2006 James Bauhaus
MORE LEGAL SLICKERY
The courts dodged around, under and through the facts, and said if I kept appealing to them, they would simply discard my briefs and ignore me. Since they refuse to do their jobs and insist upon protecting the killer and furthering their corruptions and graft, I decided that the only path left was to start sending them little, bloody pieces of myself while decrying their criminality on the net.
This is when Mr. Scheck stepped in with his innocence project. He and his idealistic crew of law students have done little but watch the appeals courts duck my irrefutable facts that prove my innocence beyond any doubt. Only after the 30 or so criminals of the courts lock me out of my right to the Bill of Rights does he send a Tulsa attorney, O’c, to petition the Tulsa court to make the cops un-steal the killer's blood and prints for analysis for the first (known) time. (The 30 or so judges and prosecuetors have concocted the lie that come analysis of this blood was done despite their being zero evidence to support this. Being judges and DAs having un-checked power, they can concoct such lies and use them to steal justice without any fear of ever being caught or punished in any real way.
Knowing that the lawcrats suffer no quality control what so ever, and that exposing the facts of their judicial criminality would do little but make them enraged, I put off my plans when I received a letter from O’c on 3-17-99.
In his impressive letter he implied more than any other lawcrat I've ever known: that former chief prosecutor S. M. "Buddy" Fallis was a well-known courthouse crook. (I mention elsewhere how big of a crook this guy is in other of my writings, possibly the one about Ken Ruth and Kelly Spencer Ward, who also fought against this guy's corruption.) The foremost secret unwritten law of all lawcrats states that they never disparage each other in any way, no matter how treacherous or crooked they are. Since O’c had the guts to say and even write this well-known open secret on a signed paper convinced me that he is not the usual cog in the law monopoly.
He wanted me to repeat everything he already should have read or may have read in the text of my many appeals. I wrote the facts out again and sent them. He also wanted a phone call from me too. I called, and we spoke for perhaps twenty minutes. He said if I wasn't innocent, I was "toast", as if he could somehow increase my punishment from life-with-daily-harrassment and torture. He tendered this threat even though his letter specifically asked me not to try and convince him of my innocence. Also, if he had simply scrutinized the police reports and newspaper picture, he would have had no choice but to see the fact of my innocence and police/judicial corruption protecting the actual killer of Mr. Hunt.
O'c indicated that he was friends with the chief DA, Tim Harris, and the crooked DA, Jerry Truster, who, along with crooked cops Larry Johnson, Jesse McCullough, Bill Yarbrough, Don Peyton, Hill McDonald, et al, lied me into prison. O'c spoke with and wrote to DA Harris and got his word that he would not object to a motion asking the judge (Harris) to make the cops get off the killer's blood, fingerprints and other evidence in records, if possible.
On 5-4-99 O'c told me DA Harris even offered to "snoop around", meaning he would slyly interrogate Truster on his culpability in lying me into prison. O'c asked me if this is what I wanted, and I said definitely no. There is no profit in letting enemies, -er, I mean "adversaries" pretend to be your allies. O'c declined Harris' offer and sent him the most simpering motion for evidence un-suppression I could ever have imagined, expecting Harris' approval.
Next, O'c indicated that he would prefer to communicate by phone. (All lawyers abhor leaving a record of their antics, and all lawyers will speak more freely when they can make certain that there is no possibility of their words being recorded or witnessed.)
On 5-29-99 DA Harris received O’c's motion to read and approve. On 6-1-99 he called the prison-crats' and told them to make me call him. The verbal news was that DA Harris had decided to make some changes in O’c's motion for evidence, ostensibly to make it even more lickspittal than it already is. (I didn't get to see any of these prototype motions, but imagine that they were a fight to get private access to the blood and other evidence without the presence of the "adversary”.) Also, DA Harris has decided to begin an investigation (snoop-around) anyway. What is really going on is this: DA Harris is creating an excuse to reneg on his promise of cooperation and approval in order to gain time. Harris is right now feigning cooperation while he digs for the facts for himself. This is the exact worst thing about the lawyersystem: if/when you finally do uncover their corruption, you can only get proof of their corruption by asking them for it, thereby giving them every opportunity to further hide, destroy or otherwise subvert the evidence which will prove their corruption.
