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Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2009 by tamouzmedia3

Mark 911 2

Texas Death Row

August 19th, 2009  3:15am

Welcome to my nightmare, tales from a dead man

The day is new and I have no comfort zone yet. Need some AND a few happy memories. Must dig deep for those. The peace of the morning has been shattered today by a few loud mouths who act as if they’re the only ones on the section they live on. The echo of their talks vibrates off the walls as if one was deep within a tunnel or cave. The concrete jungle of death row. How did I end up so far away from home I’ll never know. Fate? Destiny? Karma? or could this really be a bad dream and I’m about to awaken late for work? Wouldn’t that be nice!

We have another execution set for tomorrow and I’m not sure what to say about this. The person is someone who I had been somewhat friendly to a few times since I’ve been here on the row and I’ve waved to his father and step mother dozens upon dozens of times from the visitation room. They always wore these huge smiles on their faces, never have I witnessed them walking with a sad look on their face. I’m sure all of that will change tomorrow, the day Texas puts this person to death.

The mixed feelings I have on this issue are of anger, betrayal, disgust and sadness for all effected by this case. I’ll be honest, I actually had long conversations with David Wood over the years and I never dreamed he had one of these types of cases. The media has tossed him in with the notorious killer called the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez. David Woods is now what I’ve learned called “The Desert Killer”. 9 victims, all raped and buried in the desert of El Paso. Ages from 14 years to 23 years of age. The ages of all my daughters. As I said, I’m angered by what I’ve read and feel for all the many family members who are affected by this.

Now moving on to another subject before I start to rant and rave on the person to be put to death in Huntsville tomorrow, and that subject is one of kindness. Yes if you have a friend or loved one on the death row building of Polunsky Unit then the other day they had a rare thing happen to them that surely added a big smile to their face. I know it did add one to mine!

The guards a few days ago came through our Pod pushing one of those 55 gallon trash cans on wheels and inside there was huge slabs of ice cold watermelon. They handed these out and by the time they left our section you could of heard a pin drop to the floor. The slab of cold watermelon I had in my hands was a half a watermelon and it took several minutes to eat this. I sat down on the concrete floor, not caring if I made a mess. That was not on my mind. The most important thing at that moment was what I held in my hands.

People, don’t take life for granted, enjoy the simple things in life.

True American Till The End

American Boy

Death Blog

Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2009 by tamouzmedia3

Mark 911 2

Texas Death Row

August 10th, 2009  5:19am

Welcome to my nightmare, Tales from a dead man

The day seems to be off to another great start. I’m alive and am savoring my morning coffee. I’ve scratched off one more day on the calendar that hangs next to the execution list. That combination of calendar and death list gives the day meaning and purpose. Good morning to you all! May the most you wish for be the least you get.

The journey continues. The day always starts out with the freaks and nuts yelling and screaming and as I see the zombies walk by my cell I instantly feel good about myself. If the average person was able to sit in one of these cells for one day, just to watch the way things are, that person would forever be changed. I’ve been here for over seven years and with each new day a part of me dies. But I refuse to let this place and my surroundings turn me into one of these “Institutional Drones”.

Saturday morning I had to alter my neighbors day by informing him of his recent denial in the 5th Circuit of Appeals. The night before I had received the latest updates in the mail, which I might add are sent in by my “Cajun Angel” ~ Thank you Angel. And in these updates contain all the denials and case laws of all the capital cases, now how this went down, me being the bearer of bad news is not something I enjoy doing (unless the intended is a pedophile/child molester, then I’m fast to announce it, with a Texas size smile too), but my neighbor who has earned all of my respect I might add came to his door and says “Good Morning Stroman”. I instantly get a lump in my throat because in my hand is the denial of his case that he knows nothing about. I then do the news breaking to him, what a way to start out his ay. What’s sad is his attorney who has been paid well over $40,000 should be doing this, not me. But that’s how things happen in Texas.

