to do. They must be “Creating a Crime.” I kept
asking to be taken to the US Marshall’s holding cell in the
Federal Courthouse but was ignored. Then an officer came into
the room and said something like, “He threatened Senator
Murray”, or something like that. I again thought to myself,
oh no, they are going to try and “frame” me. This went on and
on until finally the Officer in charge came in and said, “Jeff
we called the Seattle Police and they are going to come here
and then take you to the hospital.” I knew what this meant.
In 1988 they did the same thing. They were going to commit
me, so that no one would believe me. If they took me to the
Federal Court, I would get a hearing and a Judge would see I
was not crazy or threatening. This was very frightening. I
had no idea that it was going to be much worse than what I
expected.
Two Seattle Police Officers came
into the room and said, “Mr. Chelton, we are going to take you
to the hospital.” They took off my Federal handcuffs, and put
on their own pair. Then they proceeded to take me out the
front door of the Federal Building, and as we were walking
they said something like, “So you think your part of the
Blessed Trinity, huh.” I said, “What? You must be joking.”
They continued, “So you were going to rape all the women in
the FBI’s office, huh. Why did you bang your head against the
bullet proof glass in the reception area?” I told them they
were being lied to, but they were ignoring me too. I asked
them to please call Detective Stokke in the Criminal
Intelligence Unit he’ll vouch for me, and my credibility. At
that point of time I realized what I really was saying was not
being written down so I decided to be as silent as I could,
and just cooperate, so I at least could get to a phone. They
walked me over to their car a very old police car, the kind
they used to have that were more of a square type of car, at
least ten to fifteen years old. They put me in the back seat,
and after a very short time an ambulance pulled up. They then
told me I was going to Harborview for a “Mental Evaluation”.
I was bound to a gurney, and then was transported to
Harborview. At least now my injuries could be looked at. I
was completely shocked when this did not happen. My arrival
time to Harborview was 1310 or 1:10 p.m. That would be 4 ½
hours I was held inside of the holding cell as the “FBI” were
creating their story.
THE
COMMITTAL
When I arrived at Harborview, I
was not taken to the “normal” emergency room, but to a hallway
I think that was on the first floor but it could of even been
on another floor. That is where I met Wanda Wright, King
County “Registered” Mental Health Worker. This woman was very
strange. My injuries were quite obvious (especially the rug
burn on my forehead) but she did not show any concern. My
wrist was swollen to twice the size it usually is. My ribs
hurt so bad I was trying to roll onto my side so I could curl
up and take the stress off of my ribs, but the restraints
would not allow me to do this. I was in agony but she would
not even discuss my injuries. She started to say things like,
“So you threatened to rape the women in Senator Murray’s
Office. Why did you bang your head against the glass in the
FBI Office? Look at the mark on your forehead.” Right away I
could tell that the truth of what happened was not going to be
dealt with here. I told her I had documents to support my
story but the file I brought with me, was taken by the FBI.
She was not listening. I asked to see a Judge, call a lawyer,
or call my family, anyone. She refused. She said and I quote,
“You are a danger to yourself and others so I am committing
you. I am going to wait until later to commit you, because
then today won’t count, and you’ll be forced to stay the
weekend.” This really scared me because it seems she was
taking pleasure in my pain. I again asked for a Writ of
Habeas Corpus, to make a phone call to the Public Defender
assigned to civil/criminal commitment. Again she denied my
requests. It got so bad that I actually tried to unlock the
wheels on my gurney so that I could push myself using the wall
down to a phone I saw hanging on that wall. I was
unsuccessful. Ms Wright even asked me if I wanted her to call
someone for me. No I said, “I am quite capable of calling
them myself.” I laid there for almost four hours, with pain
to my wrists, ribs, head etc. Finally an ambulance showed up
around 5:00p.m. I was involuntarily committed to West Seattle
Psychiatric Hospital. I believe I was held this long so
that it was past 5:00p.m. I would be very limited on the
people I would be able to contact. We left Harborview at 1715
or 5:15 p.m. My serious injuries were not looked at.
In fact the record indicates that there were not any injuries
at all. (Please refer to Plaintiff’s exhibit
28-31)
Exhibit
28a Notice I am denying everything from the very start?
Exhibit 28b Still denying, and know
refusing to answer questions.
Exhibit 28c Notice the Agents Name to contact Exhibit
29. Notice the mental health workers first version.
Exhibit 30 Now she (Mental Health Worker) is getting more
CREATIVE.
Exhibit 31 FBI Agent Owen Murray now,
first it was Ralph Hope. This Mental Health Worker is taking a
statement via telephone from someone she says is "Owen
Murray". That's a solid sworn statement. She is swearing to
his HEARSAY. They committed me from this garbage.
