Sean’s current cell block, as trashed by rioters in 1993.
We have not heard from Sean directly or indirectly since Monday May 11th. [update: we have received word from Sean confirming what the prison says below. Sean adds: “You should get a copy of the conduct report in a few days. Shoemaker intended this to be a level 5 incident. SOCF locals aren’t for the reindeer games. 30 days privilege restriction, phone, JPay. Visits are unaffected.” Also, incoming mail is unaffected, so please feel free to mail stuff to Sean. ]
His case manager says that he is in his regular cell, not the hole or the infirmary and that he is on a thirty day phone and JPay restriction, but that he can send and receive regular mail. The 30 day restriction was set by the disposition of a conduct report. The case manager did not know the content of that conduct report.
We suspect the conduct report is manufactured bullshit. We suspect the “30 day restriction” will last more than thirty days. Sean has been on a “temporary” restriction from access to video visits since January, a restriction the screws refused to lift despite a hunger strike, medical strike, large call-in campaigns and (tragically unsuccessful) legal action.
We hope to hear the full story from Sean soon, but we aren’t holding our breath. In the past, mailroom fuckweasels have interrupted, tossed out, refused, delayed and otherwise fucked with his mail. In the meantime, he has expressed a strong disinterest in phone calls and letter writing and likely hopes to hear some stories from folks on the outside soon.
My name is Sean Swain and I’m speaking to you from a payphone at the Southern Ohio Correctional Facility in Lucasville Ohio, the site of the longest prisoner uprising in US history*. I currently reside in the block where that uprising began, L5 and my cell still has the scorch marks on the walls from more than twenty years ago. I think the authorities leave the burn marks to remind all of us prisoners that they won.
But, when I see those burn marks on their walls, I only think of possibilities. I have to warn you before we go any further that I am a “unique security threat”. It was a federal court who recently gave me that designation: “unique security threat” using those exact words.
I’m not just your run-of-the-mill maximum security prisoner, I’m a special category of prisoner who may be subjected to a regimen of restrictions without so much as being accused of violating prison rules. I’m such a unique threat that my communications can be subject to a lifetime ban in anticipation of what I might say about the state terrorists who hold me hostage and occasionally torture me.
Also, you should know that the Fascist Bozos of Ineptitude (FBI) generated 1,297 pages of investigative files on me during the course of my imprisonment. I’m one of my favorite topics, and I write about myself quite frequently, but I can’t think of 1,297 pages to write about me. So that means the FBI knows more about me that I do. My file is available from the FBI as a three-disk set that costs $40. That’s roughly the same as the Sex Pistol’s box set. If ever you have a choice between the two, I would suggest you can’t go wrong with the Sex Pistols.