Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Jericho bus to dc on 3/17

Greetings All,
Join the Jericho Movement in Washington, D.C, on March 17, 2007. The
Jericho bus will leaving from Brooklyn @Flatbush and Dekalb at 6:30
am. Tickets are $25.00. To purchase tickets call 646-261-0193 or 718.
789-1801 OR REPLY TO THIS EMAIL. Please let us know asap whether you
will be traveling on the Jericho bus. For more information about political
prisoners and prisoners of war in theUnited States, see
For more information about the anti-war demonstration in Washington in March 17,
Joan P. Gibbs
Espie Martell
Cleo Silvers
Suzanne Ross

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Prison Rights Magazine Files Suit Against Dallas County Jail for Violations of First Amendment Rights

Dallas, Texas (February 26, 2007)

Prison Legal News, a non-profit monthly publication, filed suit today in Dallas federal court against Dallas County, Sheriff Lupe Valdez and Deputy Gary Lindsey after the Dallas County Jail banned all newspapers, magazines and other publications from entering the Dallas County Jail.

“If there was ever a jail where prisoners needed to know their legal rights, it’s the Dallas County Jail,” said Prison Legal News’ editor, Paul Wright. “The jail is scheduled to be closed down by the Texas Commission on Jail Standards in the next three months, but now the prisoners there can’t access a legitimate magazine that advises them of their constitutional rights.”

“The First Amendment to the Constitution protects publishers’ rights to communicate with inmates,” explained Prison Legal News’ attorney, Scott Medlock of the Texas Civil Rights Project. “Last year, without telling anyone, the jail decided to stop allowing inmates to receive magazines and newspapers. Numerous courts around the country have held these policies are unconstitutional. Dallas County stands alone in violating the First Amendment.”

The jail policy claims prisoners do not need access to publications like Prison Legal News because they can watch the televisions available in the cell blocks. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen an in depth discussion of constitutional rights on any television program,” scoffed Medlock. “Inmates in the jail have paid from their own pockets for subscriptions to Prison Legal News. The First Amendment gives them the right to receive it.”

Prison Legal News is a monthly 48-page magazine dealing with the rights of incarcerated individuals. It provides information about court access, disciplinary hearings, prison conditions, excessive force, mail censorship, jail litigation, visitation, telephones, religious freedom, prison rape, and the death penalty. It has been published continuously since 1990. Prison Legal News has approximately 5,600 subscribers nationwide, and nine subscribers who are currently incarcerated in the Dallas County Jail.

Prison Legal News is seeking a temporary injunction requiring the jail to deliver its magazine to the inmates who subscribe to it, and stop the county from violating the constitution. The case is Prison Legal News v. Lindsey and the case is filed in federal court in Dallas. PLN is represented by Scott Medlock of the Texas Civil Rights Project in Austin, Texas.

PLN Editor Paul Wright can be reached at 802-257-1342 or Mr. Medlock can be reached at (512) 474-5073 ext. 105

Monday, February 26, 2007

Joe-Joe Bowen Needs Help


COAL TOWNSHIP, PA 17866-1021


COAL TOWNSHIP, PA 17866-1021


Joseph "Joe-Joe" Bowen is one of the many all-but-forgotten frontline soldiers in the liberation struggle. A native of Philadelphia, Joe-Joe was a young member of the "30th and Norris Street" gang, before his incarceration politicized him. Released in 1971, his outside activism was cut short a week following his release when Joe-Joe was confronted by an officer of the notoriously brutal Philadelphia police department. The police officer was killed in the confrontation, and Bowen fled.

After his capture and incarceration, Bowen became a Black Liberation Army combatant, defiant to authorities at every turn. In 1973, Bowen and Philadelphia Five prisoner Fred "Muhammad Kafi" Burton assassinated Holmesberg prison's warden and deputy warden as well as wounded the guard commander in retaliation for intense repression against Muslim prisoners in the facility. In 1981, Bowen led a six-day standoff with authorities when he and six other captives took 39 hostages at Graterford Prison as a freedom attempt and protest of the prison conditions at Graterford.

Much of his time in prison has been spent in and out of control units, solitary confinement and other means of isolating Joe-Joe from the general prison population. These include three trips to Marion penitentiary, where he met Sundiata Acoli, and other units. However, he legendary to many prisoners as a revolutionary. "I used to teach the brothers how to turn their rage into energy and understand their situations," Bowen told the Philadelphia Inquirer in 1981. "I don't threaten anybody. I don't talk to the pigs. I don't drink anything I can't see through and I don't eat anything that comes off a tray. When the time comes, I'll be ready."

Joe-Joe is currently held in Pennsylvania.

Joe-Joe Bowen currently receives $30 per month from the Warchest Program.

You can contribute by clicking here.

Benefits for Daniel this week plus great news!

Hello friends,

We wanted to send more information on the two benefits for Daniel McGowan coming up this week.

Also, we are happy to announce that Daniel has been accepted into a masters program that will allow him to earn a master's degree from prison!! We have had our fingers crossed about this for a while and we are happy we found a program that is flexible enough with a commitment to social justice that can accommodate Daniel's situation.

If you are in LA or NYC, please be sure to come out to the benefits and pass it on to friends,
Family and Friends of Daniel McGowan

March 1, 2007: Brooklyn, NY
Benefit show for Daniel McGowan with
Leftover Crack
Witch Hunt
I Object

Planned Collapse and
The Tangled Lines

7pm @ Club Europa, 98 Meserole Street, (between Manhattan and Leonard), Greenpoint, Brooklyn NY.

Only $10!
tel. (718) 383-5723. G Train to Nassau Ave. Stop - Walk 1 block North to Meserole Ave. & Manhattan Avenue. Directions.


March 3, 2007: Los Angeles, CA

Benefit show for Daniel McGowan and Jaan Laaman.
Where: Southern California Library for Social Studies, 6120 South Vermont Avenue, Los Angeles, CA,
When: 2 pm - 6 pm.

Artists/Bands include:
Mark Gonzales (spoken word)
Sadiki Bakari (of Nappy Tongue Vanguard)
Ragtop (of the Philistines)
Excentrik (hip-hop)
Sherman Austin (hip-hop)
Destruction Made Simple (LA hardcore/punk)

Speakers Include:
Mo Nishida (Asians for Jericho)
Buddy Hogan (Support Committee for the Omaha 2)
Lawrence Reyes (Puerto Rican Alliance)
Marisa Sposaro (Anarchist Black Cross Federation)
Kevin D (Family and Friends of Daniel McGowan)

Download Flyer.

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Italian Red Brigades members accused of plotting attack on Berlusconi home

By Peter Popham in Rome
Published: 14 February 2007

Police claimed to have averted a major terrorist incident after the arrest of 15 men and women in northern Italy, who they said were members of the Red Brigades.

None of those arrested - all aged between their twenties and forties - replied to questions yesterday. The alleged leader of the plot, Alfredo Davanzo, 50, who was jailed for 10 years in the 1980s for Red Brigades actions, declared himself a political prisoner - standard Brigades procedure.

Police said the group was in the advanced stage of planning attacks on a variety of targets: the home of Silvio Berlusconi, the office of his television company Mediaset and of Sky Italia, the office of a maverick right-wing daily paper, Libero, closely linked to the secret services, and the head office of ENI, Italy's main producer and distributor of petrol.

Also targeted, police said, was Pietro Ichino, professor of labour law at a university in Milan. He has been accused by the ultra-leftists of helping the government liberalise employment laws, making it simpler to sack employees and to hire other workers on a more casual basis.

Professor Ichino is the latest in a long line of experts in the field to be targeted. In an article in Corriere della Sera yesterday, he named seven predecessors in the same line of work who had been killed or gravely wounded by terrorists. The most recent was Marco Biagi, a government labour law adviser murdered in 2002.

Police claimed the new Red Brigades cell was uncovered by chance after a woman in Milan reported a bicycle in her cellar equipped with a hidden micro- camera and miniature radio transmitter. Long and patient bugging work led officers to addresses in Milan, Turin and Padua, where the arrests were made on Monday.

Police said they had filmed military exercises conducted by the terrorists at night in which they trained with an Uzi and a Kalashnikov rifle in the Veneto countryside, then returned the next day to collect the spent rounds. But despite the ambitious targets which police claimed the terrorists had aimed to strike, there have been no reports of any arms or explosives seized during the raids.

Giuliano Amato, the Interior Minister, said: "Probably this time we succeeded in averting a Red Brigades attack." He called the arrests "an important success" but warned: "Today's action testifies to the presence in our country of a Red Brigades infection that has not yet been removed. We know that this one we have defeated will not be the last."

He described the suspected cell as "an organised structure of great danger, but our men succeeded in intervening before it could cause serious damage".

The arrests led to widespread cynicism among opponents of globalisation and Italy's alliance with the United States. On Saturday a demonstration is scheduled in Vicenza, where the Italian government has given the go-ahead - to the dismay of left wingers - for a US military base on the outskirts of the city to be doubled in size.

Radio Sherwood, a Padua-based radio station run by the anti-global movement, commented: "These arrests criminalise the whole movement which on Saturday will march to protest the redoubling in size of the base."

