Court Proceedings Today

Last night I managed to fall asleep by midnight and woke up promptly at 2:00 AM in a cold sweat. That was the extent of my night´s sleep as usual these days. This morning just before 9:00 AM, I made the dreaded walk up the Chaing Mai police station steps again. (photo left) My future, as always of late, was uncertain. I was unsure if this was going to be an official court appearance, just another procedural formality, or a trip to the “monkey house”.

Turns out it was a procedural visit. My case has officially been handed over to the court system, and the police needed to release my bail so that I can be bailed out again under the court system and not the police. A rather ridiculous procedure, but it took most of the day.

First, it was the paperwork shuffle at the police station. A meeting with the “good lieutenant” was my first stop. Then it was to the bail office to authorize the release of my bail. Next it was upstairs and the accountant to get the actual bail check. This process went around in a circle for the next hour or so. Back and forth, up and down the stairs until everybody had all the forms filled, stamped, signed, and what not.

The next part was going to be a little more tricky. Everything (including myself) was to be transferred to the courthouse near the town of Mae Rim. I was ushered out the side door and shown to my ride. A beat up diesel pick up truck with a steel cage on the back. It was already crammed pretty full with Burmese refugees. Thankfully, the court officer (aka “guy in white T-shirt”) was easily convinced to allow me to follow the truck on motorcycle with a friend. Once he saw that I had already been out on bail for 2 months, he allowed it. However, he did carry the bail check with him as assurance.

After arriving at the Mae Rim courthouse, the paper shuffle started again. This time it went much quicker. The courts accepted the paperwork, and issued me a little blue card with my next date of appearance. I was all the way back out into the parking lot when “white T-shirt guy” came running after me. I thought to myself “UH-OH, that was just too easy.” Seems that the police station didn´t address the check properly, and it needed to be changed. Surprisingly enough, he handed me the check and asked me to take it back to Chiang Mai and get it fixed. Oh, believe me, my imagination ran wild but I did the right thing and made the trip to the city and back with the check.

By the end of the day, the court “officially” accepted the bail money, and I was on my way back to Chiang Mai. Today was certainly a struggle with procedural and language issues. I made it through, but this is still only the tip of the iceberg. I have come to realize that I am horribly inadequate and ill prepared. People keep asking me who my attorney is. When I tell them I don´t have one, the response is always the same. “Are you crazy???!!!”. No, not crazy, just out of options. I can either pay an attorney now or pay my fines later. Neither of which I have enough savings for yet and I will still be looking at considerable prison time either way.

I have a much better idea now of how this will play out. Most of this is however very sensitive information regarding myself and those around me. I will be releasing it in several password encrypted posts over the next few days. Many things have come to light today, and I´m feeling pretty down at the moment. Maybe an hour or two of sleep tonight will do me some good.

Deadlines Looming

This weekend I had the chance to get out of the city and into the mountains again for a day. It was a great day out with some dear friends. Details of the excursion and the reason for going can be found in the encrypted passkey portion below. The photo on the left was the sight as we left the city and headed into the mountains. Yup, that´s water (rain) in the air and lots of it. Keep in mind we are all traveling by motorcycle on a mountain road with some pretty serious twists and turns. Bottom line is that we got wet on the way, but it was well worth it. I should have some more pics up on facebook in the next day or so.

Now, on to the deadlines. The courts have finally started issuing new appearance dates for the musicians involved in the arrests of over two months ago here in Chiang Mai, Thailand. All of us are concerned and unsure of what our futures hold. Myself included. Some here have more to lose than others in the way of family, businesses and investments. I really feel for these guys, and we are all hoping for the best.

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Songkran and a Word of Warning

The new year Songkran water festival is still going strong, but I did venture out into it briefly. I went across town to visit and old friend and fellow American here in the city who contacted me and wanted to offer me some advice. He was reluctant to chat online about it, and even more so to speak on the phone. He insisted that we speak in person so I began to cut through all the little zig zag streets that honeycomb through this city. All of the major streets are full of people dancing, throwing water, and just all around having a good time. I had to cross through a couple major streets, and got hit repeatedly with buckets of water when I did, but for the most part avoided them. It´s kind of strange to be surrounded by all this happiness and festive partying, but feeling like I just want to crawl in a hole somewhere and avoid it all.

