My New Book: American Made
The second book in my War on Drugs series is now available as a paperback and an e-book: American Made: Who Killed Barry Seal? Pablo Escobar or George HW Bush
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Set
in a world where crime and government coexist, AMERICAN MADE is the mind-twisting true story of CIA pilot Barry
Seal that the Hollywood movie starring Tom Cruise is afraid to tell.
Barry Seal flew cocaine and weapons worth billions
of dollars into and out of America in the 1980s. After he became a government
informant, Pablo Escobar’s Medellin Cartel offered a million for him alive and
half a million dead. But his real trouble began after he threatened to expose
the dirty dealings of George HW Bush.
AMERICAN
MADE
rips
the roof off Bush and Clinton’s complicity in cocaine trafficking in Mena,
Arkansas.
“A conspiracy of the grandest magnitude.”
Congressman Bill Alexander on the Mena affair.
Shaun Attwood’s WAR
ON DRUGS SERIES – PABLO ESCOBAR, AMERICAN MADE, WE ARE BEING LIED TO and THE
CALI CARTEL – is a series of harrowing, action-packed and interlinked
true stories that demonstrate the devastating consequences of drug prohibition.
From T-Bone (Letter 60)
T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter from Arizona prison:
Now in this place you have young white
kids running around saying “white power” because they have been taught to think
like that. And the Mexican, black and native men are walking around with a
submissive attitude and getting high and drunk. That way they can cope with not
being able to achieve anything; so they think.
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| Prisoner holding a bag of hooch |
Anyways, the drinking has become a serious problem here. Last night, a riot almost happened because of the drink. The guards bust prisoners with hooch every single day. They’ve had several fights behind it and there was a riot at building 3, where several guys got drunk and one got caught having sex with a white kid, who was in this building and got moved because he wanted to be a bulldog. Some of the gays got word of them having sex. They went in there drunk and kicked the white kid’s butt. Then the guy who was having sex with the kid turned on the kid as well and they both messed him up! They were all drunk.
I was watching Nat-Geo the other day and
it had this Englishman as the host. It enlightened me to the fact that there has
been a lot more racism than what I though in areas of public service. The “I
don’t give a damn” attitude by a lot of different people has been bred into
them by sin, which leads to a cold heart. It’s an old trick to use fear and hate
to control people! Forget fear and forget hate. Let’s move on to more
understanding and become one people, one hope, one love. That’s what these so-called
politicians should be saying to one another and to countries around the world!
So I’ve been doing a lot of intervention
and does it feel good, wow! It’s so awesome helping people. The drugs have
slowed down and most guys don’t miss them, but having nothing to do but sit
around and let their imaginations go wild! Idle minds are big problems in this
place. But after watching that Nat-Geo special on race, I now see why some
people make excuses (including myself) to use drugs. We hold on to things that
are negative and allow them to control our thinking and to be less spiritual.
Strength + Honor
Steel Embrace
Yours,
T-Bone
Each one – Teach one
PS) Hi to the T-Bone Appreciation Society
Shaun Attwood
From T-Bone (Letter 59)
T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter from Arizona prison:
The guards busted this guy today with a
phone and some black-tar heroin. He tried to fight back but! Some of the guys
are falling out or going into episodes from smoking spice, and it’s crazy when
you see it. It’s like something from the state hospital. They piss on
themselves, they fight the air, they go limp, they jump off stairs, they see
and hear things. That stuff is poison from China! Man, it is crazy. I mean
crazy.
Like I said in the last letter, the cops
put a gun to my head and called me a nigger by saying, “Go ahead, nigger. I’ll
blow your head off. Just move. Go ahead move!”
They made me lay down in my dog’s shit for
no reason other than the fact that I am a big black man.
I watched a cop pick up this this little
Native American, and throw him down on his head. When his head hit the concrete
it sounded as if the gun had been fired. That’s how loud it was. The cop just
stood there and laughed with his buddies and waited for about 15 minutes before
calling the E.M.T’s.
I know you’re asking yourself why they
didn’t kill me. Well, there were too many people watching, including my kids.
