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Subject: Remote Control Electronic Brain Punishment

We are posting the following file from David Fratus. Please send all
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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 100% 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 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 satis- factorily 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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