Who were the Red Brigades?

The Red Brigades (BR) are a radical left-wing militant group that, at their zenith during the 1970s and 80s, terrorised Italy with a series of brutal kidnappings and murders.

Formed in early 1970 by a number of radical left-wing students determined to overthrow the Italian state, the Brigades began their political careers kidnapping industrialists and attacking Italian fascist groups.

The original founders were arrested in 1974, and in response the second generation of leaders stepped up their attacks, kidnapping and murdering the Italian Christian Democrat Prime Minister Aldo Moro.

The crackdown that followed Moro's killing saw the majority of the Brigades' leaders jailed although attacks continued throughout the 1980s. There was further violence in 1999 and 2002 when two government advisers were killed.

Marcha: PROLIBERTAD for the Puerto Rican PPs

Saturday March 31st, 2007 at 1pm
Gather at 1 Fordham Plaza
(Look for the Puerto Rican Flags)

Directions: Subway D or #4 to Fordham Road, then bus BX12 to Fordham
Plaza; or buses BX9, BX12, BX15, BX17, BX22 to Fordham Plaza; or
Metro-North commuter rail to Fordham; or #60, #61 Westchester Bee
Line buses.

Political Prisoners: Oscar Lopez Rivera, Carlos Alberto Torres,
Haydee Beltran Torres, and Jose Perez Gonzalez!!

Join the ProLibertad Freedom Campaign as we KICK OFF “FREEDOM MONTH”
(April 2007) with a community march for the Puerto Rican Political
Prisoners in the Bronx!!

On April 4th, 1980, several Puerto Rican Independentistas were
arrested by the U.S. government for fighting for Puerto Rican
independence!! For 108 years, Puerto Rico has been a colony of the
U.S. government!! International law states, that a colony has the
right to use whatever means necessary to end colonialism!!

The Puerto Rican Political Prisoners are freedom fighters, not
terrorists!! They were incarcerated for their political beliefs and
actions for Puerto Rico’s independence!!

The April Freedom Month is dedicated to educating, organizing and
mobilizing to free the Puerto Rican Political Prisoners!!

Political Prisoners are freed by the masses!! It is time to bring
this issue back to the community; it is time to hit the streets!!


Saturday, February 24, 2007

Why David Geffen Dislikes the Clintons -- Meet Leonard Peltier

President Bill Clinton's Decision Not to Pardon Leonard Peltier Lost
His Wife a Key Supporter -- and Helped Gain Barack Obama a Friend

Feb. 22, 2007 - - The sharpest political snipes among the Democratic
2008 presidential hopefuls can be traced beyond media mogul David
Geffen to a jailed man named Leonard Peltier.

Peltier, convicted of murder in 1977 for allegedly gunning down a
pair of FBI agents in a shootout at South Dakota's Pine Ridge Indian
Reservation, was one of the primary reasons cited by Geffen for
jumping ship from New York Sen. Hillary Clinton's campaign in favor
of fellow Democratic Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois.

Lawyers have been challenging Peltier's conviction for the past 30
years. He has become a cause celebre, with critics arguing that the
government's successful prosecution was corrupt.

In 2001, Geffen, a key Democratic supporter with deep pockets and
influence among Hollywood's elite, was one of many high-profile
backers of a clemency campaign for Peltier, an American Indian
activist, during the final days of Bill Clinton's presidency.

FBI supporters, however, fought back, launching an aggressive
campaign of their own to keep a man who they believed killed two
agents behind bars. Among their tactics were full-page newspaper ads
and a march on the White House to influence Clinton's decision.

Ultimately, Peltier was left off a list of 140 people granted
presidential pardons by Clinton during his second term.

"President Clinton looked at the facts and did not act," one agent
said at the time. "That's all I've ever wanted out of this."

But the list of people who received clemency, teamed with the
continued belief by many that Peltier was wrongfully convicted, left
many angered by Clinton's decision.

"Up to the last minute, they were fully expecting that he would
receive clemency," Barry Bachrach, Peltier's attorney, told ABC News.
"But you end up seeing people like Marc Rich, a known felon, getting
clemency instead."

"There was a mass outcry," Bachrach said.

Peltier remains in a Pennsylvania prison. He is scheduled for a
parole hearing in December 2008.

Curt Goering, deputy executive director for Amnesty International in
the United States, worked on the Peltier clemency campaign and
recalls Geffen's contributions both in terms of time and money.

To him, Peltier's continued influence on Geffen does not come as a
total surprise.

"It's another indicator that his case has achieved such substantial
support from people for a long period of time," Goering said.

"The disappointment was so huge," he said. "People didn't forget and
many even resolved to redouble their efforts."

That was clearly the case in comments made by Geffen in a lightning
rod New York Times column Wednesday.

''Marc Rich getting pardoned? An oil-profiteer expatriate who left
the country rather than pay taxes or face justice?'' Geffen told
Times' columnist Maureen Dowd.

And then, referring to the Peltier case, Geffen continued, ''Yet
another time when the Clintons were unwilling to stand for the things
that they genuinely believe in.

"Everybody in politics lies, but they do it with such ease, it's
troubling," Geffen said.

The column, which ran a day after Geffen hosted a California
fundraiser for Obama that fetched $1.3 million and drew celebrities
including Jennifer Aniston and Morgan Freeman, set off a day of
bitter back-and-forth between the Obama and Clinton camps.

Clinton lashed out first, blasting Obama for being hypocritical.

"He decries the politics of 'slash and burn,' and yet his chief
supporters in California are engaged in the politics of slash and
burn," said Howard Wolfson, Clinton's spokesman.

Obama returned serve, saying, "The Clintons had no problem with David
Geffen when he was raising them $18 million and sleeping at their
invitation in the Lincoln Bedroom."

The Clinton campaign also erroneously referred to Geffen as Obama's
"finance chair" when he actually has no official role with the campaign.

Geffen, having sparked the maelstrom, offered his own statement,
confirming the accuracy of Dowd's reporting and denying a formal
position in the Obama campaign. He also offered his "strongest
possible" support for the candidate.

Copyright C 2007 ABC News Internet Ventures

Friday, February 23, 2007

Save Intertribal Friendship House in Oakland!

Please spread around... $30, 000 bucks is chump change to save this vital community resource!

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The Intertribal Friendship House (IFH)is the oldest Urban Native American Community Center in the nation. For over fifty years it has served as the heart of the Bay Area Indian Community. It has also served as the meeting place and organizing center for American Indian activism of the 1960s and '70s―including the occupation of Alcatraz, the initiation of the Long Walk, and the creation of the Survival School, among many other events and actions that had far-reaching effects nationally, many of which continue today.

It was established in 1955 to respond to the needs of American Indian people of many tribes who had migrated into the area through the Federal relocation program. Since that time, a large and active American Indian community has come to exist in the Bay Area. Similar American Indian communities are found in most urban areas of the Unite States, so that now more India people live in urban areas than in rural areas.

Yet the existence of American Indians in urban areas is often unknown to the public at large. In fact, urban Indian communities are generally invisible to those outside.

This invisibility, now made worse by the severe undercount of urban Indian people by the 2000 census, greatly undermines the ability of urban Indian organizations to develop and fund urgently needed programs in health, social services, and education.

In addition, treaty agreements, which by and large are land-based agreements with Federally recognized tribes, do not extend to American Indians living in cities.

For Urban Native Peoples IFH has served as the Urban Reservation and Homeland. In many cases it is one of the few things that keeps them connected to their culture and traditions through pow wow dance, drumming , beading classes, and the many social gatherings, cultural events, and ceremonies that are held there. IFH thrived with a multitude of programs from employment training, preschool, summer camps, social work, holiday celebrations and the Wednesday Night Dinners that kept community members connected. IFH became the model that other Indian Centers with a specific focus grew out of and replicated.

In recent years though IFH has suffered disarray leaving the house with a $30, 000 debt of unpaid taxes. Complicating the issue are real estate vultures that are looking to redevelop that zone of Oakland where IFH is as that zone is one of the few in Oakland that will allow
high-rises. The community has had two emergency meetings and has established committees to not lose the house. So far $5,000 has been raised with a plan of immediate fund-raisers and a long term plan is being developed to not let this happen again.

Act now

We have no time to spare. We must pay our tax bill in March. Commercial interests are already scoping out our building. The city has designated our neighborhood as a "special redevelopment zone." So, developers are envisioning high-rises, while the city dreams of new
tax dollars. The House is valuable real estate by anyone's estimation. But for Oakland's Indian community, its value is incalculable, its history is rich, and in the bay area's high rent district, it can never be replaced.

Our future is bright

This crisis has brought the community together. We are determined to hold onto our House, and ensure its economic viability for generations to come. We are laying plans to ensure that we won't be passing the hat again come tax time next year. Please do what you can to help support the house.

Save the Legacy!

Fundraiser Events for the
Intertribal Friendship House

Friday, Feb 23

Save the Legacy
All Ages Show
6:00 - 10:00 PM
No Alcohol or Drugs!