I am in here with people who have done
some crazy crazy things. This guy killed his mother, and stuffed her in a deep
freeze. There are two guys who took a little kid to play cowboy and Indians and
shot him dead. He was dressed up in his cowboy outfit and he was only 5 years
old! But even those kinds of people need justice.
These people running this corrupt system
have no honor at all. They play games to get money from the feds and then call
us animals.
There was a guy who punched his so
called best friend in here because he wanted his milk. He sucker punched him
and the guy’s head bounced off the floor. The cops sprayed everyone with that
nasty juice, and I couldn’t breathe.
When that asshole came back, man, did I
check him because that was a cold thing to do. He said he wanted to catch a
fade (a fight). I took him in my cell and smacked him around a little bit.
The guards went into his cell and found a
bag of hooch. At count time today, when we came out, the hooch was poured all
over the sidewalk. He went into his cell late, and whenever you do, they shake
you down! I laughed when I found out because he deserved that and even more! He
is still here though. Go figure that?
There is a lot of drugs as usual and the
same drama that goes with it. People keep coming to me and asking me for help,
but I won’t pay anyone’s bills ever again unless its life or death or because I
feel it in my spirit and that only comes from God.
I badly want out of here. There are
times when it’s heavy on my mind and I long for some simple things like eating
fish and chips with Shaun in merry ol’ England, cooking on a grill…
Please remember that I didn’t do any of
things they said I did. I am innocent. Well, as I sit here in this place, I
find myself looking for justice. Please let the whole world know that I am in
here with no corroborating evidence at all! I know that’s a tall order, but
please do so because the more I find out, the more it hurts. These people call
themselves defenders of the law, and all they do is LIE and circumvent the law
to fit their own ends. Why? Because I am black and because they have no Honor! I
need the whole world to know what they have done to me!
Strength + Honor
Steel Embrace
Yours
T-Bone
Each one – Teach one
Shaun Attwood
London Banged Up Abroad Talk
If you fancy coming along to my next London talk on Tuesday Nov 22nd at 7pm here's the further info.
From T-Bone (Letter 58)
T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter from Arizona prison:
Seeing all of this Black Lives Matter in
the news made several things come to mind from my past. There are instances
where I was treated like I was from outer space by the police!
I was in a car with a friend of mine
named Tony and the cops stopped us. Tony’s a white guy, and they treated him
with kindness and respect. They asked him to step out of the car, then one cop
put his hand in the driver side window with a gun, and the other cop pointed
his weapon at my head through the passenger’s side window.
“Go ahead, nigger, move. Just move and
I’ll kill, you fu..ing nigger.”
Why? Because I am black in a car with a
white guy in a public park, eating a Starvin Marvin’s sandwich at 12:50 pm. The
park was Reed Park in a nice part of Tucson.
They took me out of the car, threw my
food in the dirt, grabbed my arms and made me lay down on my food for over an
hour, while they tried to talk Tony into saying I was doing him some type of
wrong.
At the jail, they ended up questing us
for possession of weed. The weed had been in Tony’s pocket. They let us go, with
me having being bitten by the ants all over my neck and face, and arms.
I was told to go to a neighborhood watch
committee to get help because of what the police had done to me. We did, but
they just played games and kept passing the buck!
Then there was a time when some of the
guys I grew up with were standing outside after we had finished eating. The police
came after us with dogs and shotguns. I was only 3 with 11 and 12 year old
black boys, who were eating after a basketball game.
Did it affect us? Yes, it did. I still
do have a distrust of white police officers because of how they have treated me
over the years. But God has healed a major part of my heart! I know this for
sure that if God wasn’t with me, that cop would have shot me! I look at the situation
and see how they purposely went after me because I am black.
I am in here innocent. I didn’t rob anyone.
At trial, a woman said that I didn’t threaten her, and that I took money off of
the counter, with no proof, no cameras, no nothing, just her word. Not one
thing is consistent with anything she said in the police reports.
I am going to stop for now because a kid
in here has some problems with meth addiction. I love you all. Be at peace.
Each one – Teach one – Strength + Honor
Steel Embrace.
T-Bone
Shaun Attwood
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