.In this article, Fritz mentions that the development of a slave class has made great strides since his imprisonment in 2003.
by Fritz Springmeier
People have questions for me...
Is there life after prison?
So here are some of my reflections on those questions while I'm currently in a half-way house. Typically, the inmate upon release from prison relaxes, only to discover that the half-way house is no place to relax; in fact some of the rules are even stricter, and while the negative the negative head-trip is not as obvious; the same prison spirit of distrust and treatment as if one were an irresponsible two-year-old baby continues, with frequent property inspections, breath tests, urine tests given under watchful eye of staff, and pat-downs. These are on going.
In prison, one could have his or her own laundry soap in one's locker. In my half-way house, we're not trusted with laundry soap.
Federal half-way houses are seen by the Bureau of Prisons who contracts with various half-way houses to house released prisoners still in the B.o.P.'s jurisdiction.
It's not my desire to pass judgment on their policies; I haven't tried to run a half-way house. But I can simply relate what it feels like.
I decided the biggest head-trip was the illusion of freedom, which stumbles some of the half-way house residents. Some get returned to prison before they reach the streets. An example of the illusion of freedom....
One male half-way home resident fell in love and married a female resident. They were both violated, given new charge, and returned to prison. The analogy of this is the promise of freedom offered to Blacks during the American Civil War.
And then, these same ex-slaves saw their hopes dashed on the rocks of discrimination. The slave went from serving his master as a slave to share crops, toiling under the same discrimination, doing the same tasks. (Perhaps this analogy will be lost on most readers, because few people know how the Civil War was lost during the Reconstruction Era by a guerrilla war spearheaded by the KKK to return Blacks to the place they had been. A hard working educated and successful black businessman in the South in a small town was likely to be hung; and the second "Civil War" is largely unknown.)
Likewise the same discriminatory prison-like attitudes hover over us in the half-way house. Many inmates are told that the jobs they have found are not acceptable. Nothing we say is believed; everything has to be verified by outside sources. Everything we do is assumed to be of criminal intent, unless proven otherwise.
Upon release, the biggest difference for me was how many people have a cell phone in their ears and can be in touch with almost anyone around the globe. And now personal cheques are being phased out in favor of digital transfers.
Yes, we are progressing right into a technocratic dictatorship, with a three-tiered hierarchy: the PTB who rule; technocrats running things, and the obedient slave class. The "Great Transition" (or "Shift") had developed rapidly while I was locked up.
It is sucking us all into its communication web like a spinning vortex of wind. And some day we'll realize we're trapped by this web. Our entire lives will be caught in it, and we won't have seen it coming.
And that brings me to a deeper reality. When Christ said he came to set the captives free and give them life, what did he mean? It wasn't a halfway house program he was proposing.
One doesn't have to be in prison to be a captive. Think about it.