Upon arrival at my friends house, he greeted me and asked me inside. He then proceeded to tell me a story that I had heard a little about, but was always too polite to ask. He himself been been imprisoned here in what the locals call the ¨monkey house¨. It´s the larger prison just outside of town. The fact that he is no longer there (and still in Thailand) reveals that he did manage to get himself out somehow, so I asked him how long he had been there. The answer was a staggering four years!! It took him four long years in prison to clear his name while awaiting a potential prison term of 35 years!! After his release, there were no reparations and he had lost everything he had worked for his entire life. He has, however, managed to rebuild and was kind enough to share his experience with me.

He had kept meticulous records over those four years and we spent the afternoon going over legal documents and informal records he had kept. He was able to offer me a wealth of information on legal processes, and also the inner workings of the local prison system. He gave me lists and names of who can be trusted with what and who to steer clear of. Oddly enough, most of the information was not about fellow inmates, but regarded prison staff and the various ¨goodwill¨ organizations that visit prisoners there. One of these that I want to inform everyone about back in the states is a particularly nasty little operation.

Various groups have set up NGOs or non profit charity groups to help out foriegners stuck in Thai prisons. Their advertised goal is to assist the prisoners by bringing them food, toiletries, books, offer them spiritual advice, and assist them with contacting family and friends on the outside. Sounds great, but here is how the scam works. Sadly they are almost always run and operated by foriegners (American or European) who of course speak perfect english. They operate under the guise of a church or some other religious organization, and get donations from their supporters back in western countries to assist with the prisoners here. Most get a ¨per prisoner¨ amount that they visit per month. Out of that amount, the prisoner might recieve 20% of the assistance that the folks back home in Sunday service so generously dropped in the offering plate. The rest goes to creating a lavish lifestyle for the lovely ¨God fearing¨ folks who were kind enough to ¨volunteer¨ their time and visit these poor lost souls.

The second part of the plan is much more sinister. After gaining the trust of the inmate, they ask for family contact information, and offer to start getting some help from back home. These guys (and ladies) are sweet talkers, know the scriptures by heart and know all the catch phrases and lines to pull at a family member or friend´s heart strings. They of course just want money, but will offer to help ¨save the soul¨ of that lost and misguided loved one who is locked away so far from home in a ¨heathen godless country¨. Any money sent (of course) is kept by the ¨do-gooder¨, and the family or friends receive a lovely letter once in a while about how their loved one is ¨doing so well with his new found faith¨. Most actual correspondence from the inmate is intercepted and never posted to their home country. Nearly 150 letters over four years in my friend´s case. Reminds me alot of the ¨Sponsor a Child in Africa¨ programs I used to see on the TV. They have similar things here too, and many of them are just as corrupt.

As a safeguard, I have already implimented a system with a small network of trusted friends both here in Thailand and back in the states. You all know who you are, and you know the validation and authentication protocol. As far as the rest of you goes, I can only offer one piece of advice. If and when the phone rings and the person on the other end is saying they are trying to help me, simply ask for the message authentication. If they give you something (anything) you know it´s a scam. If they don´t give you anything, it´s a scam. HANG UP! Don´t waste your time, and certainly don´t waste your money. If I need to get a message out when the time comes, it will be from a valid and trusted source, and not one of these ¨flim flam¨ artists.

I must admit, I was skeptical at first when he first started telling me the story, but after going over the letters, bank records, and court documents I was shocked and appalled at what I saw and read.

I hope you have read this post carefully, and understand the meaning. I will answer questions as long as I can, so please ask soon if you have any. The holiday will be over in a few days and the government will be back up to speed on Monday. From there anything can happen. I just keep hoping for the best and planning for the worst.