Intertribal Friendship House
523 International Blvd, Oakland
(between 5th and 6th Avenue)

Performers include:
All Nations Drummers
Ras K'Dee and Eric Paul of One Struggle Band
Goodshield of the band 7th Generation Rise

Live Broadcast on KPFA 94.1 FM at 8:00 PM!

For more info Call George Galvis @ 510.689-7350

Thursday, Feb 24

Medicine Warriors All Nations Round Dance
4:00 - 10:00 PM

Location Intertribal Friendship House
523 International Blvd. in East Oakland
(between 5th and 6th Avenue)

We are having our first ever Round Dance with dance and hand drum contests. I want to invite you to join us on Saturday, February 24th from 4-10 PM at Intertribal Friendship House; 523 International Blvd. in East Oakland (between 5th and 6th Avenue).

For more info Call Pat St. Onge @ 510.530.2448

Upcoming events include:

Thursday, March 15

Intertribal Friendship House
523 International Blvd. in East Oakland
(between 5th and 6th Avenue)
7:00 - 9:00 PM $8-10 sliding scale
Community Potluck! Please bring a dish to share.

Film Screening with director Floyd Red Crow Westerman

America's Destruction of Indian Nations:
Exterminate Them! The California Story
Director: Floyd Westerman
Running Time: 48 min.
Genre: Documentary Feature

America's Destruction of Indian Nations: Exterminate Them! The California Story is a documentary that examines the crime scenes hidden between the lines of history. By revealing the systematic role of extermination that each state played in this tragic but true story.

Hosted by Floyd Red Crow Westerman, the film is a California history told primarily by Indians, and most importantly, the Indian point of view.

Friday, March 16

Cafe' Axe' Cultural Center
1525 Webster St, Downtown Oakland, Ca. 94612
All Ages Show No Alcohol or Drugs!
7 PM -2 AM
$10-15 sliding scale

Performers include:

Colored Ink
One Struggle
Brown Buffalo (DJ)
E-legal MC

Saturday March 17
Eastside Cultural Center
2277 International Blvd @ 23rd Avenue, Oakland
All Ages Show No Alcohol or Drugs!
$10-15 sliding scale
4-10 PM
Children's Programming from 4- 6:30 PM

More performers to be announced!

For more info:
Morning Star Gali 510.827.6719
George Galvis 510.689-7350

IFH Website:

IFH Myspace:

Jeff “Free” Luers Prison Dispatch, February 16, 2007

Thursday, February 15th was just like any other morning for me. I woke up at six, went down to breakfast and ate with my friends. I came back to my cell and turned on the morning news. My cellie went back to sleep, covering his eyes from the light of the TV as I made a cup of coffee.
I had just started paying attention when the ticker at the bottom of the screen read, “The man who set fire to three SUVs as an environmental protest, will serve a shorter sentence than originally planned.”
“That’s me,” was my first thought. My second (and much louder) thought was, “I won my appeal,” I exclaimed, disturbing my cellie and waking our neighbors.
My cellie looked to the TV as the screen continued, “The Court of Appeals has ruled that Jeffrey Luers was improperly sentenced.”
“That’s you!” my cellie exclaimed, echoing my first thought and waking up more neighbors. My cellie got out of bed as the ticker informed us “Luers will be sent back to Lane County for re-sentencing.”
The neighbors started asking us to keep it down. My cellie turned to the bars and shouted, “My cellie just won his appeal.” And in a show of cheer one can only find in prison, the morning silence was forsaken as everyone started congratulating me.
I have spoken with my attorney and there are still many battles ahead. Hard choices will have to be made. I am by no means close to walking out of prison, just one step closer. This is a victory, and while my own personal struggle is making headway others are just beginning.
On January 23 eight former Black Panthers (Ray Boudreaux, Richard Brown, Hank Jones, Richard O’Neal, Harold Taylor, Francisco Torres, and Herman Bell and Jalil Muntaqim – both of whom have been political prisoners since 1978) were arrested and charged with the 1971 killing of a police officer. Taylor and Bowman were first charged in 1975. However, a judge threw the case out after ruling that the men had been physically tortured and coerced into giving confessions.
These men are not the only victims of an ongoing political witch-hunt being conducted by the Bush Administration. The SHAC 7 are serving time for maintaining a website. Rod Coronado is awaiting trial for publicly discussing his role in an Animal Liberation Front campaign that he served time for in the 90s.
Bush has recently, and very quietly, passed laws bringing the National Guard under federal, instead of state, authority. He has enacted laws that make it permissible to open the mail of US citizens without a warrant. Laws are being passed nearly everyday eroding civil rights and granting extraordinary police powers. The Bush Administration rules by creating fear and then uses that fear to justify increased executive power and excuse human rights violations and war crimes.
While Democrats discuss “non-binding” resolutions on the Iraq war, innocent Iraqis and US soldiers are dying. Dying for what? Another imperialist war for oil!
Bush claims we are fighting to protect our freedom. He must not be referring to the civil rights he has taken. Rather, he must mean the freedom to be the world’s largest contributor to climate change; the right to be the greediest nation in the world, consuming more of the world’s resources than any other nation in history.
And now that human-caused global warming is acknowledged as a real threat, what is being done? More debates and the same lack of action.
The American public has placed their faith in a Democratic controlled congress and senate. Indeed, the Democrats may offer some solutions, but they will never create social change. That task has historically fallen to the people.
Generations of activists and revolutionaries have fought against corrupt powers to create social change. Several generations of political prisoners are still behind bars, and still the silent war wages on. While each generation and each individual have faced their own struggles, making sacrifices for their cause, each of us shares a dream. We all believed and continue to believe that a better world is possible: One with justice, equality, and freedom for all.
We believe strong enough that we have staked our lives and our freedoms on it. Because we know that only action creates change.
Every generation of warriors have stood and fought for something better. Every generation of warriors has asked you – the people – to stand by them, in solidarity. They have asked for your support and action in creating change.
I am not saying or asking anything new. Indeed, much greater people than I have asked the same thing of their generation in the name of the struggle. So what makes me think this time is different?
Nothing. I’m just hoping that this time you will do more than listen and nod your head in agreement. I’m praying that this time you will take it upon yourself to get involved; to get your family, friends, and neighbors involved. I’m asking you to believe that change is possible and that united we can create it.
This June, show your solidarity with me, and all those who have struggled, past and present, to make this world a better place. Struggle with us. Hold demonstrations or gatherings at federal buildings or US embassies and demand change. It doesn’t matter what cause or issue you fight for - we are all connected. What does matter is that we stand united and make our voices heard.
- Jeff “Free” Luers
Write to: Jeffrey Luers
Oregon State Prison
2605 State Street
Salem, Oregon 97310
More information:

Thursday, February 22, 2007


Kahentinetha Horn
MNN Mohawk Nation News
Feb. 21, 2007.

Some reasons why Onkwehonwe across Turtle Island are having difficulty breaking into professions is because of systematic prejudice that is being instilled in the dominant society. Sports figures are being fired after achieving success. High level Onkwehonwe hockey players are sitting on benches. Professionals are not invited into jobs where they can have authority and can do something worthwhile. This is not accidental. It's part of a long term plan.

The Counter Intelligence Program of the 1960’s and 1970’s, dubbed COINTELPRO, was a systematic use of fraud and force to sabotage reputations, rights and activities. In re-reading “War at Home” by Brian Glick, Southam Press, he says, “Low intensity warfare starts early to neutralize potential opposition before it can take hold”. It appears COINTELPRO not only lives on but has been here for a long time. The government is still setting up agents that expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or neutralize specific targeted individuals and groups. It is coordinated with local police and prosecutors, news media, business and foundation executives and university, church and “patriotic” organizations.

Over the past 50 years clandestine work became an essential part of the government’s mode of operation. Today there are many trained specialists on covert action.

Any social order based on inequality of wealth and power depends on political repression to control the disadvantaged majority. Modern elites must use covert measures.

Canada boasts it’s “legally decolonized”. It must effectively promote this image to the”free world” and comply with free speech and the rule of law. Shows of dissent within its borders would undermine its image abroad. If Canada is seen as unduly repressive, it will have trouble maintaining the support of its citizens and its effectiveness worldwide.

The “war at home” is primarily the responsibility of the federal government which is supposed to look “democratic”. Business and industry now rely on the government to do unprofitable work like run post offices, airports, roads, job training, pacifying workers and covert operations. They can’t maintain an expensive apparatus for oppressing political dissent as they once did. Provincial, state and local governments don’t have the funds. The job falls on the federal government.

Where did this system come from? It is not indigenous to Turtle Island. It’s not new! The European nation state system is based on a monarchial model with control by a small elite. Propaganda and espionage was used to control the people. The Germans and French could set up a million soldiers to attack and kill each other. Over the past 50 years on Turtle Island clandestine work has become an essential part of European-inspired government policy. Today the multi national corporations on Turtle Island are controlled in European centers. People here are unaware of this effort and are easy targets for the coming take over.

