MICHAEL WILLIAMS			) Postfach 59				) CH-3110 Muensingen			) Switzerland				) 			

AFFIDAVIT OF VIOLATIONS OF RIGHTS

I, Michael Williams, declare that I am a native-born United States  citizen, living in exile in  Switzerland. My residence address is Fakenweg 15, CH-3110  Muensingen, Switzerland.  My mailing address is Postfach 59, CH-3110 Muensingen,  Switzerland.  	 On 18. March 1988 I was serving as president of Pioneer America  Corporation. Shortly  before, I had successfully directed the Draft Hart Committee, whose  objective was  Senator Gary Hart's re-entry into the U.S. Presidential campaign.  Senator Hart had been  forced out of the Presidential campaign by the Republican Party  Dirty Tricks department,  as is now known to have been the case with several earlier, highly- qualified Democratic  presidential candidates.

On the evening of 18. March 1988, I was at home sitting at my  dining room table with  my wife, who was six months pregnant, and my two-year-old  daughter. My daughter  was sitting in her high chair, which I had pulled up very close to  the table to make her feel  a little more like part of the family. It was a cold winter night and  my fireplace was  roaring. I had just driven several hours through a blizzard in order  to get home in time for  dinner. My family and I were very glad to be together in our  comfortable home. 

Suddenly, our front door burst open. Several strangers, wearing  business suits, who  resembled stereotypical Chicago gangsters came rushing in towards  us, aiming guns at  us. My tiny daughter, whom I had gone to great lengths to shelter  from any violent  television programmes, and who had never even seen a picture of a  gun before, became  hysterical: screaming, crying, her little face turning bright red, tears  streaming down her  terrified face, which was smeared with her mashed peas. 

Some of these men grabbed my pregnant wife and baby daughter  out of their chairs and  dragged them across the room. Some of them grabbed me and  handcuffed my hands  behind my back as tight as possible, until I could feel my blood  circulation being cut off.   Then, they proceeded to rough me up in front of my horrified wife  and daughter. 

Several of these thugs began to search my home, aimlessly  throwing my precious  belongings all over as they aggressively hunted for what I could  only logically assume to  be our valuables. I watched as they took the last existing photos of  my cherished mother,  who has been deceased since I was a child. My wife sobbed as they  took her treasured  teenage love letters sent to her from other boyfriends and begin to  read them aloud in  front of her.

Finally, these violent mobsters identified themselves as being  agents of the Federal  Bureau of Investigation. The F.B.I.  I asked them what was going on.  They say I was  under arrest. I asked for what. They refused to answer. I asked  them if they had a  warrant for my arrest. They say they didn't, and added that they  didn't need one,  arrogantly pointing out that they could get one any time they liked.  They asked me to  waive my rights, beginning with my right to silence. When I  intelligently refused to give  up my precious rights, they became combative and bullied me more  in front of my family.  So much for sheltering my innocent little daughter from violent  television programmes.

I was told that they were going to take away everything I had in  the world: my house, my  bank accounts, my business, my cars, my private correspondence,  my family photos,  everything. Then, they take me away, out into the dark night, into  the blizzard I was so  glad to come in from just a few moments earlier. Away from the  most precious thing in  the world to me: my family.

I was taken to the Denver County Jail, where I was appointed a so- called "public  defender", who lied to me, misled me, allowed the F.B.I., U.S.  Attorney's Office and  Federal Magistrate to violate my rights, and assisted them in  making it look as if my  rights were not being violated as I was kidnapped and taken away.

I was eventually taken to a military air force base, where, with  hands cuffed, legs  shackled, and waist chained, I was forced at gun point to board an  aircraft which was in  such a state of disrepair that I wondered if it would really get off  the ground. 

After the airplane crash-landed at a military base near El Reno,  Oklahoma, I was taken to  El Reno federal penitentiary, where my business suit was  exchanged for a ragged prison  jumpsuit. The guards happily divided up my fine clothes and  jewelry amongst  themselves. I was put into a tiny, filthy cell with a Spanish- speaking murderer from Cuba  who had been imprisoned for many years in the U.S.A. I spent  every minute of the day  defending my life and manhood from this maniac. I knew I couldn't  take a chance on  sleeping. 

 - 2 - For the next several weeks, I was transported on other equally  unsafe planes to several  other terrible, overcrowded prisons all around the country. This is  what the U.S.  government calls "lost in the system".

Finally, I landed at a military air force base near Chicago, and was  driven to a high-rise  prison in the middle of the city and taken to the twentieth floor.  Most of the prisoners  were Mafia hit men, Colombian cocaine kingpins, and big-time drug  dealers. Murder,  violence, perversion and disease was everywhere. 

