The manuscript for this work was written in a cell at the Dick Conners High Medium prison for violent category offenders.  It was typed by a friend and his wife who supplied me with all the medical data and a great deal of caselaw which should be, but is not, available at the prison.  They wish to remain anonymous.  Returned for editing and re-writing in longhand by inmate Ronnie Whitehead who helped me considerably.  It was written at a risk similar to that taken by Anne Frank.  I would not be able to complete this work as you read it now but for my Guardian Angel Mary Porch who kept me alive through this ordeal with methods of her own.   And   it  would have never matured to 

this website without the expert constructor Pamela C. Brook in California. The risk taken writing this reminds me of a sick joke I read in 1958 from a popular magazine:  “Daddy, why must I be allowed to only run in circles?”  “Shut up or I’ll nail your other foot to the floor!”  In prison, one is that helpless.  To offer resistance or complain of improprieties one is simply ignored or sent to a smaller cell.  To “make waves” one risks drowning.  No longer gagged by the courts or the prison system I exercise my 1^st Amendment Right.  No longer helpless to only run in circles.  Now I run only the risk of being silenced by a crazed “Oswald,” “Ruby,” or “Jeremy Reed.”  An acceptable risk to acquire justice for my innocent wife.