The idea for the KKK, Skinheads, the Nazi Party and other racist groups also come from Europe. In the 1930’s Germany and Japan were setting up fascism. There were mass demonstrations in the U.S. supporting the Nazis until the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. At the end of the war the movement stopped for a while but is now reasserting itself. It’s now under Homeland Security, the Minutemen and all the other militia groups who are being given encouragement and guns to go after targeted people and groups.

COINTELPRO is not new. One of its jobs is to erase the Onkwehonwe system of achieving peace through egalitarian and consensual relationships. One method to undermine us is through infiltration of their agents and informants to spy, discredit and disrupt our activities. One of their objectives is to scare off our supporters.

For the last one hundred years there has been an exerted effort to eliminate our traditional governing systems and our blood lines that attach us to our land. The Europeans want to claim title to Turtle Island. We are the target because we are the legitimate government of Turtle Island. Our resistance is getting in the way of turning Turtle Island into a police state dominated by a small group of people.

This covert project to foment anti-Onkwehonwe hysteria among the public has not worked. We have been able to push Canada and Ontario into the wall by bringing out our documents and precedents to support our legal positions over our lands. They have become desperate.

The Six Nations Confederacy Chiefs are now in charge of land and development on the Haldimand Tract. There are many strangers suddenly showing up trying to infiltrate the Six Nations to “give us advice”.

One man, for example, came on the scene at Six Nations. We can’t find out who he is. The trail always runs cold when we inquire among the Tuscaroras in North Carolina and the Tuscaroras in New York State where he professes to come from. He went to Texas and started a legal action on behalf of the Mohawks, without our knowledge. He also copyrighted the “Halidmand Tract” in his name. He also claims to be a “trustee” to all Mohawk possessions. Last year he wanted $110 million from whoever to relinquish his rights to our property. Why is the action coming from an oil well state? We don’t believe the Onkwehonwe who are fronting these actions are aware of the overall strategy.

Could the U.S. be orchestrating this operation in Canada? We caught some officers of the U.S. police known as the “ATF” (Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms) sniffing around Six Nations. They’d been there since February 2006 when we reclaimed our land. Canadian Minister of Public Safety, Stockwell Day, said it was perfectly alright with him to have the ATF, FBI and CIA operating in Canada! There was no criticism at all.

We’ve been made aware that in the 1980’s there was a “war room” within the Indian Affairs “Tower of Terror” in Hull Quebec run by a Canadian army officer.

We are stereotyped in the mass media as hardened criminals and welfare bums or beneficiaries of reverse discrimination. This distortion is meant to legitimize our arrest and imprisonment. They scapegoat us as the cause of the working people’s problems.

The police instigate the violence and fabricate the horrors. Dissidents are deliberately criminalized through false charges, frame ups and offensive stories publicized in the corporate media.

The police promote the stresses until we start to turn on each another. Our people are attacked and neutralized by phony charges and scandals so that we can’t carry on our work. We are being manipulated into turning on each other. Psychological warfare tactics include charging us with phony crimes. By the time we are cleared, many of our supporters and financial backers have been scared away and our work is in ruins.

The cops bring the vigilantes into the region. Several days ago the Ontario Provincial Police announced that they are putting in 55 to 70 police in Caledonia, the town next to Six Nations. This is absurd. Ontario and Quebec policing is being centralized by getting rid of small police forces. Local control is being removed. The elite want to maintain strong central control.

We have learned that the U.S. is carrying out surveillance and covert operations for Canada “in support of national foreign policy objectives abroad”. Canada cannot legally spy on its own people. However, covert action by foreigners can be endorsed at the highest levels of government.

Low intensity operations was practiced on the Mohawks in Kahehsatake when Col. Musgrave of MI-5 was brought in to develop tactics to break us down. He did not understand us, so it did not work and he’s still wondering why.

Provocateurs are government agents. They are trained to “seize every opportunity to carry out disruptive activity everywhere possible, even social and other contacts. they've been known to come in and have father children with local women and then leave. They expertly spread rumors and make unfounded accusations to inflame disagreements among activists and provoke splits. Their proposals are divisive, sabotage important activities, squander scarce resources, steal funds, seduce leaders, promote rivalries, provoke jealousy and publicly embarrass their opponents. They lead people into unnecessary dangers and set them up for prosecutions”.

Their favorite is “bad jacketing” a target. That’s calling one of ours a government or police agent. It’s meant to draw attention away from the provocateur. It causes confusion, fuels distrust and paranoia, diverts time and energy from a group’s political work, turns co-workers against each other and provokes expulsion and violence.

The government actually subsidizes arms, directs and protects a sordid array of racist, right wing thugs. The minutes of a meeting in Caledonia that was called to organize an attack on the Six Nations, was attended by an Ontario member of parliament, local officials, the "Brown Shirts" and rioters. They got the nod from the Ontario Provincial Police to buy weapons with government grants.

We are always supposed to know who everybody is, their grandparents, their parents, their families and all their relations. Clandestine repression will only end when the race it targets is eliminated. It’s interesting. It’s scary. Beware of strangers.

Kahentinetha Horn
MNN Mohawk Nation News

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Aid for Toledo Political Prisoner

Wednesday, February 21 2007

Donnell Summers is the last person to go to trial for charges
stemming from the historic October 15th Uprising in Toledo, Ohio, and
the first of more than 100 arrested to choose to fight the charges in

Donnell maintains his innocence of the charges, claiming he was
selected randomly during mass arrests and hit with a blanket charge
of felony aggravated riot. During the uprising police chose mainly
not to arrest those who were fighting back, and instead chose to
focus on easy arrests, such as people watching from their lawns and
other non-combatants.

Having originally taken a plea when faced with a jury containing
eight people with direct ties to law enforcement, Donnell has chosen
to vacate his plea in hopes of avoiding the stain of a felony
conviction on his record. His legal expenses are expected to exceed

The police and prosecuters have thus far been able to intimidate all
others arrested from fighting their charges in court. If Donnell can
win his case it will be a huge victory and will pave the way for
wrongful arrest and police brutality suits against the city.

Donations for his legal aid fund are being handled by Toledo's
October Fifteenth Anarchist Collective. They can be reached at to help with any donations.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

11 Israeli Anarchists Convicted for 2004 Blockade

The trial of 11 activists belonging to the group Anarchists Against The Wall reached its end today after about three years. Seven of the defendants had their convictions for illegal assembly and destruction of public property set aside in exchange for 80 hours of community service. The verdict for three other defendants was postpone to the 18th of March because of a demand for combining these indictments with previous indictments for political activity. Jonathan Pollak received a three month suspended sentence.

In a packed courtroom, full of supporters the verdict was read in the first trial of the group Anarchist Against The Wall. The charges stemmed from arrests at a demonstration in front of the army headquarters on February 3 2004. That day marked the beginning of the proceedings in the international court of justice at the HagueKaplan street, in front of the army headquarters and graffiti-ed its walls. about the legality of the apartheid wall. Earlier in the day the activists were prevented from reaching a demonstration near Tul Karem and in response they blocked.

The trial of 11 activists belonging to the group Anarchists Against The Wall reached its end today after about three years. Seven of the defendants had their convictions for illegal assembly and destruction of public property set aside in exchange for 80 hours of community service. The verdict for three other defendants was postpone to the 18th of March because of a demand for combining these indictments with previous indictments for political activity. Jonathan Pollak received a three month suspended sentence.

In a packed courtroom, full of supporters the verdict was read in the first trial of the group Anarchist Against The Wall. The charges stemmed from arrests at a demonstration in front of the army headquarters on February 3 2004. That day marked the beginning of the proceedings in the international court of justice at the HagueKaplan street, in front of the army headquarters and graffiti-ed its walls. about the legality of the apartheid wall. Earlier in the day the activists were prevented from reaching a demonstration near Tul Karem and in response they blocked.

Pollak refused to cooperate with the probation services and asked the court to sentence him to an actual jail term and not a suspended sentence . His reasons were explained in a statement he read in the court room.

The judge did not grant Pollak's request and sentenced him to a 3 month suspended sentence which will be imposed if Pollak is convicted of illegal assembly in the next two years. The judge stated that he avoided imposing a fine because he knew that Pollak will not pay it. The members of the group were represented by Adv. Gaby Lasky who has been the group’s lawyer for several years.

The line of defense Lasky used was based on the principles of civil resistance, and used international law, mainly the Nuremberg and Tokyo war crimes tribunals, to legally justify breaking local law in order to uphold international law.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Can Nate Ybanez Ever Be Forgiven?

His childhood was filled with unimaginable abuse. Then one day he snapped and killed his mother. Should it cost him everything?

Cruelty comes in many shapes, but on these scorched-earth plains of the Rocky Mountains, the misanthropy is panoramic. The heat is a hammer, 102 in the shade, and the baked-brown deadness goes on forever: treeless, drought-choked. What follows you off the ramp from I-76, though, past the slumped motels and up a short turnout to the prison gates, is the odor of livestock waste. The cattle themselves are hiding somewhere, but their stench surrounds you and impedes you, a fence of barbed-wire air you can't climb over.

