Having now spent fourteen years illegally incarcerated by the Commonwealth of Corruption, I'm forced to break my code of omerta. I'm continually the target of everyone's hatred because of the nature of my case. It has caused the Department of Corrections to deny a recommendation for my parole, refuse to admit me into a treatment program and refuse to give me employment while encouraging its officers to damage my meager personal possessions, destroy my legal papers and allow various inmates to physically assault me.
I have continually been mentally tortured by sadistically inclined guards at several prisons in the Commonwealth. The process continues even as I write to you who are the last bastion of freedom left in this country. All of this is because I refuse to testify about an alleged crime about which I have no information, however, if the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution which took effect on 15 December 1791 is still in effect, I'm deliberately being denied my constitutional rights.
As to what actually happened to Etan Patz, if any freedom-loving American wants the true story, I kindly ask that you send $2 to my snail-mail address. I'll send you the complete history of what happened and not what the American pubic has been told by the media.
The Whole Truth So Help Me G-D
In Brief
To begin, the reader must keep an open mind about everything you are about to learn. Firstly, the fact that I'm illegally convicted should alert you that our present justice system lacks compassion. The media has already declared me guilty of an alleged crime that I really, truthfully have no knowledge about. In truth, I never took Etan Patz to my apartment on May 29, 1979 to have sex with him. The assertion is a lie from the former US Assistant Attorney for the Southern District of New York City who conducted an improper interview and reported the lie to the media.
What I told the US Attorney was that I took a child named Jimmy to my apartment. When he said no to my invitation for sex, I safely took the boy away and put him on a subway train.
When the US Attorney first questioned me, he refused to allow me to have an attorney present and failed to give me a Maranda warning. I told him about meeting a child in Washington Square Park who was playing with a ball. Further I told the prosecutor that a police car came by while we were talking and photographed the boy, but it wasn't the child they were even then looking for.
Thirdly, at the time that the child, Etan Patz, was said to have gone by himself to catch a bus, I, as the super of the building where I lived, was just starting to sweep and mop the whole building, twelve blocks way. Why nobody saw the boy board the bus is another mystery since it stopped at the corner of a small grocery store.
When I finished cleaning the building, I went to the landlord's office on Avenue B as I did every morning. My landlord was never questioned about my whereabouts.
Then, there's another mystery about my ex-girlfriend who cleaned the apartment for Etan's parents; where was she on that morning? The night before she'd told me that she was going to clean an apartment. I didn't know that it was the Patz's apartment until the afternoon when I showed her the copy of the Daily News with the story about the missing child. The main question is, where did this welfare mother suddenly get the big bucks to hire a high priced attorney to represent her.
There's another aspect of this case that the public doesn't know. There was another suspect, A Mr. G--, who was never brought to public attention by the media. You have a right to know about that man from the police records pursuant to the Freedom of Information Act.
In closing, I can only tell you that at no time have I ever harmed a child with any violence. I'm not making excuses for my sexual addiction to young boys. That's a disease from which I suffer and for which I am being denied treatment.