Even though I have serious back problems, for which I have been  under doctor's care for  many years, I was assigned a top bunk called a "rack," which was  really nothing more  than a metal slab with a filthy two-inch plastic mat on it. 

I finally got the use of a telephone, and discovered that my  pregnant wife and child were  thrown out of our home during the blizzard, causing them to  contract pneumonia. The  F.B.I. took everything of value my wife and I had. They had  nowhere to go and no  money, and the F.B.I. had intimidated all of our friends and  threatened them to not help  us. So, my wife and daughter traveled all the way to Georgia to stay  with my mother-in- law. The F.B.I. visited everyone I knew, terrorising them and  warning them not to assist  me in any way, even suggesting that they change their telephone  numbers to avoid my  calls and refuse to answer any letters they received from me. I  tried to find an attorney to  represent me, but, without any money, none would accept my case.  They were all too  afraid to seek the return of my assets, even though they admitted  they were unlawfully  seized. 

The F.B.I. visited me and terrified me, telling me that my pregnant  wife would soon be  arrested and our unborn child would be born in a prison and taken  away from us. We  would never see her. Our white daughter would soon be given to a  black foster home.  Her whereabouts would not be made known to us. I would spend  the rest of my life in  this terrible prison unless I was willing to "cooperate" by telling  everything they wanted  to know about my friends. Some of the things they wanted to hear  they already had  written down. They just wanted me to say that I said them, even  though I really didn't. I  refused, and confidently waited to be freed. But I wasn't.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. I was  starving. My thick brown  hair quickly turned entirely grey, and most of it fell out. Wrinkles  and lines emerged on 

 - 3 - my youthful face. I developed pneumonia and was refused medical  care. I missed my  wife and daughter. I worried about them constantly. 

Having no money, I was forced to accept the services of a court- appointed attorney,  William J. Stevens, whose own peers referred to as a "facilitator to  the system", a "court  puppet" and an F.B.I. agent. He immediately began trying to terrify  me into pleading  guilty to crimes I couldn't possibly have committed. He told me  nothing but lies and used  every trick in the book to try to break me down. Every day I saw  more and more of my  fellow inmates receiving lengthy prison sentences for refusing to  "cooperate," for  refusing to plead guilty to crimes they often weren't guilty of. I  began to realise that my  attorney was working against me, with the same people who had  brought me to that  terrible place. I realised that this man was my enemy; that his only  job was to get me to  plead guilty. I could never get justice with him. That caused me to  sink into the greatest  depression.

I was forced to remain in custody during the lengthy proceedings -  nearly one full year -  without a standard bail hearing even though my attorney, Michael  Monico, had entered  into an agreement with Assistant U.S. Attorney Laurie Barsella, to  surrender me if I were  indicted. This violated my right to reasonable bail and subjected me  to a lengthy  maximum security prison term prior to any conviction, in violation  of the 8th Amendment  to the U.S. Constitution. 

I grew weaker by the day. The food I was given was unfit for a pig:  moldy, green  "hashed brown potatoes" which resembled spinach; "hamburgers"  with maggots crawling  in them; coffee with cigarette butts in it. My family's mail was  withheld from me. I was  told that no one was writing to you because they didn't care about  me, that I'd been  completely forgotten, that my wife was sleeping with other men,  that soon my wife and  daughter would be taken away, as I had been told when I was first  taken away. I had to  fight for my life and manhood constantly, at all hours of the day  and night. I dared not  sleep deeply. I could only sleep lightly for a few minutes at a time.  I could not believe that  I was in the United States of America. I felt like a foreigner in a  Third World prison.

Then, my second daughter was born. But I wasn't allowed to see  her. The F.B.I.  wouldn't let me visit her. My attorney refused to even ask the  judge to release me on bail.  Time passed. Nothing developed, except more depression and  worsening health. As 

 - 4 - anyone would, I began to feel forgotten, alienated, despondent.  There seemed to be no  solution. 

Then, one day, my attorney came to me to explain that my infant  daughter, whom I had  never even seen, was dying of spinal meningitis and only had a few  days to live. The  F.B.I. and U.S. Attorney had agreed to let me visit her on her dying  bed. I would be  taken to court in a few minutes to get the judge's formal approval. I  was torn to pieces. I  could feel my heart bleeding with sorrow and grief.