Inside the reinforced foot-thick walls of the Sterling Correctional Facility in Sterling, Colorado, the meanness is no less bracing. Stone-eyed guards glare down from their perches as you sign the visitors' log, then follow behind, down the long gray hall that leads to a sliding door. Ahead is a room where, alone at a table, sits a tall young man with mild eyes. "Thanks for coming so far," he says, as though you'd left behind the colonized world to see him on the moon.

Nate Ybanez knows something of harshness. He's been in adult prison since he turned sixteen, when the Department of Corrections saw fit to cell him with murderers and child molesters. At the time, he weighed less than most girls his age, a skeletal boy with rock-star good looks and no clear means of defense. Still, he fought the thugs who tried to punk him out, earning for his troubles several stretches in solitary confinement. At twenty-five, he's grown to tensile strength, a six-two length of braided steel, and is left alone now by the jailhouse canines who feast on young boys. As rough as this is, with the gangs in the yard, "I'm safer than I was at home," he says. "Here, at least, I can see them coming. With my father, I just never knew."

He has on his back a stairway of scars from the scapula to the lower spine. Some were put there by his mother, Julie, a strict evangelical who never spared the rod. Others came courtesy of his father, Roger, an ex-soldier who ruled the household by terror. He beat his wife when the mood arose, battered their son with belts and fists, and once tried to strangle him while he slept. The welts on Nate's neck have long since healed, but not the imprint of the deeper crimes: the years of being molested by both his parents, starting in the shower when he was around five.

In 1998, Nate snapped and brutally killed his mother when she foiled his attempt to run away. He was tried and found guilty in less than two days and sentenced to life in prison without parole. His best friend, Erik Jensen, was convicted as an accomplice and is also doing life without parole. Thus condemned, they joined dozens of Colorado teens put away till the end of their natural days for crimes they committed as children. Barring a reversal in appeals court, they will live and someday die within walls like these, taking in the corrosive fumes of a compound built on dung. In a neighboring state like Texas or Kansas, they might have been offered treatment and training in a juvenile facility. But Colorado doesn't believe in such coddling. These boys have a job, it has all but told them: to suffer for their sins till they draw their last breath, and then go straight to hell.

Over the last dozen years, something peculiar has happened in our nation's jurisprudence. Despite crime rates that have dropped in every crucial indicator, America is jailing people at an astonishing clip and keeping them caged for ever-longer stretches in a panoply of vast new prisons. This run-up in convicts -- there are more than 2 million men, women and children locked up now, a 300 percent increase since 1980 -- has spiked most dramatically since the early Nineties, when a series of laws was drafted and passed during the worst of the crack pandemic. Much of that legislation was aimed at teens, whom Republicans identified in the 1990s as the next great scourge of polite society: the so-called "superpredators."

In state after state, the age at which kids could be tried as adults was lowered, binding children as young as twelve to the criminal justice system. Those convicted were sent to adult facilities instead of juvenile detention and given radically lengthened prison terms for a range of youthful offenses. And for kids who played any part in a killing, what awaited them was the world's most draconian verdict: mandatory life in prison without parole, also known as LWOP.

Nowhere is that paradigm more on view than in the state of Colorado, which had long been a state of bold extremes that split its political differences down the middle. But in the early Nineties, the balance of power tipped when two conservative megachurches put their thumbs on the scale. Both Focus on the Family, founded by the Rev. James Dobson, and the New Life Church, run by the Rev. Ted Haggard, plunged headlong into local affairs, urging their congregants to vote only for candidates who were "right on pro-family issues," and to contribute their time and political money to get such people elected. (Haggard, a fierce and prolific foe of "the homosexual agenda" and a former adviser to George W. Bush, was recently dismissed by the board of his church for allegedly paying a man to engage in sex during a three-year period.) In short order, the legislature swung heavily Republican and began to churn out bills that prolonged the terms for adult and juvenile offenders.

In the mid-Eighties, there were roughly 4,400 inmates in this live-and-let-live state; a decade later that number was 11,541, and Colorado was hemorrhaging money. Social services tanked and at-risk kids were left stranded, particularly abused boys over the age of thirteen, whom the state decided were sufficiently grown to fend off their attackers. One such kid was Nate Ybanez, who begged anyone who would listen -- doctors, cops, other kids' families -- for rescue from the violence waiting at home. But every time he ran, the cops brought him back, telling him sternly to mind his folks, who were only trying to raise him a proper Christian.

What makes a teenager kill his mother -- an act so dire it seems to controvert nature and thwart hundreds of thousands of years of genetic code? Many children are mistreated for years, beaten or belittled or shunted aside, but don't pick up a fireplace tool and cave their mother's skull in. Nate Ybanez did, though he is described -- unanimously -- as a sweet, well-mannered boy, the kind of young man other parents admired and wished their sons were like. It's a conundrum whose roots go back at least five decades, to a meatpacking town in the middle of nowhere and a man who raised his family in holy terror.
Davenport, iowa, is the kind of place that kids grow up to leave. Fifty-five years ago, Bernie Ybanez, Nate's grandfather, arrived there as a shell-shocked veteran of World War II, having slogged through the carnage of the Pacific theater. A Filipino with a short-stack temper and a glare that "scared you down to your shoes," as one acquaintance describes it, he eventually found work at the local Oscar Mayer plant and lasted there almost thirty years. But at night he went home and drank, then beat his wife and kids till he got tired. He was particularly brutal to his only son, Roger, and to Maria, the oldest of three daughters. In the copious rap sheet Bernie compiled, there is a record of his arrest for battering Roger, then two, till his eyes were swelled shut. When the boy got older, Bernie would back him into a corner and whip him with a metal buckle, or flog him with a stick "from an acre away all the way back home," says his widow, Kathryn Benisch.

Speaking to Miles Moffeit of The Denver Post, whose series on the state's young lifers first brought Nate's past to light, Benisch described her former husband as "a jealous alcoholic" who didn't like to let her leave the house. "Bernie gave me black eyes, tried to kill me once or twice, and threatened to dump me in a ditch," she said. But evidence suggests the crimes against his children were actually far more egregious. Bernie Ybanez allegedly molested his daughter Maria for years; when she ran away from home, he tracked her down, beat and choked her to death, then dumped her in a shallow grave, say police.

"There's not a doubt in my mind that Bernie killed her," says a law-enforcement officer who worked on the case. "She was buried a long time and we couldn't make the charge stick, but I know in my bones he did the crime." Bernie died of early-onset dementia, accused but never tried for his daughter's murder; still, the effect of his cruelty outlived him. "I knew him and the horrible way he treated his family, which had a negative effect on Roger," said Frank Benisch, who married Kathryn after she split with Bernie, in an affidavit supplied to Nate's appeals lawyer, Terrence Johnson. "It may have influenced his parenting of Nate, who had to endure incidents that I considered abusive. I believe the cycle repeated itself."

Roger, who grew up a brawler himself, wasted no time fleeing his father. He joined the Army right out of high school and took his longtime sweetheart, Julie, a pretty Davenport blonde, overseas. When his hitch was up, the pair came back to Iowa but never stayed put for long. From the start of their strange and embattled marriage, they established a pattern of suddenly pulling up stakes with little notice to family members or neighbors. A search by an investigator hired by Nate's lawyer found thirty-five addresses for Roger and Julie over a period of sixteen years, and further revealed that he'd used four different aliases in his business dealings. Money was always tight -- he sold insurance to soldiers before going bankrupt as a baker -- but it was far from the only rub between he and Julie. She was a devout Christian who gave him endless grief for listening to rock music and playing cards, and he was a cold and controlling ex-grunt who ran his house like a rear detachment. Everything had to be done to his code: the dinner dishes washed and dried just so; the thermostat locked on the setting he chose and never raised or lowered a notch. Failure to comply met with fierce reprisals: a smack, a punch, a chokehold.

They had a number of problems even before Nate's birth, said Roger's step- father, Benisch. Nate's arrival in 1981 only aggravated the strain on his deeply unhappy parents. They moved eight times in Davenport alone before heading to Illinois and points eastward. As far back as Nate remembers, there was constant strife: "They had all kinds of arguments, and he'd hit [me] with his hands or storm around and break stuff, punch holes in the wall. It just depended where he was in the house." (Roger Ybanez declined to be interviewed for this story and has denied all allegations of abuse.)

Even before he was old enough to grasp the rules, Nate was battered by his father for infractions both explained and otherwise. "My father was strong, but it wasn't his build that scared me -- he was incredibly unpredictable," says Nate. "I remember him beating me when I was a little kid for mowing my grandma's back yard crooked, just yanking me off the mower and pummeling me." Later, when he was eight, Roger knocked him senseless "for mopping the floor wrong, like he was training a dog. . . . He [always] cursed me horribly, saying I was worthless and stupid and a pathetic motherfucker all the time. Usually I tried to stay out of his way."

Roger and Julie were fiercely controlling of their son's time and contacts. They forbade him from seeing even his Christian school classmates, warned him sternly not to confide in teachers, and tried to limit his social encounters to youth-group outings at church. Aside from the women Julie met at Bible studies, nobody ever stopped by or called the house. It was, says Nate, like being raised in a root cellar -- kept in the dark with no one to talk to and only his mother for human connection.