Well now that part is brought to the light, I want to say a few words about my case, which I seldom speak of on this blog. Our Justice system is really messed up in Texas and after diligently attempting to show the federal courts that “Thomas Mills” Attorney at Law, Dallas Texas was not going to do anything but recycle claims that have been denied time and time again in my federal writ of habeas corpus which essentially negates his duties as counsel and dooms this appeal of his to failure, the federal Magistrate finally fired this clown from my case in 2007, but not before the taxpaying citizens paid him over $28,000 to do absolutely nothing except getting me procedurally barred in several issues.

I had a competent attorney assigned to my case in March, 2007 because the United States Supreme Court commented that “Congress” Provision of Right to Counsel that quality legal representation is necessary in capital habeas corpus proceedings. In the light of the seriousness of the possible penalty, which is death, “Thomas Mills”, before he was released as counsel, filed a skeletal writ, dooming me to death.

September 2009 my new attorney has been notified “She” has oral arguments set to defend the issues that are at hand. What this is, the judge (Federal) has recently been appointed to my case and must hear both sides before he makes his decision on my federal habeas appeal. What his sole purpose is “to be a judge of the law” not a judge of facts during these oral arguments. I’m in serious trouble thanks to being procedurally barred. Should he deny the writ, I go into the final phase of my appeal.

The light at the end of the tunnel is near.

True American till death

Mark Stroman

American Boy

Death Blog

Posted in Uncategorized on August 15, 2009 by tamouzmedia3

Mark 911 2

Texas Death Row August 10th, 2009 5:19am

Welcome to my nightmare, Tales from a dead man

The day seems to be off to another great start. I’m alive and am savoring my morning coffee. I’ve scratched off one more day on the calendar that hangs next to the execution list. That combination of calendar and death list gives the day meaning and purpose. Good morning to you all! May the most you wish for be the least you get. The journey continues. The day always starts out with the freaks and nuts yelling and screaming and as I see the zombies walk by my cell I instantly feel good about myself. If the average person was able to sit in one of these cells for one day, just to watch the way things are, that person would forever be changed. I’ve been here for over seven years and with each new day a part of me dies. But I refuse to let this place and my surroundings turn me into one of these “Institutional Drones”.

Saturday morning I had to alter my neighbors day by informing him of his recent denial in the 5th Circuit of Appeals. The night before I had received the latest updates in the mail, which I might add are sent in by my “Cajun Angel” ~ Thank you Angel. And in these updates contain all the denials and case laws of all the capital cases, now how this went down, me being the bearer of bad news is not something I enjoy doing (unless the intended is a pedophile/child molester, then I’m fast to announce it, with a Texas size smile too), but my neighbor who has earned all of my respect I might add came to his door and says “Good Morning Stroman”. I instantly get a lump in my throat because in my hand is the denial of his case that he knows nothing about. I then do the news breaking to him, what a way to start out his day. What’s sad is his attorney who has been paid well over $40,000 should be doing this, not me. But that’s how things happen in Texas.

Well now that part is brought to the light, I want to say a few words about my case, which I seldom speak of on this blog. Our Justice system is really messed up in Texas and after diligently attempting to show the federal courts that “Thomas Mills” Attorney at Law, Dallas Texas was not going to do anything but recycle claims that have been denied time and time again in my federal writ of habeas corpus which essentially negates his duties as counsel and dooms this appeal of his to failure, the federal Magistrate finally fired this clown from my case in 2007, but not before the taxpaying citizens paid him over $28,000 to do absolutely nothing except getting me procedurally barred in several issues. I had a competent attorney assigned to my case in March, 2007 because the United States Supreme Court commented that “Congress” Provision of Right to Counsel that quality legal representation is necessary in capital habeas corpus proceedings. In the light of the seriousness of the possible penalty, which is death, “Thomas Mills”, before he was released as counsel, filed a skeletal writ, dooming me to death. September 2009 my new attorney has been notified “She” has oral arguments set to defend the issues that are at hand. What this is, the judge (Federal) has recently been appointed to my case and must hear both sides before he makes his decision on my federal habeas appeal. What his sole purpose is “to be a judge of the law” not a judge of facts during these oral arguments. I’m in serious trouble thanks to being procedurally barred. Should he deny the writ, I go into the final phase of my appeal. The light at the end of the tunnel is near.