No sane person would put a thief in charge of the evidence against him, but this is exactly what is done every day for every crooked cop, corrupt lawcrat or other govt grafter in this nation.
When Harris finds out that I already have escaped their records warehouse with irrefutable, signed proof of my innocence and police/DA Jerry (Truster) corruption, direct from their files, he will pull a standard, routine, every-day lawyertrick that consists of ignoring me and the evidence forever. This is why he has never put any of his feignings of approval on paper: so he can maintain absolute deniability. O'c is the only witness to Harris' promises, and, being a fellow lawcrat whose livelihood depends upon his continued allegiance to their law monopoly, he will never annoy his pal Harris for any reason, not even for justice.
O'c himself is somewhat squirrelly: he told me at first that his only concern is to obtain the blood for DNA analysis. Two months later he says on the phone that he has some kind of dilemma: he wants me to choose between two possible strategies. One is to try and "nail" Truster in his lie by mailing the FBI and asking them for proof that Truster sent them the blood for analysis. (The FBI will undoubtedly reply, craftily, "He probably did, but we have no record of it", (because of sloppy record-keeping, thereby preserving the lie as much as possible.))
The other strategy is for O’c to pal-up to Truster and ask him nicely to come clean and allow the evidence to escape his clutches.
This makes O’c squirrelly for three reasons: (1) he somehow changed his job description from chasing the blood/DNA to chasing discrepancies in Truster's concoctions at trial (2) he somehow has gotten the idea that calling the FBI and calling Truster are mutually exclusive strategies, and (3) both Truster and the FBI will simply lie and re-lie to prevent justice exactly as occurs daily and both plans are obvious losing strategies that any fool can easily see. (Crooked DAs have no interest in revealing dirt on themselves.) Another aspect is that I'm just not sneaky-minded enough to deduce what kind of shenanigans O’c is trying to pull. Lawyers' minds are ingeniously cunning.
Another thing O’c has told me is that attorney George Briggs is a drunk who screwed some character (sounded like "Boyd") onto death row with his incompetence, as if this is not usual lawcrat routine and practice after stripping their victims and their families of their money and property.)
Other than the news that DA Harris reneged, I can discern no reason for O’c to have called. Even that would have easily been rendered in a letter. Also, he wants me to call regularly, for no good reason, (perhaps billable hours to the Innocence Project), supposedly to remind him to keep pressing.
Where facts can't sway the edifice at any level, I am now to infer that the good-ole-boy network inside the courthouse will. To date, all I can detect is a pack of phonies feigning sincerity while practicing the usual duplicity. (Good God, how can one live this way?) My life continues to be filled with daily torture and harassment while the lawcrats pattie-cake around with each other playing ditch the evidence or concoct-a-deal. Concoct-a-deal is a game where O’c makes a secret, personal evaluation of me. If he concludes that I can be trusted not to soil his profession and cronies, he will try and trade my silence to the crooks who keep me enslaved. I get out and they get to escape the public learning of their criminality.
Concoct-a-deal will not work because the lawcrooks knew that they have already obtained U.S. Supreme Court approval of their lies against me. Thus this entire farce is merely wasting my time and theirs while giving me false hope, (if I believed any of this shit, that is). I can die of old age quietly awaiting justice, and this is exactly Harris' and Truster's and company's plan. I should immediately decry them on the net and pray that the court of public opinion acts to correct this corruption before the lawcrooks decide to hire a prisoner to murder me "for a cigarette", as they did to John Shelton.
6-24-99: I called O’c about the previous day's meeting he had with Truster. He says Truster has agreed to cooperate by not blocking O’c's attempt to obtain the cops' secret stash of the killer's blood. Also, he says that Truster is glad that I'm not decrying his corruption this time. (He shouldn't care; he's immune to all the lawsuits against him by me and has the press in his pocket, and the public's perception of him having ultimate voracity and integrity despite my irrefutable police report proof otherwise) Also he admits "mistakenly" saying to O’c that he sent insufficient killer's blood to the OSBI, not the FBI, as the trial transcript of his words indicate. Truster sent O’c on a wild goose chase to the OSBI in Talequah with this lie.
Lastly, O’c said that DA Harris would eventually re-write the court paper asking the judge to make the cops un-ass the killer's blood that they've been concealing for about 30 years now.