MY ARRIVAL AT WEST SEATTLE
PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL /
Forced Medication Wednesday October 20, 1999
6:00 p.m.
We arrived at the hospital at
approximately 6:00 p.m. I told the admitting nurse I did not
do any of the things they have been told. Again he too acted
like I was not even talking. I asked to be allowed to use the
phone and he said as soon as I was admitted. Well they went
through the paperwork, and admitted me. I instantly went to
the phone and started to call people for help. I called my
brother and asked him to please get my Carpet Cleaning van,
which was parked out in front of the Federal Building on the
other side of the road. I hoped that it was not towed away.
I got a hold of my ex-wife and asked her to call a lawyer for
me, any lawyer. (The one I got Friday seemed so nonchalant)
6:30 p.m.
I was rudely interrupted on the
phone by a psychiatrist whose name was Dr Ferguson. He told
me to get off the phone and come into my room. I hung up and
went into my room. I started to tell him what had happened
and was quite scared and shocked when he said, and I quote,
“You’ve been fucking around with the FBI for eleven years now
and I am going to medicate you.” I said back to him, “ I am
not going to take any medication.” He said, “Fine, we’ll just
inject you with them.” Needless to say I became very, very
frightened now. It was like I was in a bad movie. I thought
to myself this can’t be happening in the United States. I
said, “I will not cooperate.” He said, “ We will just hold
you down then.” I could not believe what I was hearing. He
left the room. I never saw him again.
I immediately went to call my
ex-wife, and crying I told her to tell my Son I love him,
because I was going to be drugged and they might not hear from
me ever again.” I again asked her to contact a lawyer. At
this time I was panicking and did not think to call the Public
Defender twenty-four hour phone line. I wish I had. I hung
up and went into my room and lay down.
6:45 – 7:00 pm
Ten minutes later a group of men
led by a woman came into my room. She said, “You’ve been
ordered to take this medicine are you going to?” I did not
want to fight (I believe this is what they wanted) and make my
situation any worse then it already was. I did not want to be
degraded anymore. I reached deep inside myself and said a
little prayer and asked God to protect me from whatever drug
they were giving me. I sat up and took their pills and then
laid back down hoping I would be the same person the next day.
REFUSAL OF
URINALYSIS / FORCED
TO GIVE BLOOD
7:30 pm
About a half an hour later, the
nurse came back into my room and said, “You need to take this
cup into the bathroom for a urinalysis.” I again refused
citing the United States Constitution fourth, fifth and
fourteenth amendments, to illegal search and seizure and due
process. She then told me that they (the male nurses) would
hold me down and take blood. I again did not want to be
degraded any further nor did I want to fight these people, not
then. So I submitted to a blood test, but still refused the
urinalysis.
Hospital relied more on Medication than food or rest
I was shocked even further by
the way “medication” was so important in this institution. I
was woke up two times a night (everyone was) and made to stand
in line in the hallway to get my “Meds”. I thought that sleep
would be more important than medication, but not here. In
fact the Hospital staff allowed people to miss their “meals”,
but not their “medication”. Anyone with any intelligence
knows that good nutrition is the foundation to a “healthy”
person. This institution just drugged people so that they
would become submissive to anything they wanted. I noticed a
young lady, who seemed “lost in space”, some of the time, but
then a half hour or so before medication she seemed completely
normal. I would even say she was quit intelligent. Shortly
after “Med Time”, she went back into her stupor. I am
convinced she was under the influence of these drugs, which
caused her “lost in space” personality. This whole place, the
procedures, the entire “mental health process” reminded me of
the SS under Hitler in Nazi Germany. The things that were
happening to me, would not be allowed in any criminal court,
and this was a civil commitment.
Thursday, October 21, 1999
I woke up and ate breakfast and
called my ex-wife. She still had not found a lawyer. Finally
a real Doctor came to check my health. He immediately noticed
my swollen wrist (it was 3 times its normal size), and my many
injuries. He noticed that Harborview had not done anything
about these injuries. He recommended that I go back to
Harborview emergency room, and get x-rays, and a full medical
diagnosis. I was transported back to Harborview Hospital on
October 21, 1999 at 1430 or 2:30 PM. The doctor on duty
diagnosed me as being “assaulted”. My injuries reflected that
I was not the aggressor, but merely a punching bag. Also I
was very unaware of all the drugs I was on or supposedly on.
The other thing I was notified of was the fact that there was
a “Jail Hold” on me. (Please refer to Plaintiff’s
exhibit 32) Exhibit
32a Look at the injuries and drugs listed. Look at the "jail
hold", it is an FBI Jail Hold, I should have been in the US Marshals
custody.
Exhibit 32b Look at the Doctors
diagnosis, my injuries reflected an assault.
