Saturday, May 3, 2014


Dateline: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Today marks numerous momentous days in American History, from April 19, 1775, Concord, Massachusetts, the Ruby Ridge -ATF -Weaver shooting, and the Oklahoma City bombing, among others. Politics aside, for some Karmic reason, April 19th has been a flashpoint commemorating the struggles of outcast underdogs against repressive governments or their heavy-handed agencies.

Coincidentally, today marks my seventh day of solitary confinement, facing a fabricated disciplinary charge of “disrespect” from a bullying prison guard known to be a liar, seeking to “pad his résumé” by locking up unsuspecting prisoners for little or no reason, in hopes of advancing his chances of promotion to sergeant, ten percent pay raise.

At the time that he took out his anger at being “chewed out” by his supervisor against me he obviously wasn’t thinking. Instead of selecting some brow-beaten, intimidated, uneducated prisoner who would take the abuse without a defense, fearful that any challenge would “make them mad” at him, correctional officer one Patrick Walsh mistakenly chose someone who is NOT intimidated by authority, who knows the rules and laws regarding prisoners, and who had the presence of mind to notice and recall the names of inmate and staff witnesses, and remember it all in his defense. Bad move, Pat. This is not a game, and his tantrum could have far-reaching consequences, jeopardizing my release date. I have to fight for what is right.

I want to share a revealing, spontaneous statement made by the confinement sergeant last night, as he and another officer were escorting me in handcuffs for a shower. We are allowed a brief shower Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights. I’ve written about this before, but my policy and standard behavior when dealing with guards, prison officials, “free persons,” teachers and other prisoners is to be open, honest, and respectful, polite and courteous, to “hold my tongue” unless asked a question or have something to say, to smile, to maintain eye contact with my audience, whether it is one person or one hundred. The way I speak and the way I write are similar. First impressions of me generally describe an intelligent, open, well-spoken, friendly person. As part of that persona, many people, staff included, address me as “Mr. Norman,” which I find amusing, since I always think of Mr. Norman as being my late father, Eugene Norman.

As they cuffed my hands behind my back and opened my cell door, taking hold of my arms and walking me across the floor to the tiny shower, the sergeant said, “Now here’s Mr. Norman, never gives anybody any trouble. You know what he’s in confinement for? The officer got mad! He got mad! Do you know how many people I’d lock up if I locked up somebody every time I got mad? We don’t have room to hold them. Mr. Norman can tell you, he was there. One night I snapped on the whole chow hall. But I didn’t lock anybody up. That’s ridiculous, Mr. Norman.”

I agreed, but I was the one in handcuffs.

I appreciated that man’s comments, which speaks for itself. Since I’ve been locked up, a parade of officers on different shifts have stopped by my cell door, looked at me through the little glass, and asked, as one did, “May I ask what you’re doing back here? You don’t get in trouble.”

I keep my response brief. “I asked the dorm officer a question, was Officer Walsh going to call B-dorm to the canteen, since we were the only dorm he didn’t call on Saturday. She called Captain Teboe, he chewed Walsh out, apparently, and Walsh took out his anger on me. I did nothing wrong, but he wrote a phony d.r., said I used profanity toward him.”

One officer shook his head in disbelief, and said, “I don’t believe you’d ever cuss out anybody. That’s what stupid people do. You’re too smart for that,” and walked away. He was right.

Meanwhile, it seems suspicious, if not curious, that they took all my legal work, facing legal filing deadlines, my envelopes and my pens. How can I write or mail out papers to my lawyer without envelopes? I can’t. It took four days and great effort to obtain this pen, which is almost dry.

There is much more to tell of this test. I’ll keep you posted.


Anonymous said...

Sounds like a frame job to me. Jeebus. Prison should be FRAMING FREE. So many are already FRAMED TO GET THERE.

Justice is coming.

Anonymous said...

To anon (the comment before mine)
Yes it actually is a frame job from a very vindictive, got no life prison guard.
I don't know if you being sincere or sarcastic.
If sincere, then sorry for what I'm about to say...
Don't post comments or your opinion on things you have no clue about pls.
its really not necessary and not much appreciated.
You don't know this man or what he has been through so keep your sarcastic comments to yourself.
If you were being sincere and not mocking Mr Norman's situation I am deeply sorry.
But if not, then just re-read this comment again.


Anonymous said...

Tarryn, I was being sincere. I have made numerous comments to this blog and I believe libby would recognize my commentary.

LIBBY !!! You will be UBER interested in this. Just came across Bill Sheppard's name in it after hours of reading (vox)

Tarryn, Prison should be FRAME FREE. The person's life has already been stolen. Then they go to prison to be re-framed and re-framed.

My comments are widely read and noted by people who stalk and follow and endanger my family including running over and murdering one of our beloved and protective pets not long back. While I don't actually enjoy ANONYMITY due to stalking and internet stalking I do my level best to disguise myself and my loved ones on the WWW to those who are not stalking me. Sometimes my comments are pointed and aimed. But not at you. I had to FLEE Hillsborough County in fear for my life.
That may tell you something and warm regards to you. I know for a fact that not many people will stand up and defend a person when they are down and being kicked hard.

Take care.

Anonymous said...

To Anon
I am soooooooo sorry for taking your comment as a insult or sarcasm. I'm so sorry and yes I have read about your situation and read between the lines in your comments.
Please forgive me for 'jumping the horse'
I have experienced some very strange things happening to my emails and comments since I stand firm in my support for Charlie!
I ask of you to please not take my comment to heart it was just that I thought that your comment was aimed to harm not to be sincere.
And don't you worry.
God doesn't sleep and he has you in his hands.
I will keep you in my prayers. Once again. Please accept my apology.please.

Anonymous said...

God does have us in his hands.

I did not take your comment wrong. Instead I tried to vow to take more time with my comments. Sometimes I am just in a racing hurry, see something new and ignorant such as charlie's gain time being trifled and make a comment.

Please re-direct Libby's attention to the link I left. It's another murder coverup !!!

My friend who is associated with larry wingate. I believe his life is in danger.

I do not know what to do. I am, frankly, scared to death. There is no one to turn to and no one has ever offered any help. NO agency has ever stepped forward. The State's attotney's office thought it was OK that our neighbor shot at me while I walked the same dog that was just murdered. Not once but twice. The Tampa police would send the same dirty cop(s) over and over. Finally I called the sheriff and they advised me to file for the protective order.

You see how that went.