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The Texas Torture Case Story-Page 3
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While I was being held in Texas for ninety days against my desires Dr Edeiken used Dr Pearlman to have me maliciously and sadistically enslaved by him. He made me work in his department for him without being paid daily. Of course due to being sick from the lithium which I was forced to take coupled with the physical and emotional abuses and shock associated with this situation I simply sat frightened to death in Dr Edeikens department daily. Dr Edeiken carried his abuses further by telling me my other evaluations from doctors and others I had performed well with over the years would no longer matter and that he and Dr Pearlman would now be my only references in the country. It appears a malicious United States Department of Justice has upheld this idiocy on the part of Dr Edeiken because specialty training programs across the United States for which I created a highly competative situation for myself have been denied me since I left Texas.
All along all qualified, independent medical and legal counsel aside from my background credentials as a legally licensed New York State physician who graduated from Dickinson College with the honors of Phi Beta Kappa and summa cum laude have confirmed that I do not and I have never suffered from mental illness. Also, I am a law abiding citizen with no criminal convictions. Insofar as my mental health care status is concerned I am a conservative dresser. I do not and I have never suffered from homicidal or suicidal ideation or intent. I do not and I have never had racing thoughts. I live a quite, reserved, monogomous family life now. When I was single I was very careful about my sexual relations. I do not drink alcohol or take illicit drugs. I rarely gamble and when I do in locations where gambling is legal I am a very conservative gambler. I do not take any medications on a regular basis. I eat well, rest well and meditate daily. I take vitamin and mineral supplements along with lecithin supplements daily. I exercise for a minimum of 30 minutes daily. I do not and I have never had any intent to become involved in any form of criminal activities. And, although I wish I were very wealthy now I know I am not. Also, I know I am not a very important person in this world and I have never wanted to be. Therefore, even within the confines of what has become the abusive and pseudoscientific discipline of psychiatry my profile does not and never matched the profile of someone suffering from bipolar disorder. The orthodox medical texts and psychiatry journals report that people with bipolar disorder have racing thoughts. They are said to dress in colors of unusual combinations and colors and to often appear in public places naked. They are also said to be heavy gamblers who are generally involved in credit card fraud schemes and writing of illegal bank checks. The psychiatric literature also says that people with bipolar disorder are generally involved in illegal, risky, and excessive sexual activities and feel they are very wealthy even though they are not. They are also said to feel overly important and to make literal threats against the lives of VIPs. Frankly, I know from my training as a physician when someone is insane and homicidal they will tell you that they really do intend to kill someone. In my opinion if someone says they have no homicidal intent and than they murder someone after being released from evaluation we are dealing with premeditated murder 1 and not insanity. An actual criminal will after all know to lie about his plans.
In the events leading up to and in the aftermath of "The Texas Torture Case" I have met with many episodes of unprovoked police harassment, brutality, and false arrests in the United States and overseas in association with the stigmatization of being inappropriately labelled as if I am mentally ill. Many of my professional and business interests with high earning potential have been maliciously undermined by a brutal and sadistic United States Department of Justice ever since this case about 20 years ago. My name and reputation have been ruined also with old friends and colleagues due to lies about my mental health now with the fixed, cursory civil case from Texas used to rationalize and legalize those lies. Clearly we have a brutal mental health care system in the United States with many tyrannical forces wanting my mental health care reform initiatives stamped out. Earlier in my career I saw psychiatrists feeling they would help me with my career interests. However, clearly the psychiatrists never had any genuine interest in helping me with my career or my situation would not have become so catastrophic at middle age.
In the associated Honolulu, Hawaii police brutality case I was beaten up by a Honolulu cop and falsely arrested one evening. There was a dispute on the Hyatt Hemmetter Center property site where I had checked in for one night to help me get resettled in Hawaii after I returned from Tokyo. The staff at Spats Disco downstairs where I ate my dinner served me several glasses of wine. I used to drink socially at that time in my life and since I was not driving I enjoyed the wine. Than I went to my room to relax and get a good nights sleep to get ready to call my old friend, Willard Wong, the next day. Willard was like my Chinese Godfather. As a good friend and associate of my fathers and a close family friend ever since I was a kid Willard was always around to help me resettle in Hawaii with a car and an apartment. Than later that night I got a call on the phone from the front desk of the Hyatt. My father had bounced my American Express personal card when I was overseas by not keeping the payments up to date as he had told me he was doing on the phone. I was told to please bring another credit card to the Hyatt desk. In a semi-asleep and I admit intoxicated state I walked out of my room into the hallway and I think I was zapped with electric shock stun guns from behind as this set-up unravelled. I than screamed out something stupid which some parties said were threats against President Reagan and an old girlfriend. Whatever I may have said in such a shocked, semi waking state of mind it is ridiculous to say I threatened anyone. Actually I liked President Reagan who was like a father figure to me. In fact I had written to him and asked for personal advice regarding my professional interests and he wrote me back with some words of encouragement. And as for my old girlfriend from San Fransisco, well I was sad we had lost touch with each other over the years because of the rigors of my medical training and I had never wished her or for that matter anyone else harm. Anyway I was handcuffed from behind and taken to an interrogation room and tied to a chair by two bullies working as Hyatt security guards. They told me to stay off the Hyatt premises for a year and had me thrown off the premises as the young attractive woman working by the front desk yelled out "Nixon".. meaning I reminded them of President Nixon! When I chose not to take the orders of the bullies as a binding legal order and returned to discuss this incident with the Hyatt group the next day I panicked when I was not well received and ran off the premises. I was than attacked from behind by the same two bullies and handcuffed and the police were called. I was thrown in a filthy little holding cell in Honolulu with no Miranda rights and no charges read after an emergency room doctor did not admit me to a hospital. Willard came and paid the $50 bail. I appeared in court and a friendly and very professional Hawaiian judge asked me if I understood my legal rights and he dropped the case telling me to have a nice day. I am told via police channels years later this police brutality case had a lot to do with the unravelling of "The Texas Torture Case" and associated police brutality cases in efforts by his fellow cops out west to save the Honolulu cop from investigations. Anyway, when Willard suddenly came down with pancreatic cancer and died during the course of all of this I cried a lot to myself. I had lost one of my only true friends in the world and I knew my future would now be more uncertain than ever before. I never knew what to say to Mary, Willards wife, when Willard passed away. Mary was like my Chinese auntie and I guess she too never got over this. I am certain Millard, Jordan, and Wilma, Willards sons and daughter, also never recovered from Willard's death. Willard was just that kind of person who will always be missed by those who were closest to him. In fact I am shaking now while I am writing this thinking about Willard's devastatingly premature death.