Take care everyone,
Matt

Thailand Update March 28, 2011

Getting details can be difficult here in this country, but with some persistence and determination it can be done. Knowing a fair amount of the language helps, but the most important thing has been my local Thai friends who have gone out of their way to help me out. One such friend is ¨Goong¨. I barely know her as merely an aquanitance through another friend. Her husband was locked up in that same jail for over a year when they lost his aquittal and release papers. He literally sat in there day in and day out for a year because some clerk mis placed his file. She was there everyday for a year, so needless to say, she knows that place inside and out and knew who to talk to when it came to getting my temporary bail arranged. Without that I would not be out and able to work on my case before it goes to court. For that I am incredibly thankfull and I definitely owe her and her husband a dinner or three!!

I´m starting to get an idea of what it´s going to take in order to get my situation straightened out. It´s still a rather monumental task, but I have no choice but to face it and dig in. As you may remember from my original article (LINK HERE), the immigration officers wanted to cut a ¨deal¨ with me on the night of the arrest. This was the usual ¨bribe offer¨ to make everything go away without any paperwork or charges. This is always money that goes directly into the officers pockets and does not go to the government. The grand total they wanted at the moment was a ridiculous 120,000 THB. That´s double what I make in a year here, and in all actuality it wouldn´t have fixed anything. In hindsight, I´m actually glad I didn´t have that kind of money because I can now take my case to the courts where the level of corruption is considerably less and any fines that I have to pay will go to the appropriate government offices and not some corrupt cop´s pocket. Also, in the end I may be able to resolve my immigration problem once and for all and return to being a productive member of this society. At first I was very angry because with the new job, I was very close to resolving my immigration issues on my own when all this happened. Now I am trying to look at this challenge as a blessing and a chance to continue getting my life on the right track even though it is under rather extreme conditions.

Again I thank everyone for all the kinds words, helpfull advice, and words of wisdom. There is still a treacherous road ahead, but I´m looking at it in a different light. Yes, it´s still a dangerous and potentially deadly situation to be in, but Iḿ trying to look at the bright side and see this as an opportunity for progress despite the dangers involved.

As for recent news, there´s not much to report today. The aftershocks have pretty much quit and we haven´t had a power outage for at least a day now. The internet is still pretty hit or miss during the day, but that´s bearable. Hopefully more news tomorrow.

An urgent message from Thailand

I never thought I would go back to writing on this blog, but this week´s events gave me no choice. Facebook has strict limits on posting lengths and this story cannot be told in 420 characters or less. I only ask that you read this post in it´s entirety, and I apologize in advance for taking up so much of your time. This is a very urgent and important matter with a limited time frame to act.

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Wednesday night was supposed to be my evening off, but I got a call to go across town and do a show with a band I had performed with many times before. I accepted reluctantly, and made my way across town. I was greeted by the usual crowd and settled in for an hour of the ¨same old same old¨. About three songs into the set, I noticed two Thai guys with cameras taking pictures of the band. I got nervous and alerted the guitar player. We decided to take a break and see what was up. The two Thai guys flashed badges and identified themselves as ¨immigration officers¨. Whithin moments, the venue filled up with uniformed officers and we were all asked to sit down for questioning.

They began asking for visas, passports and work permits, and I knew immediately that there was going to be trouble. After some on site questioning and interrogation of the band and restaurant staff, we were all arrested and hauled to the local immigration office. The officers were drinking heavily and obviously quite proud of their catch. They began very intensive interrogation and started the ¨good cop bad cop¨ routine. There were about 10 of them sharing a bottle of whiskey and taking turns at us. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I did my best to stay cool.

After doing their best to scare the living daylights out of us, the mention of a payoff or bribe was made. This wasn´t surprising, and is pretty much standard practice. The grand total that they asked for was 120,000 Thai Baht (about $4,000 US dollars). Now, keep in mind that I earn about 6,000 Thai Baht a month (about $200 US dollars). This of course was an astronomical amount for any of us, and even calling in a few favors would not even get me close to that amount. I knew that the next stop might just be my last for a very long time.

