My Story of Torture Part 1 of 4
1993 the FBI burnt a church full of children to the ground in Waco Texas. As a result I vowed to God to never allow my country to commit such an atrocity again. To keep this promise I joined the Militia and became a dissident criticizing the FBI for it’s murderous actions at Waco.
1995 a pastor named Lampley was arrested by the FBI in Oklahoma. I never met Lampley but learned he was being mistreated in custody. Consequently, I contacted the Red Cross and asked them to send someone to investigate. The Red Cross did send two workers to the jail to interview the prisoner but was denied access. In retaliation, the FBI asked the Honolulu police to arrest me. I was arrested without a warrant and held in a police cell block for 10 days until Hawaii judge Victoria Marks ordered me released finding my arrest illegal.
While in custody I was denied all food and water for the 10 days. As I was placed in my cell I saw a technician turning off the water to the toilet & drinking fountain in my cell. For 10 days until the court hearing, I was held in the cell and given no food what so ever. In the morning I was given a cup of coffee when I tried to drink it it made me violently ill so I was unable to drink the coffee. In the evening I was given 1 cup of cool aid. For the ten days I subsisted on only 1 cup of cool aid per day having been denied all food and water. Various police from time to time looked through my cell door window out of curiosity.
At one point a female officer took pity on what she saw. She asked me if I needed a shower. I said yes. She said she would go talk to the guards to get me a shower. When she came back, she apologized and said they wouldn’t grant the shower unless she personally watched and she was to embarrassed to do this. I told her please. So she had my cell unlocked and walked me down the hall to the shower. She stood there as required but I saw she kept her head turned so as not to see me naked. I guess her punishment for advocating my shower was to shame her. As I showered I gulped what water I could.
At another incident the inmate who moped the hall floor each day realized that they were withholding all food from me. He saved a peanut butter sandwich from his meal and tried to smuggle it to me. He offered it through the opening of the cell door. I asked him if it was approved. He said no he was sneaking [it to me]. I thanked him but declined as I knew it was all on security camera and didn’t want them to be able to use this as a means of manipulation.
Toward the end of my cruel confinement, a young immigrant was placed in an adjacent cell. They tortured him in order to psychologically study my reaction (remember I was arrested at the FBI request for asking the Red Cross to investigate prisoner abuse). They (guards or FBI, don’t know which) sprayed ether starting fluid into his cell and told him if he breathed it he would die. He lay on the floor of his cell trying to breath from under the door pleading “please have a heart” until he passed out. When he regained consciousness, they released more starting fluid into his cell again, stating “I told you if you breath this you will die- Don’t you believe us- you will die if you breath”. This time he held his breath until he went unconscious. After he came to, this was repeated the third time. This time the poor chap stood on top of the toilet fountain trying to reach fresh air from the ceiling vent. Again he went unconscious falling to the concrete floor splitting his head open bleeding on the floor. He was removed from the cell and not hurt to bad. However, the next day he was taken for his initial court appearance and they told him if he told the judge what happened he would be sent back to the cell pending investigation and “and you know what will happen if you are sent back”. While he was tortured, I lay on my side in a fetal position toward the cell wall, so that the camera couldn’t see my face. After the victim had split his head splashing blood all over the floor, I was moved to his cell so that I could see his blood. In his cell I could smell the ether which is how I knew they had used Starting Fluid.
-Stewart Waterhouse