I was rushed to court. The judge asked my attorney why I was  there. He answered: "To  enter a plea, your honour." In other words, to plead guilty. I asked  my attorney what was  going on. He said that the F.B.I. and U.S. Attorney told him at the  last minute that they  had changed their minds; that the only way they would permit me  to visit my dying  daughter was if I pleaded guilty. He told me that he had just spoke  to my good California  attorney friend, Robert F. Bourne, on the telephone and that he  wanted to relay the  message to me that I should do as I'm told and plead guilty; that if I  refused, I'd spend  the rest of my life in prison and feel guilty about not seeing my  daughter before she died. 

I looked around. The F.B.I. agent, U.S. Attorney and my attorney  were smiling at each  other like the closest of friends who were about to receive  something they've worked  very hard together for.  It was obvious that I would never get any  justice in that court. I  simply could not stand any more pressure. I was so worn down. I  had no strength left.  No energy. No hope. I was in the worst health. The prison doctors  had told me I was  dying. I could have cried right there in the court room, but I had no  tears left. I had cried  until there were no more. I trembled. My hands were shaking so  much I had to hold them  behind me.

Under these circumstances, anyone would see no other choice but to  plead guilty. Exactly  as I did. But I wasn't guilty. And my newborn daughter wasn't  dying. And I didn't get to  visit her. 

In return for my "cooperation," after being sentenced to two years'  incarceration and five  years' consecutive probation, I was transferred to the worst prison  on earth: Marion, in  direct violation of B.O.P. policy requiring that inmates be placed in  facilities nearest their  homes. None of my assets, nor my innocent spouse's have ever been  returned. I have  still never even been provided with a receipt indicating they had  been seized. Even though  I was eligible for parole at the time of sentencing, I was never  allowed to apply for it. 

- 5 - Even U.S. Senator Timothy Wirth's writing to B.O.P. director, J.  Michael Quinlan, did  not help. Unlike most others, I was forbidden to go on furlows. In  summer, when others  were engaging in outdoor leisure activities, I was forced to wash  dishes for long hours in  a steaming hot kitchen area. I was even denied my right to spend  the final portion of my  sentence in a halfway house. I was told this treatment was due to  my political beliefs.

In Marion, I was subjected to a wide range of physical and  psychological torture. The so- called "behaviour modification" torture techniques employed were  primarily developed by  Dr. Edgar Schein, who offered them to social scientists and prison  wardens in  Washington, DC in 1962. Nearly identical techniques were  documented by Nobel Prize- winning author, Alexander Solzhenitsyn in The Gulag Archipelago,  his novel detailing  conditions in the prisons created by Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin.

After my release in late 1989, as if I hadn't been punished enough,  I was placed on five  years' probation. Probation was used as an instrument to harass,  intimidate, control and  further punish me, with the intention of eventually returning me to  prison for an even  longer sentence on a technical violation. 

I immediately traveled to Rome, Georgia, to reunite with my family.  I was particularly  looking forward to spending the Thanksgiving Day holiday with  them. Immediately upon  arriving, and reporting to U.S. Probation Officer Kenneth Harris, he  ordered me to take  the "next bus out" to San Diego, California - a continent away from  my family, whom I'd  waited nearly two years to reunite with. He told me the F.B.I.  wanted to break my family  up and "keep it broken up". When I asked him why he was sending  me so far away, to  San Diego, he pointed to a map of the United States on his wall and  responded: "'Cause  that's as far as my finger goes on this here map".

The F.B.I. succeeded in breaking up my family. With their  encouragement, advice and  assistance, my wife obtained an unlawful divorce and full custody  of both of our minor  daughters in 1989. I was unlawfully forbidden to travel to Georgia  to have the unlawful  divorce decree set aside, or to seek proper custody rights to my  children. The F.B.I.  utilised their connections in the State Bar of Georgia to put the word  out to all attorneys in  the Atlanta area to refuse to represent me in any legal proceedings  pertaining to my  divorce or child custody rights. To this day, nearly six years later, I  have been unable to  obtain legal representation in Georgia. 

Shortly after arriving in San Diego, I reported to U.S. Probation  Officer Michael Pisor in 

- 6 - San Diego. He unlawfully forbade me to travel anywhere outside of  San Diego County,  even to visit my family. I was offered gainful employment by  Technology Locators. They  were, however, unable to hire me after being threatened with  losing their U.S.  government high security clearance if they did so, even though my  position would have  been in the marketing area, and I would have no access,  whatsoever to any activities  where any security was required. It was nearly impossible for me  to receive permission to  leave the County of San Diego, even though I had business in  nearby Los Angeles,  children in Georgia and family throughout the country, including  my sick, elderly aunt,  who raised me and resides in the State of Indiana. The government  designed a life for me  in San Diego which was tantamount to a minimum security prison,  only in many ways,  much worse.

The harassment, intimidation, threats, attacks on my property and  attempts on my life  became so terrifying that I was finally forced to move to  Switzerland in June 1991 in  order to prevent losing my freedom again, or even my life.