Once again, the immigration officers (probably bordering on too drunk to drive) loaded us up in the backs of trucks and delivered us to the big police station in the old city. I was booked in, fingerprinted, and shown my new living quarters. The first thing to hit me when entering the actual jail was the overpowering stench of feces, urine, and who knows what else. The jail itself consists of four cells approximately 20 feet by 15 feet each. In these four cells they house somewhere near 200 inmates, and I am now one of them. Each cell is nothing but an empty barred room with one hole in the corner for use as a toilet. No windows, no fans, no beds, no shower, just a concrete floor surrounded by steel bars.

The second thing to shock me was that my cellmates ranged in age from one year olds to 70 year olds. Entire families were being held there from many different countries. Mothers, fathers, children and even infants. There I was lying on my back in this hellhole looking up at 5 and 6 year old kids playing and climbing around on the bars like it was just another day. I remember looking through the bars of my cell at a toddler wearing nothing more than a tshirt crying and reaching out for his father in the next cell. One of the families I got to know a little bit was North Korean. They escaped North Korea and traveled all the way through communist China and Laos in the hopes of making it to Thailand because once arrested in Thailand they can choose to defect to South Korea and reunite with loved ones there on the friendly side of the DMZ. An incredible journey in itself.

It was on day two that the 6.8 magnitude earthquake hit just north of here in Burma and sent the whole country shaking all the way as far as Bangkok. There I was, the whole jail was moving and shaking, lights flickering, babies crying, dust and concrete flying through the air and the guards had pretty much abandoned the place in fear that it might collapse. A truly terrifying experience, but we all survived and stuck together till it was over.

By the third day of my incarceration, I had pretty much come to grips with the fact that this was going to be my life for the next few years. It wasn´t pretty, but I was going to have to accept it. I had been watching the guards round up prisoners all day and ship them out shackled together about six at a time. I wasn´t sure where they were going, but I assumed it was the big prison outside of town near the mountain. Soon enough, it was my turn and I submitted my wrists and ankles once again to the chain gang style march. As we passed the lobby of the police station I saw several friends of mine waiting there. I tried to pause and say hello, but the guard kept yelling ¨Bah bah bah¨ (go go go). Myself and the six burmese guys I was chained to were loaded into the back of a truck and I saw one of the sargeants come running out front yelling ¨My My Dio Dio Falang!!¨ (no no wait wait foreigner). The guard looked at me with a grin and said ¨Falang Chok dee mak!¨ which basically means ¨Foreigner very lucky¨. It seems my local Thai friends had been there at the police station night and day trying to negotiate a bail agreement for me and were close to working something out. I was unshackled from the truck and marched back inside to the overcrowded cell. Suddenly it wasn so bad considering where I had been headed a few moments before.

A few hours later I was released under the supervision of my Thai friends. I went home, took a very long shower, ate some rice and veggies, and slept for about three hours. This is where my story comes current. At the moment I am a free man and can walk the streets, but I must present myself and my case in front of a judge in Thai court on April 4th. That gives me less than one week to prepare, find my options, make decisons and hopefully keep myself alive.

My official charges are as follows:

1. Entering the country illegally. (charges already dropped once my passport was located)
2. Overstaying my visa. (guilty as charged, and I have already entered a guilty plea)
3. Working (playing a guitar) without a permit. (I have entered a not guilty plea. The evidence is very poor against me as I was not even being paid. Just helping out a friend who was short a bass player) I hear now that this charge may already have been dropped, but I´m not sure.

What I need from you my freinds and family is first and foremost your support in the coming days. If nothing else, pass this article along to as many other people as you can. The more people I can get behind me the better off I will be. I´m not sure what other help I will need, but the next day or so should reveal more as I get more information and advice. I thank you for taking the time to read this all the way through, and I will be posting more updates soon. The more people that are aware of my situation will ensure that I receive fair and just treatment here in this far away plae that has become my home, so please please please pass it on!! The worst that can happen is that this blog and my facebook page goes silent. If it does, then expect the worse. I will do my best to answer all emails and keep people in the loop.

All the best and thank you so much for everything.
Matt