Where Roger ran cold, a mirthless enforcer, Julie was an emotional geyser. She was deeply affected by charismatic preaching, and despite having to pack and move every six months, she always managed to forge close ties to a local church where the worshippers wailed and spoke in tongues. Stuck in a dead marriage, as well as friendless and broke, Julie leaned on Nate for her unmet needs. "She was real stressed out and would start crying and sobbing and say she couldn't go on anymore," he recalls. "I just wanted to be a kid, but she always made it sound like it was the two of us against the world, and if I didn't fill that role she went to pieces."

These "freak-outs," as he calls them, took various forms. She whipped him viciously as a little boy, whacking him with wooden ladles till he hurt too much to sit. Later, she delegated his beatings to Roger and bullied Nate in psychic ways. She told him over and over that he'd ruined her life and that she regretted giving birth to him. By the time he reached middle school, she was threatening to kill herself by driving head-on into traffic. Once, while arguing in the car with Roger, she grabbed the wheel from him going seventy miles an hour and tried to plunge the three of them off a bridge. Another time, on the rush-hour Loop in Chicago, she screeched to a halt in the center lane and screamed and sobbed as trucks swerved past or pulled up short behind them. Only fast thinking from Nate, who soothed her with Scripture, spared them a fatal rear-ender.

And so it went with this run-away brood, a danse macabre of seclusion and sadness interrupted by sudden eruptions of full-scale terror. Nate had no friends, never stayed long enough to make one, and rarely saw his grandparents in Davenport. With no one to talk to, he hid in his room, teaching himself guitar on a cheap acoustic. "I felt like crying all the time and couldn't see how it was going to change," he says. "They made me feel like this horrible kid who was causing all these problems when I wasn't. I had real good grades and never talked back -- but yet I never, not once, felt safe."

At some point, Roger took off for months, deciding after a strange, failed turn as a baker, that he really wanted to be a touring golf pro. Nate, then ten, drifted off with Julie to Chicago and then Virginia, camping in cheap motels at the edge of town. Given their isolation and lurid enmeshment, what happened next may have seemed foretold. One morning, Nate woke to hear sobs from Julie's room and went to check on her. "I ask her what's wrong, and she acts like she's not crying, then tells me to lay with her," he says. Embarrassed and aroused when she stroked his arms, he pulled away, but she lifted the blanket and told him to take down his shorts. "She says, 'That's nothing I haven't seen before,' and starts rubbing it back and forth, then stops and says she'll be out soon to make me breakfast."

"I was putting together the appeal for [Nate's co-defendant] Erik Jensen when I went to see Ybanez in jail in 2004," says Jeff Pagliuca, a veteran defense lawyer in Denver, whose motion for Jensen was later denied. "I was asking him questions about the physical abuse, and the way he answered and his general demeanor told me there was something more. I turned to my investigator as we left that day and said, 'I'll bet that kid was raped.' "

Dr. Richard Spiegle, a forensic psychologist with decades of experience assessing sex-abuse claims, took on the case. Making the long drive out to Sterling and back, he found in Nate a reluctant witness, someone who would answer his questions curtly or say he didn't remember. One day, during their monthly session, Nate said he was uncomfortable with physical affection and wouldn't take his shirt off around people. Spiegle asked him to do so then and saw groups of horizontal scars on his back, each six to eight inches long. Spiegle had him examined by a child-abuse expert, who confirmed that they were most likely caused by a strap or a belt.

Still, it was a year of sit-downs and letters before Nate confessed that he'd been molested -- first by his father, then by his mother. What came back were memories of showers with Roger, the purpose of which was to teach him proper hygiene. "Dad's showing me how to put soap on him," says Nate, "and then he tells me to get the soap off him. So I brush it off and he says make sure he's clean everywhere -- put my mouth on his penis. So I have to do what he says. I was really little at the time." Asked how little, he ponders, then holds his hand up, marking the height of a five-year-old boy.

He didn't recall how often that happened or when the incest stopped, only that he took many showers with Dad as a boy. Then, months later, he met with Spiegle to broach memories more painful still. In all, he recounted five episodes with his mother when he was ten to twelve years old, culminating in intercourse during a rare vacation to Disneyland. He said the incest stopped after they moved to Virginia and his father rejoined them there, but Spiegle sounds skeptical. "It's my experience," he says, that "sex predators don't stop until they're caught and jailed." Regarding the rapes, however, he has no doubt, despite a lack of evidence, which is common in such cases. "Particularly where the abuse is old, you almost never have the benefit of corroboration. It all comes down to whose testimony is credible, and out of the hundreds of cases I've testified in, Nate is right there at the top."

In 1996, the family moved to Colorado, broke and at loose ends. For months, Nate and Julie shared a motel room while Roger struck out on his own. By summer, though, their luck took a turn for the better. Julie found work selling radio ads, Roger was hired as a golf pro in Denver, and the couple reunited and found a shabby two-bedroom in the otherwise opulent suburb of Highlands Ranch. They enrolled Nate, 14, in a Christian prep school, but he got caught smoking dope and left soon after. By then, he was so depressed that such things ceased to matter. "It was almost unbearable, like drowning," he says, "but with people standing around and watching."

He was getting up the nerve to kill himself when, in the summer of '97, everything changed. Working at a pizza joint in Highlands Ranch, he met a kid who also played guitar. Brett Baker was a boy with a Porsche Carrera and a tight circle of rich, unhappy friends. He introduced Nate to Erik Jensen, who was fronting a band called Troublebound and looking for a kid who could play some rhythm guitar. Nate nailed the audition and was swiftly inducted into the stoned, raucous scene in Erik's basement.

The oldest child of a venture capitalist, Erik lived in a massive house with his own suite of rooms on the ground floor. There was beer in the fridge, his folks were gone during the day, and the boys in the band were tall and lean and played loud enough to loosen wisdom teeth. Within weeks, there were girls camped out in the den, passing a joint around.

"I'm not sure what it was, but Nate slid right in there and everybody took him to heart," says Jensen in the visitor's room of the Arkansas Valley Correctional Facility, at the bottom of the state in tiny Ordway. He's twenty-five years old now, and his hair, once spiked, is buzzed to the scalp in a jailhouse crew, and his former pipe-cleaner arms are carved and inked. His eyes meet yours in a neutral gaze, but they have the chill remoteness of a hard-shell man who has cast aside all faith in basic fairness. "He was almost like a brother from the day we met," says Jensen. "I knew he was having problems before he said so."

It's not immediately clear what their bond was based on. Erik was a scion of Highlands Ranch, a vast development due south of Denver that might easily pass for the plains states' largest mall. With its knots of seven-figure golf-course villas, resplendent views of the Rocky foothills and ranch-style town homes for the not-yet-rich, it mass-produced overindulged, spendthrift kids who treated their parents like bank cards. At Highlands Ranch High School, a leviathan place whose architect also helped design a "supermax" prison, the student lot was busy with German coupes, the girls breezed to Neiman Marcus during lunch, and the boys spent their time in the nearby tanning salons and gyms to keep up. But in much of Highlands Ranch there's a tangible substrata of rage behind the gilded doors.

Erik and his friends, a dozen or so kids of varying privilege, seemed to be perpetually pissed off; their anchor was their punk-rock anomie. As a bright, redheaded piano-playing kid in the exurb of Parker, Erik had been picked on a lot by other boys growing up. When the four-year-old Korean girl his parents adopted developed severe emotional problems and needed their full attention, Erik felt himself cast aside and began acting out at school. He smart-mouthed teachers and associated with troubled kids -- "the kind with broken wings," says his mother, Pat. The summer he met Nate, though, he seemed to have blossomed. He'd gotten his braces off and he chopped his long hair, spiking it blond -- suddenly, almost overnight, girls were calling at all hours. He continued, however, to cleave to his outcast crew, none of whom was any mother's dream.

"Most of us were dealing with our own dysfunctional families, and the music we listened to and the drugs we did were a big 'fuck you' to them," says Lisa Christopherson, a tall, striking blonde who dated Baker that year. "We'd hang in Erik's basement, blasting NOFX, or get someone older to buy us beer and climb this big tower near Brett's house. It got cold up there, especially at night, but we were so baked we hardly felt it."

Nate was dazzled by his new friends' wealth and their license to do as they liked. They had cars and allowances and nonchalant sex, trysting in the park at one a.m. or sneaking girls in for overnights. He, by contrast, had to beg his mom's permission to attend band practice after school. Nate solved the problem by ditching school, drinking and skateboarding with his boys. A number of girls came on strong with him, charmed by his lank good looks and his shyness, but they didn't get very far. "In the five months we dated, we were never intimate, and I tried," says Lindsay Fouty, 26, now a veterinary technician in Durango. "We would start making out, and then he'd suddenly get up and say he was thirsty and get water." Adds Christopherson, a cosmetologist in Denver, "There'd be eight of us in the hot tub in our bras and panties, and Nate would sit on the deck and give that awkward smile, while we wondered why he wasn't coming in."