My next strategy is to assure the lawcrats of my silence once freed from their depredations. If they are convinced of my apathy in this regard, there is more chance of them eventually doing this right thing and taking their illegal sentence off me and maybe letting me get the killer for them.
7-22-99: after two weeks of trying, I finally managed to both get the phone and O’c, who said that the head DA ducked, passing my case off to some unknown assistant DA who actually appears to him to have "already" (whew!) read the facts after all this time. O'c also says that the DA, Sharon Ashe, wants to exclude him from the finding of the blood in the police property room (and only let her and her cops again find no blood).
O’c again said, "call me anytime" as he dodged off the line with a quick "gotta go". Previously I'd sent him a letter asking him to call the former crooked medical examiner, a doctor Stuart Hinkle, who himself was awarded a sample of the killer's blood by the police specifically for analysis. Hinkle graciously offered to ask himself what he did with this killer's blood and his analysis of it for only $1,150.00! O’c of course ignored my letter and did not call Hinkle. Rather than giving an excuse, he simply pulled the standard lawyer trick, "Busy! Gotta go!”
So far, the cops have had 27 years to ditch these five secret samples of killer's blood. For the past three years they have known that I've uncovered knowledge of their no-longer-secret stockpile of killer's blood. I am certain that they will have by now destroyed this blood anonymously and with their usual impunity.
My next strategy is to re-write O’c and again beg him to get Hinkle's sample of the killer's blood and analysis and deposition about it. This also will come to nothing.
8-2-99: I did re-write O’c asking again for him to call Hinkle and also yesterday wrote DA Ashe to whom head DA Harris passed my case. She is trying to exclude O’c from the evidence. I ignored her obvious perfidious motives and asked her to make her cops run their 21 fingerprints of the killer they have stashed in Tulsa police file 867819/11001. I expect to be ignored, since the cop/judge/DA's jobs, as they see it, are to protect their deception of the public by feigning infallibility, honesty and integrity through further acts of corruption. (Even their media tools, the TV, radio and newspaper, help protect their owners by hiding their corruption by refusing to alert the public to these facts and by preventing me from capturing the killer through media ads of my own.)
8-5-99: I wrote Bill Gates with proof, asking him for net access on one of his mainframes.
8-20-99: I finally again got both phone and O’c who, before his usual, "Busy! Gotta go!," said, "Ashe is very sorry and contrite for not yet having one of her many assistants insert the seventeen extra words that O’c asked for into her long-awaited request to Judge Harris asking him to approve her looking into her own cop-dept's records and extraction the 30-year-old blood and prints they have hidden in their file for first-time-ever analysis. (When Ashe excluded O’c from her evidence request, O’c replied with a letter (see file) dated 7-23-99, asking her to insert a "me too" clause into her "Request to Judge to allow me into my own cop-dept's file.)
The lawyers' pattie-cake is hideously nauseating. So far it has taken lawcrats (since 3-17-99) 156 days to accomplish nothing. In this light-speed communications era, any business employee who took 156 days to have one flunky call another flunky to deliver a package would be fired. Any competing business who managed this awesome phone-task in only 155 days would drive this other out of business. Since govt is a monopoly with zero competitors, it can thrive at such a slow pace that makes a glacier appear as swift as a racecar. What is worse, this tiny little 156 day agony of nonsense is only a chip off the glacier. The crooked judge, Harris, will refuse to allow Ashe to make her own cop-dept un-steal the blood and prints, causing another four years of worthless judicial pattie-cake which accomplishes nothing but to re-elucidate the judge's opinions of the cops' right to steal the evidence and hide it forever, if not destroy it altogether.
On 8-9-99 I sent letters to Harris and Ashe detailing how they could catch this killer quickly by only running their 21 crime-scene prints of him through their computer system, NCIC. Dan Rather says that the FBI claims that they can match prints in two hours! So why does it take a minimum of 156 days to get them to the computer? Judge, cop, DA and lawyer corruption, in this case.