Immediately upon arriving in Switzerland, I received a telephone  call from my court- appointed attorney advising me that he was relaying a message  from the F.B.I. and U.S.  Attorney's Office that if I were to ever return to my home in the  United States, I would be  placing my "life and freedom in the greatest possible jeopardy".  This has prevented me  from returning to my home for four long years, even during the  most serious family  emergencies.

On 23. January 1993, my aunt, Dorothy P. Hilgadiack, of  Indianapolis, Indiana, who  raised me after my mother died, suffered a massive, near-fatal  stroke, which left her  entire right side permanently paralyzed, and her speech abilities  seriously impaired. Her  stroke was most likely caused by the stress she was under,  worrying about me, the man  she considers her son, and not being able to see me or my children,  whom she considers  her grandchildren. When I called my court-appointed attorney to  tell him I intended to  visit her in the hospital, he warned me, as he had the day I arrived  in Switzerland, that the  F.B.I. and U.S. Attorney's Office had relayed a message to me  through him that for me  to return to my home in the United States, even for a visit, would  place my "life and  freedom in the greatest possible jeopardy." Since then, I've written  thousands of letters to  politicians, organisations, and anyone else capable of helping me,  pleading with them to  assist me in gaining a guarantee of safe passage for humanitarian  reasons to the United  States. They've all fallen on deaf ears. 

 - 7 - After my aunt suffered her stroke, my ex-wife called her up to try  to extort six-thousand  dollars from me, threatening to disappear and go "underground"  with our two small  daughters if I didn't pay the ransom. Even if I had wanted to pay it,  I didn't have the  money. She made good on her threat and disappeared with our  children. After I  eventually located her many months later, she changed her  telephone number to a non- published number and began refusing my gifts and correspondence  to my children. I  haven't seen or spoken to my children, whom I love, miss and  worry about very much,  in years. As with my other problems, no one in the United States is  willing to help me.

On 2. March 1994, six full years after the unlawful seizure of all of  my earthly  possessions, I received a letter here in Switzerland sent to me via  sea from the U.S.  Attorney's Office, indicating that in just eight days, on 10. March  1994, at 9:30 a.m., a  motion would be heard in the same Chicago courtroom where I had  already suffered so  much injustice, in which the U.S. Attorney, (pressured by the F.B.I.  after U.S. Senator  Dianne Feinstein made some enquiries into my case), would attempt  to "legalise" the  unlawful seizure of my property, by asking Judge Harry  Leinenweber to essentially  award it to the F.B.I. and U.S. Attorney's Office. The letter was not  sent registered or  certified, as such important documents are supposed to be sent, but  by surface mail, in an  attempt to prevent me from receiving it in time to act, in an  improper obvious attempt to  secure a default judgment. By chance, I received it at the last  minute, but I had no  attorney to represent me, even though the U.S. Constitution and the  Criminal Justice Act  demand that I be provided with one, since I have remained  indigent after the unlawful  seizure of my assets. With no attorney to represent me, yet another  injustice was  perpetrated on me.

After receiving the motion, I rushed to find an attorney to  represent me, since William J.  Stevens had refused to represent me for over two years. I was  referred to Robert Clarke  by his former colleague, John Lanahan. Mr. Clarke agreed to ask to  be appointed as my  attorney if I would send him an initial retainer. After receiving the  retainer, he filed a  response based on Rule 41(e) and then abandoned me. I received  nothing at all from him  until after the motion was denied, apparently without any legal  argument. He did not  answer my letters or telegrams. Registered letters to him were  returned unclaimed. Mr.  Lanahan and others said they suspect he intentionally lost the case. 

At the hearing for the above-mentioned motion, my attorney stood  mute and offered no  defence or evidence, whatsoever. Not a word was said in my  defence. My attorney told 

 - 8 - me that at the hearing pertaining to this motion in Hon. Harry  Leinenweber's court, Judge  Leinenweber laughed at my 41 e motion and said something to the  effect: "This guy's  been on the loose since 1988, and I'm gonna put an end to it right  now". The  government's motion to "legalise" the F.B.I.'s unlawful seizure was  instantly and  improperly approved. When I learnt that my attorney lied to me  about filing a Notice of  Appeal, I filed one myself. On 12. May 1995, my appellate brief was  due. Nevertheless,  the United States Court of Appeals has refused to appoint an  attorney to my case, and has  advised me that if I do not personally file an appellate brief, my  appeal will be "dismissed  for lack of prosecution". I have written the court many letters,  pointing out that I am not  an attorney, and, as such, am wholly unqualified to file an appellate  brief. The court, in  an obvious effort to protect the F.B.I., who stole my personal  property and probably sold  it many years ago, is still refusing to consider my requests for  appointment of counsel  and an extension of time. The court is completely ignored the U.S.  Constitution, my Civil  Rights and my human rights, as they bulldoze over me as if I have  no rights at all.