True American till death Mark Stroman

American Boy

Death Blog

Posted in Uncategorized on August 9, 2009 by tamouzmedia3

Mark 911 2

Texas Death Camp

August 3rd, 20098  3:52am

Welcome to my nightmare, tales from a dead man

I awoke to the sound of screaming. Not sure who it was or if I just dreamed it. A new day on the row. Could I be on that downhill tumble again? Unraveling, unsure, under tons of stress but I’ll try to focus, have some coffee and try to get pointed in the right direction. I just scratched another day off my calendar. Yes that opens one’s eyes to reality. What a great day it is.

Well we are off lockdown and I must apologize for not being more energetic and reporting the latest news of the place. I’ll do my best to bring you all up to date on all the events that have taken place and we will kick it off with lockdown. It only lasted 11 full days and it went well for me this round because I was prepared and was on guard with all my legal stuff. But some guys around this place and other pods had all of their legal work destroyed by different groups of new boot trainees. Even the seasoned veterans of this place can’t grasp the serious nature of legal work and a capital case appeal, etc.

On a positive note, and honestly a bit of good news, the 20th of July 2009 after lockdown was lifted (which happened on the 17th) the commissary supervisor came around with a list of names who have been approved for radio’s for months and months and months. And if your name was on the list he stopped at your cage and requested you turn over your prison ID card for “special” spend purchase. Well this is a rare thing but due to all the complaints for the outside I assume this was ordered by the higher ups. I now have a radio folks!

It’s been since November of 2008 since I last heard music, listened to the news, been part of the planet earth and to be very honest I’m shocked at some of the things I’m hearing. World Wide News or even local has been vacant in my world. I’ll try to explain as I start the reports up more.

As for the radio, most of you would assume these items are as the ones you know and have at home. Let me explain so you can get a better image in your mind. These are actually ,made in China and Texas has some contract with the company because these are like no other radio I’ve ever seen until coming to the row. They are the size of an average clock radio many people have by their bedside but ours are clear and all circuit boards and components can be seen. They don’t have a built in speaker, they come with headphones to control the noise of a prison society as they call it. And I agree that it’s a good idea!

Now let me try to explain the change of one’s mind set when a very simple items such as a radio is present in ones cage. It enables you to block out the chaos that is ever so present in this place. It’s so easy to get caught up in the negatives of this existence if you sit and ponder on what’s going on around you and I know there’s a few of you out there thinking that this place is a place for us to suffer and have time to think of what we have done. Well I have a front row seat folks and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of what I’m here for and of the pain my actions have caused others. No radio, TV or anything could ever erase that from my mind. Just like September 11th, 2001 is etched in my memory, so are my actions!

We now have 10 people set to die in Texas, thus far we have had 16 State Sanctioned murders. The last two who had dates received stays, but those are just temporary ones I can assure you. As for my own legal plight, the sleeping giant has been awoken and my case has some up on the Federal Docket Sheet. This is very serious stuff. We have oral argument scheduled for September, 2009. The end is in the future. I’ll explain more in depth as I continue my blogs.

True American

Mark Anthony Stroman, 2009

Living to Die, Dying to Live

American Boy

Death Blog

Posted in Uncategorized on August 8, 2009 by tamouzmedia3

Mark 911 2

Texas Death Row

July 17th 2009  7:45am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man.

Howdy there! It’s time for the next exciting  episode of the Gloom & Doom show! Yes we are still on lockdown but the end is almost upon us. I’ll explain more on that in a few moments. First and foremost let me bring you up to speed on the execution that was put off until the month of September.