Nate didn't mention his family often and seldom had kids over, but Erik detected there was trouble. "He'd freeze around his parents, just clam the hell up and stare at the floor," he says. "After a while, he finally admitted that his dad beat him up, and I was all on him to get help. I'd say, 'You don't have to sit there and take this, man. Tell someone -- anyone.' But he was scared." Still, word got around to his other friends, none of whom were taken by surprise.

Says Macy Urbanek, now a cocktail waitress, who dated Brett Baker that year, "One night I was there with Brett and Lisa, and his mom was throwing hot dogs in the fireplace with some of her church-lady pals. They were chanting that these were the dicks of their men and they were freeing themselves from them, and Nate was just so embarrassed. His mom, I think, loved him, but with a weird, sick love, and his dad, who I barely saw, was a vicious guy." Adds Christopherson, "What a scary monster. He'd walk in the house and just give you this look that made your insides flop."

Nate's experiment with freedom, which began that summer, soon came to a screeching halt. Late one night, he was startled awake to find his father's hands around his throat. He fought to wrench free, but Roger had him by eighty pounds and pinned him to the bed frame, squeezing harder. Nate might have died there, half on and off the bed, if his mom hadn't begged for his life. Roger let him up but was far from done, tossing his son off the walls of his room and stomping his possessions underfoot.

Nate took off, vaulting down the steps of their rented two-family and out into the freeze-dried night wearing just his jeans. Roger was hard behind him, having taken the car, but Nate knew those side streets cold. He made it to the woods and tiptoed from there, skulking through dooryards and strip-mall alleys till he turned up, shoeless and shirtless, at Brett Baker's. There, on the doorstep, he convulsed in sobs and for the first time poured out his story. The beatings, the verbal abuse, the emotional degradations -- he couldn't hold back any longer.

Brett's parents, mortified, heard him out, then called the Douglas County sheriff's office, demanding that Nate be placed in care and that deputies arrest his father for assault. (The Bakers declined to speak for this article, but their call to the sheriff was confirmed by the Jensens and Lisa Christopherson.) Within minutes, there were officers at the Bakers' door, ordering them to turn Nate over to his parents and have no further contact with him. As they stuffed him into the back of their cruiser, ignoring his cries to take him "anywhere but home," they warned the Bakers that they'd face arrest if they "harbored a fugitive from another family."

The following morning, there was a knock on the Bakers' door. They opened it to find Nate's dad and a large friend on their stoop, Roger wielding a baseball bat. "Brett called me and said, 'You won't believe this -- that maniac just threatened to kill us,' " says Christopherson. The Bakers promptly dialed the sheriff's office, and again the deputies came out. "But instead of arresting Roger, they asked him politely to go home," says Curt Jensen, who got the story from Brett's father that morning. "I don't know what pull Roger and Julie had with the cops, but they sure seemed to do their damn bidding."

Later that day, the Jensens met at the Baker home, and the two couples discussed their plan of action. "We decided that night to tell the authorities, which for us was a very big step," says Curt Jensen. "We filed a report with the Department of Human Services, saying someone needed to get him the hell out of there. A worker told us she'd go out and take a look, but said nothing came of it. It was the view of the department that boys could fend for themselves -- they didn't have the time or staff to baby-sit guys."

Nate confirms that he never saw a worker. The DHS, through spokeswoman Liz McDonough, says it won't comment on cases involving minors "in order to protect their privacy." As for Jensen's claim that it doesn't start files on boys who are thirteen and older, McDonough said, "That isn't and has never been our policy. If someone said that, they were speaking out of school."

Roger's attack on Nate, and Nate's flight to the Bakers, raised the final curtain on the family drama. The next nine months were a constant siege of fights and botched escapes. By his own calculation, Nate ran away from home a dozen times that year, hiding with friends or walking the streets till the deputies picked him up. In the file turned over to his appeals lawyer, Terrence Johnson, there are records of six "contacts" between Nate and sheriff's officers that fall and the following spring; though the cops themselves note that he asked for "relocation," they either took him home or held him for Julie and never called DHS, as required by law. "Had Nate been a woman who alleged abuse, they'd have arrested her attacker," says Johnson. "But in the case of an abused boy, the cops shrugged their shoulders and didn't pass him on to Human Services. About the best you can say is they were thoroughly incompetent. Or you could call this what it is: criminal negligence."

That winter, Roger left the house for good, moving to a flat across town. Nate and his mother took a small two-bedroom and declared they were starting over. They weren't. Julie put a tap on Nate's phone at home, crank-dialed to report Erik and Bret for arson, and followed Nate over to Erik's place, where she poured out her troubles to his mom. "It was always about how depressed she was and how rotten her life had become," says Pat Jensen. "Or she'd say how worried she was about Nate and ban him from coming here, then turn right around a week or two later and ask if he could come stay with us."

Nate slipped back into a deep depression and began drinking hard before breakfast. "I felt like I couldn't function without it," he says. Friends intervened, but their help didn't take, and besides, they weren't doing much better. "We started out light, with pot and beer," says Urbanek, "but then it got crazy with acid and 'shrooms, and the next thing you know, it's coke and speed and the cops are fucking camped in Erik's driveway. We all just lost it, and none of the parents noticed. It was like, 'Oh, you wrecked your Audi? Here's another.' "

The one bit of leverage Nate's parents still had: the threat of sending him to a Christian boot camp in faraway Missouri. They'd gone to the length of rousting him one winter night, tossing him, barefoot, into the back of their car and driving twelve hours to a sad-sack barracks just south of Kansas City. Nate tried to kick the rear window out, but his father pulled over, said he'd turn the car around and hand him to "a huge ex-con" he knew who'd rape him until he "broke." When they got to the boot camp, it was just as Nate feared, a "bunch of brainwashed kids" milling around, looking like they never wanted to leave. He begged his parents to take him home, agreeing to any terms they laid down for him. Grudgingly, they relented. But five months later, on June 5th, 1998, they woke him up and told him to get packed.

"He called me that morning, totally freaked," says Erik, who'd sworn to protect him like a brother. "The idea I came back with was we'd leave that night, go up to the mountains and camp a while, then head to California and get work. We had our guitars and some cash between us. We could've made a living playing clubs there."

The plan was to meet up after work that day, drive to Nate's place to grab his duffel bag and be gone before his parents came home. But by the time Nate finished his shift at Einstein Bros. Bagels and Erik, who was high, got around to picking him up, Julie's car was parked outside the house. Nate told Erik to sit tight for twenty minutes and come get him if he hadn't made it down by then. Twenty minutes passed, and Erik knocked on the door. Julie answered it wearing a "hateful" glare.

That's the last point the former friends agree on.

What happened next was the subject of two trials and three contradictory versions from those involved. This much is known: Shortly after Erik entered the house, Nate hit his mother in the head from behind with a metal fireplace tool, then held it against her throat and choked her with it. The cause of death was strangulation, though she'd been struck twenty times in the skull with the weapon and had three fractured fingers as well. She shed so much blood on the walls and floor that it took her son and two of his friends several hours to clean it, and additional hours to hide the evidence -- blood-soaked cleaning materials -- in a scatter of strip-mall dumpsters. There were, however, no witnesses, and the tossed evidence was never recovered, so the trials turned mainly on the accounts of the kids involved, particularly that of Brett Baker.

Erik's was the least persuasive of the bunch, which partly explains why he got life for murder instead of three-to-six for accessory after the fact. He says that Julie asked him to go wait in Nate's room while she and her son had a "family talk." He claims he did as ordered, figuring he'd gather Nate's things while the two of them argued in the parlor. But once down the hall, he heard the "bangs and crashes" of two people "fighting to the death." He insists, however, that he stayed put in the bedroom till Nate yelled out to "bring plastic wrap." Only then, after running to the kitchen across the hall, rummaging the drawers for the box of wrap, did he enter the parlor, he says. There, he saw Nate and Julie bathed in blood and grappling on the red-soaked rug. "Then I passed out from seeing all that blood, and when I came to, he was behind her with fireplace tongs, choking her to death with it," he told a jury. "We both just sat there, in shock, I guess. Then he passed the thing to me and I guess I dropped it."

Brett Baker, who got a call on his pager from Nate shortly after the killing, told a quite different story. He said that when he got to Nate's home that night, Erik was giving the orders, telling him to grab a wad of paper towels and start cleaning up the gore. Both boys were covered in blood, he said, and though Nate first claimed he'd done the crime alone, Erik later conceded to Brett that he'd struck Julie three times, once so hard the tool lodged in her skull and spattered the wall with blood when he yanked it out. He concocted the cover story they told the cops, provided Nate a shovel and a can of gas to dispose of Julie's corpse, and talked Brett into fleeing with him after Nate was arrested for murder. They ran to Mexico and stayed for a night, then called their fathers to come get them.

In court, Brett was far from an ideal witness. He'd lied to the cops and had been deceptive in a polygraph test, but he managed to cut a sweetheart deal with the prosecution. Still, it was largely his testimony that convicted his friends and sent them to prison for life. Under enormous pressure from the county DA, who threatened for a year to charge him with murder, he took the stand to say that on the day of the crime, he'd visited Nate at the bagel store, where Nate told him he was going to kill Julie that night and Erik knew and was "scared shitless about it." That part of his story rings patently false -- a third friend who was with them never heard the conversation. "I did run into Brett that afternoon," says Nate, "but he lied and said whatever the DA told him to get light treatment in the case. Cops are good at intimidating people, and Brett was easily intimidated."