The court has refused my Constitutional right to Appointment of  Counsel, thus denying  me my right to appeal, since I am unqualified to represent myself  in such a matter. The  court has been notified by my family physician that the pressure  this is placing on me is  endangering my life. 

A perfect example of "Yankee Justice" is O.J. Simpson. Accused of a  brutal double  homicide, with overwhelming evidence against him, including a  lengthy history of  spousal abuse and wife-beating, this football legend is given the  red-carpet treatment.  Soon after his arrest, the same attorneys who refuse to assist me in  any way, rushed to  his aide. Represented by an army of the world's greatest legal  minds, his court hearings  appear on live international television. Everyone toils to make sure  that none of his  precious rights are violated. Every change in his facial expression  results in a media rush  to get out the latest "news".

There were no prominent lawyers rushing to represent me as my  pregnant wife and baby  daughter climbed down the steep mountain we lived on during a  blizzard. There were no  television cameras in the courtroom when I was coerced into  pleading guilty in a secret  hearing by an attorney who was nothing more than a court puppet.  And there is no one to  help me now. I am not rich or famous. I cannot buy justice like  Michael Jackson or O.J.  Simpson. And everyone knows you must buy justice in today's  America. It is an  international disgrace. 

 - 9 - In summary, the U.S. government has violated the following,  amongst others, of my  Constitutional and civil rights:

1.)	I was arrested in my home by the F.B.I., who seized all of my  significant assets  	and personal property, rendering me destitute. They also  seized items unrelated in  	any way to any pending charges or investigations, including  sensitive  	correspondence from U.S. Senators Gary Hart, William S. Cohen  and other  	prominent politicians, confidential attorney-client  correspondence and many other  	items. These unreasonable seizures were in violation of the  4th Amendment to  	the U.S. Constitution, and,

2.)	as they had the effect of excessive fines, were in violation of  the 8th  	Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. 

3.)	The fact that they occurred without benefit of Due Process of  Law was also a  	violation of the 5th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.  

4.)	The fact that the foremost motivation of these seizures was to  prevent me from  	retaining competent counsel of my choice and combating the  charges laid against  	me was a violation of the 6th Amendment to the U.S.  Constitution. 

5.)	That the arrest was likely motivated by my political beliefs  was also a violation of  	the 1st Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. 

6.)	On 13. December 1993, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that  people are entitled to  	hearings before the government can seize their homes or  other property. In June  	1993, the court ruled such seizures are subject to the  Constitution's 8th  	Amendment protection against excessive fines. Justice  Kennedy wrote that the  	Constitution's due-process clause requires property owners  get notification and a  	chance for a hearing before seizures.

In summary, the U.S. government has violated the following,  amongst others, of my  Human Rights:

1.)	Physically abusing me in the presence of my family. 
2.)	Terrorising my family during a late-night raid in the privacy  of our home.

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 3.)	Transporting me a great distance from my family to a city I  had never been to in  	order to cause my innocent family and I such cruel and  unusual punishment that I would eventually, as nearly everyone does, agree to plead  guilty. 
4.)	Using physical and psychological torture in order to force me  to plead guilty. 
5.)	Seizing all of my family's assets and personal property and  causing my baby 	daughter and pregnant wife to lose their home and have to  travel across the 	country in order to survive at a relative's residence. 
6.)	Causing my pregnant wife to contract maternal pneumonia  due to their being 	forced to leave their home during severe blizzard conditions. 
7.)	Terrorising my family, friends and I. 
8.)	Using terrorist techniques to break up my family. 
9.)	Preventing me from seeking proper custody rights to my  children. 
10.)	Exiling me first a continent away from my children to  California. 
11.)	Exiling me across the ocean from my children to Switzerland. 
12.)	Threatening me to not return to my native country, even  during the most severe of life-and-death family emergencies. 
13.)	Refusing to guarantee me safe passage to the United States  visit my dying aunt,  	who raised me  after my mother died when I was a child, and  whom I consider my mother. 
14.)	Refusing to guarantee me safe passage to the United States to  visit my two small  	daughters.	 
15.)	Placing me under such pressure here in my home-in-exile as  to place my life in 	the greatest danger.

 						Respectfully submitted,



											 						MICHAEL WILLIAMS 						Postfach 59 					CH-3110 Muensingen 						Switzerland