After this case in Honolulu was dropped in court by clearly one of the more enlightened judges in the United States who apparently agreed with my lawyer, Arthur Fong, that I was set up on the Hyatt on the evening in question and that I was actually not guilty of anything, I felt life might be better for me now after I resettled in Hawaii. Arthur Fong, a previous judge himself, was a close friend of Willards. Obviously Arthur Fong was one of those rare highly talented lawyers who knew well how to properly represent the interests of his client. Anyway, when Willard thereafter dropped me off at a beautiful home worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in Palolo Valley on Oahu I felt relieved. I thought after a lifetime of hard work my struggles were over and that my dear old father and Willard were finally coming through with a gift I needed more than anything else in the world after the 1980 fiasco, which was a nice home in of all places Hawaii. I figured my father must have cut a deal with Willard to exchange the home for some good trades in the stockmarket. I was waiting for a car to be delivered to the garage like back in my college and medical school days when I went into shock. Willard told me my father wanted me on lithium for awhile and did not want me driving. My father insisted I was sick or I would not have blurted out inappropriate words dealing with past President Reagan and an old girlfriend the evening of the incident on the Hyatt premises even though this all occurred under the influence of clearly spiked drinks at a time when I used to drink socially and even though the judge on location where this all occurred dropped any charges, either civil or criminal, against me. I went along with my father and Willard anyway still being the type of physician a the time who figured experimenting with drugs might be interesting. I no longer see it that way at all after again getting sick from drugs this time from lithium and than putting all of this together and realizing it was psychopharmacological agents and/or alcohol which were getting me very sick. I am told from police sources I made some type of call on a pay phone to the FBI about all of this and supposedly turned one of my best friends in the world, Willard, into the FBI over all of this. I admit that although I have almost a photographic memory about lives events and other significant matters this is all a blur to me. Did I really do this or is this all from a dreamlike state of mind I must wonder as I realize how sick the lithium got me. If anything like this happened, which it appears may be why the Wongs disapeared one step at a time from my life, I can only say it must have been from the side effects of the lithium. I always liked Willard and I ended up not liking the FBI anyway. I think in his own way Willard was always trying to help me out in life. And I am certain I would have never filed official charges against him. So when in the midst of all of this Willard told me he was dieing from pancreatic cancer I went into shock again and ended up leaving for Taipei in the middle of the night. Unless I was sick from the lithium I would not have done this. I would have settled in the home in Palolo Valley and started over again in Hawaii where I had always wanted to live and work. Well, the Texas interlude was to follow and clearly my dear old father had his diagnosis of the trendy entity of bipolar disorder on board before I even arrived and being the one in power who cleverly took control of the families assets the greedy psychiatrists never gave me the time of day.
It is of interest that prior to being railroaded into the mental hospital in Texas my father drove me up to McCleans hospital in Boston which is associated with Harvard. He wanted me to have an electroencephalogram done and apparently he tried to have me committed to the hospital. In retrospect even though the tests on me came out normal I do not think such tests are a nice thing to do to someone due to the high risk of false positives which can occur. Such tests are inconclusive in any direction. Anyway, Dr Frazier, the head psychiatrist at McCleans simply said to me you are free to leave here after the test. I smiled and left his hospital. Than I met with a young psychiatrist on Harvards staff in his office whose name I do not remember. I did not like his idea that I had a rare case of bipolar disorder since I knew the material from the Harvard Guide to Psychiatry in fact inside and out and I knew the holes on such a diagnosis in dealing with me. This psychiatrist told me he had a journal article about a physician whose career fell to pieces from bipolar disorder until he was put on lithium. However, what got me interested in this psychiatrist was his insistence that he wanted to help me with my career. I was anxious to stop staying in one place professionally and I considered carefully selling out my more than credible position that the nation abuses psychiatry and that I actually never suffered from anything for a deal to go along with this psychiatrist and get my career back on track. I suppose what he has in mind was to place me in Harvards psychiatry program and offer me psychotherapy while I was training. Many Jefferson Medical College graduates have gone through the Harvard psychiatry program. Over the years when I reflected back upon this I figured this psychiatrist would have probably taken my research into natural health care options for mental health care seriously and probably would have agreed to support my switch to natural health care treatment and prevention for anything we would say I suffered from since clearly this psychiatrist was extremely well read. However, when I asked my father to therefore help me resettle in Boston with an apartment and car so I could work out my career with this psychiatrist he simply said no and that was not what he had in mind. I was than being sent on a one way ticket which he charged on his American Express card back to Tokyo from Boston international airport.
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