Perhaps because Nate's version of the events that day is so un-self-serving, it seems the most credible of the three. He takes sole blame for Julie's death. He said his mom had fixed him with that hateful gaze when she opened the door to find Erik, and that seeing it, Nate "snapped" and bashed her skull in. He said as much to the sheriff's deputies who found him before dawn on June 6th, standing beside his mother's body in a park not far from home. Six years later, he repeated it in court when he testified -- against his own best interests -- at Erik's appeal hearing, which failed. And while Erik built a defense around the crackpot notion that he was too stoned to have done the crime, Nate bridles when asked if he was drunk or high the night Julie died: "If I had been intoxicated, I'd have been able to handle things, but it was all too much for me. If my mother hadn't died that day, I would have. Just thinking about it now makes my heart hurt."

No less haunted are Erik's parents, who've made a sort of shrine of his downstairs suite. Lining the shelves of his walk-in closets are clear bins that store every toy he had from middle childhood up, a museum-quality trove of memorabilia in a life stopped short in Act I. "You say to yourself, 'Why would a kid that successful throw it all away for something stupid?' " says Pat, in her sumptuous parlor. "The only thing I've come up with is that, from the time he was little, we urged him to take care of weak kids. He was always befriending boys whose moms were beating them up or whose fathers were coming home drunk, and he was outraged kids could be treated like that. Maybe we did too good a job."

Erik Jensen was convicted in August 1999 in a trial muddied, if not poisoned, by the Columbine shootings, which had happened four months prior and just ten miles south. The drumbeat was no less loud in October, when Nate came up for trial and was tried and convicted in under a day and a half -- less time than it usually takes to select a jury in a case of first-degree murder. Nate was about to be let down again, this time by his attorney. In many states, minors charged with serious crimes are appointed an independent legal counsel. A guardian ad litum, as the adviser is called, can help them reach informed decisions about their own defense and point out any possible conflicts as their trial approaches. Given Nate's lifelong abuse at home, someone should have questioned his father's swooping in and hiring his lawyer. But Nate was charged as an adult offender and thus deemed old enough to make his own choices -- even if he was so beclouded after the killing that he sat in the courtroom drawing childlike doodles while being arraigned. A judge had a chance to amend this oversight when Nate's lawyer, Craig Truman, filed a preliminary motion to have his confession tossed. At the hearing, a tape of the interrogation was played to prove that his father left the room before Nate talked, which in fact rendered his admission moot. But before he stormed out, Roger was heard telling Nate, "You're a fuckface and a piece of shit!" "That alone should have been grounds for a guardian ad litum," says Curt Jensen. "When the man paying your legal fees wishes you the worst, what chance have you got to win the trial?"

Mary Ellen Johnson, the director of the Pendulum Foundation, a nonprofit group whose lobbying arm seeks to "restore sanity" to the state's sentencing laws, believes the failure of the system to protect Nate's rights was simply business as usual in Colorado. "I've never seen a place where the deck is so stacked against kids getting a fair shake in court," she says. "These boys are too young to know their best interests, some are schizophrenic or severely bipolar, and no one ever bothers to check their home background, so the DAs are shooting fish in a barrel. They've got a ninety percent conviction rate when they take them to trial."

To be sure, Nate's lawyer had his work cut out for him: a deeply devout victim whom the DA portrayed as a self-denying saint; a defendant who belonged to a punk-rock band with the jury-baiting name of Troublebound; and prosecutors not the least bit inclined to temper justice with mercy. But Truman had ample weapons himself: Nate's history of battering at the hands of his parents, and relatives eager to vouch for it, along with witnesses like the Jensens, Bakers and others to document the abuse; the police files reflecting his cries for help and the DHS records of home visits; and a roster of highly credentialed experts on the role that abuse plays in parent killings. There are well over 100 teens sitting in jail in America for murdering one or both parents, and discounting the handful with severe mental illness, they fall into two distinct types. In the first and largest group are the kids who suffered years of grotesque cruelty at the hands of their mother and/or father. In the second are what Kathleen Heide, a criminology professor at the University of South Florida and author of Why Kids Kill Parents, calls "dangerously anti-social kids, many of whom have been overindulged since childhood and have no tolerance for the word 'no.' They kill for self-interest -- for instance, when parents put their foot down and belatedly try to set some limits." Often, says Heide, these trials devolve into a contest between the two types: the defense lawyer working to portray his client as a torture victim who snapped, and the state asserting that he or she was, instead, a spoiled brat.

"Any competent attorney will bring on an investigator and mental-health expert to gather facts," says Heide. "Was the abuse severe and long-lasting? Did other people know about the ongoing harm, at least the physical kind? Did the child make an effort to go get help? Did he or she try to escape the house? If most or all of those factors were present, you have a powerful story to tell the jury, and often enough leverage to reduce the charge to something like manslaughter."

Truman was paid a flat fee of $90,000, which was more than enough money to shine a hard light on Roger and Julie. But the man signing his checks -- half up front, half on verdict -- was, of course, Roger Ybanez. And so Truman (who declined to speak for this story, claiming attorney-client privilege) hired no investigator, called no abuse experts, and ignored the chorus of pleas from Nate's family, the Jensens and the Bakers to let them testify. He spent virtually no time with Nate before trial (his notes, which ought to have been copious for such a case, ran to exactly four pages). When the trial started that fall, Truman called no witnesses, produced no evidence and only broached the subject of Nate's abuse to deride it as a sham. His entire case consisted of opening and closing statements in which he freely conceded that Nate killed his mom and may have had "a hole in his soul." The jury came back after ninety minutes with its foregone conclusion: guilty.

"If his lawyer had done his job, it could certainly have changed the outcome," says Jerry Huling, a printing-products distributor who served on the jury. Seven years later, he still seems pained by the verdict. "In light of what I know now, I feel Nate needs another trial. I don't even know that he belonged in adult court, based on circumstances that weren't presented. I'm a very private person with nothing to gain by speaking out, but something wasn't right in that courtroom."

Terrence Johnson, Nate's appeals lawyer, puts it more bluntly. "It's one of the worst jobs ever by a trial attorney. You're entitled to a constitutional defense in court, meaning a competent lawyer who puts your interests first and signs a piece of paper that says so. I don't even have to show that he tanked the case. All I have to do is prove the conflict of interest, and there's enough on that to file a motion tomorrow."

Much is riding on the outcome of that hearing. Should a judge find that Nate was denied due process, he would grant him the right to a second trial and ample leverage to negotiate a deal. "The fact is, this should've been a manslaughter case, with a term of eight-to-twelve," says Johnson. "I would hope I could get him out on time served." When and if that happens, Nate's ex-friend Jensen would have grounds to seek a reduction of his own. Says his lawyer, Jeff Pagliuca, "There's no law that says they have to release my guy if his co-compliciter gets out, but it would look bad for the DA to keep Erik in if the kid that swung the poker goes home."

What stands in the way of an appeal, though, is money, or the lack thereof. It costs tens of thousands to fly in expert witnesses on the subject of legal ethics, and Johnson's client is destitute. Nate earns the sum of fifty dollars a month making office furniture in jail, and some of that goes for basic amenities like toothpaste and toilet paper. Johnson was paid a retainer by Jensen's parents, but that money ran out months ago, and he has since been working pro bono. There is an online nonprofit to raise cash for Nate's defense (Friendsof, but the returns thus far have been negligible. The only other option is an appeal for clemency, but that, say his backers, is the longest of long shots.

In the meantime, Nate doesn't dine out on hope. He's spent about a third of his life behind bars -- sixteen months in county awaiting trial, three years in the dust bowl of Arkansas Valley, and five years steeping in the methane fumes in this hog farm of a prison -- but has kept himself busy becoming a scholar. He earned a G.E.D. within months of his arrest, and he reads deeply and widely in abstruse subjects like geology and quantum physics. Raised a lockstep Christian, he has converted to Buddhism, waking up early to meditate, another self-taught art. "When I read the Dalai Lama, my anger, which was horrible, began to dissipate," he says. After several combative sit-downs with Roger in prison, Nate barred him from coming again: "He didn't like the fact that people were helping me and said I should just stay here." Nor does he hear from the rest of the family. He rarely, if ever, gets visitors.

But after years of withdrawal from his high school friends, he has begun again to reach out by mail. They, particularly the girls, were the closest he came to a connection in the world, and for one brief stint, twelve ravishing months, they brought him fully to life. Recently, he wrote to Lisa Christopherson, thanking her for some photos she'd sent. He described his jailhouse study of the Kabbalah, then recounted a couple of stop-time moments he'd shared with her that summer. Both took place during sudden downpours of "soft, huge droplets of rain," when the two of them dashed out into the street and ran around, soaking wet. Those romps, he writes, "were either a gift from some force or a mistaken shift in the cosmos." They were also the "only two times in my life I felt safe and happy and complete. Home is the word I like to use, and I've wanted to return to that place ever since."