Category Archives: 55 Days In Maricopa County Jail

Public Defender David A. Brown’s 2630 Cases in 18 Months

by Brian A. Wilkins
6/16/2009

No wonder at the court appearance that I was forced to endure Maricopa County public defender David Allen Brown “representing” me, he barely acknowledged my existence and simply offered a plea agreement without any knowledge of the case.

In an affidavit I filed in Maricopa County Superior Court in support of that “Rule 32” mess I have to exhaust before a federal judge can rule on this case, I noted that Brown, according to a human resources agent at the Maricopa County public defender’s office, has been involved in 2,630 cases between January 1, 2008 … Read Entire Article

Federal Habeas Corpus Denied; Must Exhaust “Rule 32” Proceedings

by Brian A. Wilkins
6/9/2009

Though I argued in the federal habeas corpus (28 U.S.C. Sec. 2254) petition that exhaustion of Rule 32 proceedings will likely further violate my civil rights irreparably, the federal judge saw it differently today, dismissing the petition until Rule 32 (Post-Conviction Relief) is sought in Maricopa County Superior Court. I will have the opportunity to appeal with the Ninth Circuit once this “Rule 32” stuff is exhausted, or I can also appeal the district court judge’s decision not to accept the petition immediately with the Ninth Circuit. But I must give the three … Read Entire Article

Day 50: Zoo Animals, “Black Mafia,” and More Death Pondering

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Tuesday, September 9, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

Another day in the zoo. Since most of the guys I considered friends are now gone, there are only a few human-like creatures in here and they all make funny noises and smell bad. From pounding on tables, which apparently is a way to make beats for rap songs to snarling all night while they sleep. Truthfully, some of the noises I’ve heard some of these people make, I’ve never heard any other humans make … Read Entire Article

Day 49: “White” Dude Returns From Medical, Dreams, and More Death Pondering

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Monday, September 8, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

Well, no bones were thrown today. Monday is usually clean towel and boxer day, but that didn’t happen. Oh well, animals can apparently live like this. When I was in line for “morning chow,” I saw that “white” dude who got beat down the other day. He had a cast on his right arm, a bandage above one of his eyes, and his face was totally fucked up. And the funny part of it was … Read Entire Article

Day 48: NFL Opening Day and Executive Order 9066

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Sunday, September 7, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

Today would normally, in a normal year, be one of the most fun and most anticipated days on the calendar: NFL opening day. It’s not only the first day of NFL Sunday Ticket on DirecTV, but also the first time you get to see in action the results of your fantasy football drafts. I would have probably invited “Anne” over (because she’s a Packers fan), ordered Buffalo Wings from Tessios, and got a 12 pack … Read Entire Article

Day 47: 16 Days Left and The Worst Beatdown I’ve Ever Seen

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Saturday, September 6, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

The noise from the doors (as always) woke me up and I realized today would be the first full day of college football. Or was that last Saturday? I know there were a few games on last Saturday, but who knows. Oh well, I’ll only be around for 16 more days. I have to hide the sharpened comb in the rims of the toilet, otherwise if those steroid SRT people come and tear up the … Read Entire Article

Day 46: Emory Boards, Another Poker Table Fight, and The Countdown To Freedom

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Friday, September 5, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail.” As of today (May 16), I still do not know whether or not a federal judge will hear my habeas corpus petition. Again, I don’t stay at Holiday Inn Expresses and I’m not a lawyer. I screwed up by amending the petition a first time (which is legally ok), but accidentally removed the Arizona Attorney General as an “additional respondent,” which is required as a respondent according to Local Rules of Civil Procedure. I amended the
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Day 45: Another Court Date Set, Another Pod Meeting, and Poker

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/14/2009

This day corresponds with Thursday, September 4, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

I called the Public Pretender’s office again today and found out I have court on September 16. Apparently this judge will now hear the motion that new lawyer, Michael Ziemba, filed to modify my release conditions. But who are they fooling? It’s court, it’s court in Arizona, and it’s court in the U.S. Justice System, and I’m “a black.” These court dates are basically an excuse for these people to shackle you up and squeeze … Read Entire Article

Day 44: Farewell Letter/Will to Mom and Sarah Palin for Veep

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/14/2009

This letter corresponds with Wednesday, September 3, 2008. Click here to view the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

Damn! I’m writing this morning, so that means I woke up again. Soon, I’ll have total control of that though. I think I’ve grown about as thick of a beard as I possibly can. Doesn’t really matter what I look like in here, so why not. And its been at least two months since I’ve had a haircut. I’m even having dreams now that the manifest content is basically telling me to kill  myself. … Read Entire Article

Day 43: Monster’s “to do list” and My Soon-To-Be Free Spirit

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/14/2009

This day corresponds with Tuesday, September 2, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days in Maricopa County Jail” series.

I’m solidly and unequivocally convinced that the only way I’m going to wake up and not be severely depressed and unhappy is if I don’t wake up at all. This infinite sadness is by far the worst, even for my life. Court dates and facts mean nothing. They are nothing more than puppet shows for Euro-America’s justice system. It just sucks that upon my exits from here, there will be pain involved. But that pain … Read Entire Article