8-31-99: It's been 14 days since Ashe said she'd insert "O’c" into her very late request for judge Harris to force the crooked Tulsa cops to unsteal the killer's blood. I called O’c Monday and Tuesday, and today I even got about four minutes of his latest spiel. I ask, "Since both DAs agree, why not file your own request?" Answer: the judge's automatic refuse mechanism will kick in. O’c also said, "I could tell by the tone of her (Ashe's) voice the she was not sincere." (Thanks for the hindsight, and thanks for supposedly knowing this and telling me she sounded "contrite". This is ordinary lawyerspiel: only lawyers and ignorant persons believe it.) Next he says, "Truster got fired. I think it was because of you!" As if I'm supposed to be ecstatic that some rich lawcrat has to commute across another political boundary to continue his fat life of parasitism.
If this crap is true, (and I did notice that Truster changed addresses twice in rapid succession recently) then it means that the DA's investigations are complete, they know they are wrong and have begun serious ass-covering maneuvers. Too bad they can't begin any righting-of- wrongs-type maneuvers as quickly. Apparently they can't do this at all, if reality can be believed.
Last, O’c says, "I'll hand-carry it over to Ashe and embarrass her." Sorry if I don't believe that lawyers can be embarrassed. Dirt and whale feces do not suffer embarrassment, so why would anyone think lawyers can?
I'm supposed to call tomorrow. I predict good news, like, "Ashe and I agreed to file something sometime “soon” with the same crooked judge who screwed you out of your last eight appeals." Thanks a billion in advance, lawcrats. I'm sure it will (insert blistering sarcasm here).
9-10-99: It took ten days to both get a phone that worked and contact O’c, who gave me about ten seconds. "I'm on the other line. I sent Ashe `the order'; you should get a copy next week. Call me Monday (Translation = "Still nothing filed. I sent Ashe some paper she will trash without reading and sent you a copy so you will think progress is occurring. Call me Monday for more excuses and delay”).
9-18-99: I spent yesterday with the trick phone that worked twice in four hours of calling. I actually heard O’c answer before the phone hung up. Another time I got teased by O’c's answering machine.
Today, a whole new phone arrived with notation on the front for the nazis, saying, "No tattoo gun inside!" The thing actually worked from 8:20 to 9:05 AM I reached O’c's machine many times, then got shunted off to O’c's other answering machine. Lawyer pattie-cake ends today. If I don't change my mind, I'm sending a letter to get on the net and reveal the crooks to anyone interested. The free lawyer-ride on my life is over. Today the crooks get revealed. See how long it takes powerful maggots to prevent what tiny bit of free speech I, by proxy only, possess and remove my words from the net and prohibit my further access. From the lawyer's call-blocker to the govt's net-blocker, here I come.
9-16-99: O’c answered my call, then refused. Two minutes later I call again. This joker accepts my call. The call is so garbled that I hear little besides "Ashe insists upon secrecy when she goes for the blood." The rest is O’c fast-talking me with non-useful information and missed faxes, long talks with Ashe, broken promises and the usual, "Gotta go! Bye'" I don't get to ask questions and all the evidence points to this being a farce on all the lawyers' behalves. On 9-15-99 I sent a letter home asking to put my stuff on the net. Obviously these lawcrats intend to accomplish nothing while feigning furious activity and progress where none exists. The purpose of secrecy is to conceal, and they intend to conceal and delay until I die. I am sorry I wasted a single nanosecond on any of them. Without noncop supervision, Ashe will simply claim, "I looked, but I found nothing", same as they have done three times decades ago, when I sent three lawyers separately after this blood. Letting her do this will give the crooked judge Jesse Harris another "reason" to lie-up more excuses like, "My cronies say it is not there; there is no need for un-involved third-parties to double-check us."
The only path now is the court of public opinion. I also wrote Centurion Ministries after I got an answer from Marcia Poole of this organization. I sent them, by proxy, the entire disc of information. They should answer within six weeks.
9-25-99: I sent home two more pages to add to the net. These are in Post-conviction Relief format and give details of who did what in order and their last known location information.
9-29-99: I spoke with a New York student of law from their Innocence Project. Her name is Danielle Attias. She reassured me that she'd spoken with O’c and Mr. Barry Scheck had gotten my letter. I got to ask, “Where's the quality control?" and found that there was none.
Judges and prosecutors are Imperial Dictators who answer to no one for their crimes until overthrown, and even then they usually escape. She suggested I call O’c twice a week and call her any time I had a question. Still no progress and O’c (she said) is looking for the "right time". I hope and suspect that the right time will be when my writings generate enough public or media attention to force these mumbling plutarchs off their thrones and to business.