Kenneth Mosley’s execution was to take place on July 17th 2009 but it was put off until mid September due to the fact that Governor Rick Perry as well as the Lieutenant Governor would not be in the State on that day. Well how nice. Well I know I’d be upset if that were me on the condemned side of the fence. You get your mind set, you go thru all the steps that take you up to the final the final moments; the countdown, the stress, the fears of the unknown as well as the tearful goodbyes that are to be expected and then put off for this. That’s cruel and unusual punishment.

Now let me move onto the next part of this blog. The lockdown. The shakedown squad ran thru our pod like an attaching army. I was shocked at how it was done. The actual ones doing it were mostly lost and confused and didn’t really know what was policy. The main force of this was done like this:

Pack up all your belongings, whatever was left in your cell after the guards took your belongings to a day room   where tables were set up, was thrown out, being state issued or not. They have already placed you in one of the                 showers somewhere o n the pod so you’re not able to defend your belongings. Then the kids and elderly guards      would go thru your stuff and toss it into a big pile onto the floor on your sheet that you sleep on. How   considerate is that. Then all of your mixed up stuff was dragged on the dirty floor back to your cage. You are    then fetched from the shower and placed back into your cage to sort out your life and belongings and to    determine what’s missing. That’s how it went down on this pod.

Now I had a different type of experience with my shakedown, as the readers of this blog know from the past that I have had a true nightmare dealing with my thousands upon thousands upon thousands of pages of my legal work and have filed step one, step two and posted both of these on executionchronicles.org for the world to see. Also Illan Ziv posted letters to the authorities voicing his concerns. Well it paid off too. I’ll explain.

I have all of my legal work in order now. Stacked up in order in folders, 10×12 envelopes and others. When stacked up neatly it reaches about the middle of my thigh. That’s a lot of legal work. Well I placed it all on my second shelf and it almost reached the ceiling, for all to see and not to confuse with my regular property. So I pull out my step II response that the regional director signed off on and asked to see the sergeant who was overseeing our shakedown. I shocked him with my legal work, explained my concerns and told him the last time I was put in this situation I was told that my “allegations” on the destruction of my legal work couldn’t be substantiated. And then I showed him my step II grievance reply. He then told his workers to go thru my legal work and it had “better” be placed just the way I have it, in order. Which they did folks. My legal work did not get ruined. They know that our legal work was being handled wrong and the regional boys must of chewed on them some. So all’s well and I thank anyone who had helped by doing letters and emails to Huntsville in the past.

So all I can actually say is the worst part of this lockdown was the feeding process. We are still on Johnny sacks, day 11 of this and the next few lines I’ll give you the menu and folks I’m not adding any propaganda to this. It’s as bad as I say, if you were able to see this you’d never buy peanut butter again.

The Lockdown Menu of 2009 – Polunsky Unit

July 9th, 2009

3:30am- small cake, peanut butter biscuit, no drink

10:24am- bologna sandwich, peanut butter ooz sandwich, no drink

4:50pm- cheese sandwich, ham patty, one tator, no drink

July 10th, 2009

3:30am- biscuit, fried egg, cereal, no drink

10:27am- BBQ sandwich, peanut butter ooz, no drink

5:10pm-1 meatloaf sandwich, 5 prunes, no drink

July 11th, 2009

2:50am- cereal, two pancakes, no drink

10:00am- peanut butter ooz sandwich, noodle sandwich, no drink

6:00pm- soy patty sandwich, peanut butter ooz sandwich, no drink

July 12th, 2009

3:00am- 3 pancakes, peanut butter ooz sandwich, no drink

10:30am- tator, peanut butter ooz sandwich, no drink

2:40pm- cheese sandwich, one tator, no drink

Well that’s about all I can stomach to write, you see the pattern of feeding the caged animals in Texas!

Till Next time

True American-

Mark Anthony Stroman

American Boy