I was given a tetanus shot, many
x-rays, and medication for some sort of infection in my
wrist. I was transported back to West Seattle Psychiatric
Hospital. I could feel the effects of the drugs they were
giving me. I had begun to feel euphoric, and carefree. It
was becoming more difficult to articulate my ideas and
feelings. I just hoped I could maintain my intelligence until
Sunday, when I could refuse my medication because of my Court
date on Monday.
Friday October 22, 1999
My ex-wife had contacted a
lawyer named Jennifer Shaw. I had and still have reservations
as to Ms. Shaw’s sincerity. She did not file any motions.
(Writ of Habeas Corpus etc.) She just let them continue to
drug me until my Court hearing on Monday. In fact I didn’t
even know if she was going to show up at my hearing. She said
she would, but then how do I know. Luckily she did. I
informed the Public Defender at the Hospital that I had
obtained Counsel already. She ignored me too. In fact she
seemed angry. Meanwhile I was feeling more and more the
effects of the drugs they were giving me. I was very tired,
euphoric, carefree, and it was much more difficult to
articulate my ideas and feelings. I had one more day of
“forced medication” Saturday.
Exhibit
33a, Even after being drugged I was still determined, and
stuck to the TRUTH!
Exhibit 33b, Still fighting and
requesting not to be medicated, and of course I was pointing
out how illegal the whole thing was.
Saturday, October 23, 1999
Not much happened this day
except one thing. I was finally allowed to go outside with
the “Group” to have a cigarette. This had been denied to me
every single day, but everyone else got to. I went to the
counter and asked for the tenth or eleventh time if I could
have a cigarette with the group. One nurse said, “no, Dr.
Ferguson said no.” The other woman standing behind her doing
something else said, “Why can’t he have a cigarette? He’s
been here four days now. Jeff you can go out with the group
next time. I am overruling Dr. Ferguson.” Those were the
only words I heard in this hospital that gave me an uplifting
experience. I was beginning to get very worried, because the
medication at this time was making me almost feel delusional,
exactly what I think Dr. Ferguson wanted. I felt very
euphoric, and was beginning to smile. This was not a happy
experience and I knew I should not be feeling so “Good”.
Sunday October 24, 1999
I refused medication at 8:00
a.m. as allowed by law. They seemed angry, and not use to
people doing this, because they had a hard time finding the
form I had to sign. It seemed to me that they were use to
people seeking out more medication, than someone who did not
want to depend on it. My true feeling at that time was Dr.
Ferguson was nothing more than an angry, glorified DRUG
DEALER, with the States permission to do it.
Monday October 25, 1999
We arrived at Court around 9:00
a.m. I was the only one in complete restraints. This was
because of a jail hold the FBI or someone had put on me. This
woman came up to me and introduced herself as my Lawyer,
Jennifer Shaw. She said to me, “let me go talk to the
prosecutor”. She came back and told me that if I signed these
documents
(Exhibit 34a, Notice how they already had the 14 day
commitment set up and had to cross it out.
Exhibit 34b they would just let me
go. I said, “what, you mean I went through all of this just
to walk out the front door today?” She said, “Yes, you just
can’t go to the Federal Building and you cannot talk to
Senator Murray or her staff for 90 days.” I said, “Makes
sense to me. That is where the problem started, and now it
seems to be where it is ending.”
Exhibit 35a, Same Commissioner I got about a year later with
the "Protection Orders", he sure "moves around".
Exhibit 35b
I signed the documents under
duress (what choice did I have?), and never was given the
opportunity to air my complaints and my side of the story in a
Court Of Law. I basically was refused any right to see a
Judge. The Commissioner
(Leonid Ponomarchuk) who signed this
order (I believe he may even not have been the Judge for
Mental Court that day), 7 months later, signed two Civil
protection orders resulting in the loss of my parental rights
to my son, also my property rights, which resulted in all of
my property being stolen. I have never even been accused,
charged, or convicted of domestic violence. This Commissioner
said to me in my only appearance in front of him (to get my
son back), “shut up and spit out your gum.” He then denied
accepting any evidence from me in support of my claim that I
had not done anything wrong. He would not even accept my
declaration. This Commissioner was “used” by some, or all of
the, various Defendants’ in the planned and executed
“violation of my Due Process Rights.
I left immediately from the
mental health court building and thought to myself, “A
Superior Court Commissioner just made a ruling that denied me
access to the Federal Government. What ever happened to an
idea called Jurisdiction?
DATED this _____ day of May 2001
I swear under the penalty of Perjury in the United States
District Court, ninth circuit, that the foregoing is true and
correct.
Jeffrey T. Chelton
18117 36th Ave. W. # L-101
Lynnwood, WA. 98037
More Definite Statement