10-10-99: O’c keeps ducking my calls. This Saturday I heard him answer before he knew it was me. He did something to the phone so that it doesn't say "rejected", yet in the silence he does not answer. Other times he has call-blocked me or shunted my call to a phone without a machine. It's pretty obvious now that he's part of the problem: This after almost seven months of delay.
10-12-99: I got O’c today. The trick appears to be to call early enough so he has to answer in his car on his cell phone without benefit of his answering machine. He said that he'd been out of town for five days. Apparently he does not know I hear him say "hello” before ducking my calls, since I've never mentioned it. He put "Me too!" on his own draft of the evidence-search request and sent it to Ashe. He says to call Wednesday and he'll have again spoken to Ashe. I hope by then that my net piece is out, as I only expect more feelgood PR and excuses from O’c.
10-13-99: Wednesday's excuse = "I was in Salisaw and couldn't call Ashe. Call me Friday!"
10-15-99: 8:30AM = no answer. Ten minutes later I heard him say "Hello?” and didn't accept the call. Then some lady answered the phone; another "Hello?", then I got switched to another phone, heard another ring, then loud "Hang-up; open line" beeps, signaling that I'd been both answered and hung-up on in quick succession. I called again at noon and was refused by no pick-up this time. Why ask me to call when you don't want to answer?
11-9-99: O’c says he got the order for blood search. I hope it is no hidden jerkaround.
11-8-99: I got Harris' Order for blood search in the mail. It just takes power, influence and decades of timewaste plus lawyers to obtain the appearance of a micron of judicial cooperation. O’c says, "Call me Tuesday'." (11-9-99)
11-9-99: No answer. 11-10, no answer. 11-15, phone says, "No collect calls" from me to O’c any more. I called Danielle in New York. No answer. I certainly could not have foreseen the pre-meditated "No more collect calls" routine.
11-23-99: O'c says he went to the police property room and found that murders are kept in separate, concealed, cop-only room. Also he said that the property slip is missing (of course) along with the killer's fingerprints (of course). Also he said that he and Ms. Attias have some property numbers that I don't have and didn't get from them. He also says that the property room cop is "Gregory” and asks me, "Did you get a latter from the cops saying that the prints are missing?” Also, he said, "Sharon Ashe hates Truster and such is good for me,etc," (yawn).
Fact is, the crooked badgers have had decades to trash all the evidence, had all the warning to trash all the evidence, and cover their tracks. When all the judges, prosecutors, cops and even the Public Defenders combine to conspire to protect the "integrity" of their "profession" and make all the evidence of their corruption vanish, it does, easily. My simple act of telling these scum that the prints are now DNA samples caused the cop and lawyer-crat scum to steal them just recently. The date of the anonymous no-name cop sending me this fictitious letter O’c told/asked me about saying "No prints exist" is 1997, the exact same year that I told the court "Prints now = DNA." It wouldn't surprise me if the whole OK supreme court flew down to the Tulsa cop's property room and stole the prints personally.
Some cop (Gregory or "Heitt") merely dreamed up a lie like, "Some no-name cop already told Bauhaus that the prints are gone", merely for confusion/ass-covering value.
3-6-00: Another thing O’c said on 11-23-99 was, "Don't call me: wait. I'll call you." (This as a result of my complaint to New York of him dodging my phone calls.) In four months, he and New York have done nothing and plan to do nothing due to a secret policy of "do nothing when innocent has paper in court trying to get judge to rule fairly”. (This as a result of my 9-16-99 letter to O’c stating that I intend to appeal for Mrs. Hunt's OCCA time cut on the prosecutor's improper comment about the crime rate during a murder trial, same as my prosecutor's improper comment on the crime rate.)
3-13-00: O’c says "Hello", then refuses my call. New York fails to assign a new law student to my case. The Council on Judicial Complaints says, 2-20-00, that it, (Eric Mitts) is investigating my complaint of McAlester Judge Taylor's theft of my escape trial.
3-23-00: O’c sends me a copy of the letter he sent to Ashe.
5-25-00: Jamie Guggenheim is assigned to my case. By June she can't get O’c to respond and asks me to write him asking for a progress report and to make a carbon copy.