P-DOPE: Killed Philip Seymour Hoffman, River Phoenix, Raphael de Rothschild and Thousands More

By Jon Stuen-Parker

Letter to Dr. Richard Sackler and Attachments contains correspondence with Senator Edward Kennedy concerning crack heroin:

 

"Mr. McLaughlin and Mr. Micewski said they had uncovered a Dominican drug-trafficking ring in Philadelphia, New York and other east coast cities that was funneling profits to the Dominican Revolutionary Party which they said was supported by the Central Intelligence Agency and the State Department..."

 

"The agents filed a civil rights lawsuit in 1997, saying they had 'become the targets of vicious unfounded attacks on their credibility and careers by the federal government,' with the 'marionetted support' of Mr. Corbett and the Philadelphia district attorney's office.

 

The lawsuit also said the Dominican Revolutionary Party 'was, and is, protected and sanctioned, unlawfully, by the agencies of the United States government, to include the CIA and State Department, enabling the Dominicans to distribute illegal drugs at will.'"

• Language: English
• Publisher: National AIDS Brigade
• Release date: Jun 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201356873

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Table of Contents

Dedications 

Acknowledgments 

Preface 

Introduction 

2001 

2006.

2007 

2008 

2009 

2010 

2011   

2015 

2016 

2017 

2018 

2019 

2020 

2021 

Letter to Dr. Richard Sackler and Attachments   

Dedications

This book is dedicated to the loving memory of Hampshire College Professor Emeritus Lynn Miller.

1932-2018

Lynn Miller was a father figure. Part of my desire to help others came from Lynn Miller because he helped me so much.

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Special dedication is given to the loving memory of my sister Marta.

1952-2017

Marta Louise Sullivan. Marta was employed for 35 years at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, working in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, retiring in December 2016. She served 23 years in the US Army Reserve retiring as a Major.

Acknowledgments

I want to thank everyone who tried to expose crack heroin. The excerpt below mentions two New Haven police officers and the New Haven District Court chief probation officer. I also want to thank them.

"~2:15pm Tuesday May 22, 2001

In New York City pizza pallor (East 97th Street). Again woke dreading arrest. Drove here picturing dead AIDS Brigade members. 10 years ago, 25ish Bobby (Hispanic volunteer suffering from AIDS) stood on 125th Street, declaring, ‘I’ll get busted (with crack heroin). Let’s do it today!’ Not tackling crack heroin, we continued needle exchange arrests. Now Bobby’s dead.

Reaching New Haven brought Donnie Burruss thoughts. During crack heroin arrest, he stood close for support. Two 30ish black New Haven police officers also gave support, saying, ‘I commend you,’ and ‘You’re a better man than me.’ 55ish black chief probation officer (retired homicide detective) slammed fist on desk, blasting, ‘Somebody had to do this!’ 40ish white female prosecutor remarked, ‘Everybody knows, but nobody cares.’ Arrested within school zone, I faced mandatory two years. Judge understood arrest and case dismissed."

Posthumous

P-DOPE seeks to give attorney Robert Morgenthau well-deserved credit. The attorney profile below does not mention Robert Morgenthau’s biggest role in history - saving countless New York City lives.

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Robert M. Morgenthau

Of Counsel, Litigation

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Education

Amherst College, B.A. 1941

Yale Law School, LL.B. 1948

Robert M. Morgenthau was born in 1919 in New York City. In June 1940, while still an undergraduate at Amherst College, he enlisted in the United States Navy’s V-7 program. Upon his graduation in 1941, Mr. Morgenthau joined the Navy and on December 7, 1941, he was an ensign on a destroyer in Boston Harbor. He served throughout World War II aboard destroyers, in the North Atlantic, the South Atlantic, the Mediterranean, and the Pacific Theater, rising to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Mr. Morgenthau was the Executive Officer and Navigator aboard the USS Lansdale when that ship was torpedoed and sunk by German aircraft while protecting a convoy. He was then the Executive Officer and Navigator on a new destroyer assigned to support the Iwo Jima and Okinawa invasions. That ship, the USS Harry F. Bauer, was torpedoed and was hit by a Kamikaze carrying a 550-pound bomb that failed to explode. The ship’s crew received a Presidential Unit Citation for its conduct during the Okinawa campaign.

After the war, Mr. Morgenthau attended Yale Law School. He entered private practice in Manhattan, working for Robert P. Patterson, a former Judge of the Second Circuit Court of Appeals. In 1961, he was appointed by President Kennedy to the position of United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York and continued in that role until 1970. Mr. Morgenthau successfully ran for district attorney of New York County in November 1974.

Mr. Morgenthau was the district attorney from 1975 to 2009, and was the longest serving incumbent of that position. In his nine terms in office, his staff conducted about 3.5 million criminal prosecutions. During that period, homicides in Manhattan were reduced by over 90%. Mr. Morgenthau vigorously prosecuted white-collar criminals as well, becoming the nation’s leading proponent of the enforcement of state law to combat ‘crime in the suites.’

Mr. Morgenthau serves as the chairman of New York City’s Police Athletic League and as Chairman Emeritus of the Museum of Jewish Heritage — A Living Memorial to the Holocaust. Mr. Morgenthau is on the Board of the Immigrant Justice Corps. He lives in Manhattan and on a farm in Dutchess County with two of his seven children and with his wife, the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Lucinda Franks."

Wikipedia states this about Oskar Schindler: As a Nazi Party member and war profiteer, Schindler must flee the advancing Red Army to avoid capture. The SS guards have been ordered to kill the Jews, but Schindler persuades them not to so they can ‘return to their families as men, not murderers.’ He bids farewell to his workers and prepares to head west, hoping to surrender to the Americans. The workers give Schindler a signed statement attesting to his role saving Jewish lives, together with a ring engraved with a Talmudic quotation: ‘Whoever saves one life saves the world entire.’

Like Oskar Schindler, other Germans helped Jews escape death. Most did not receive acknowledgment during their lifetime. The information below is being published during Robert Morgenthau’s lifetime. 

NAB challenged needle exchange laws across the country. The New York City arrest was with ACT-UP members. Using the necessity defense, we were acquitted with ample media publicity. The police continued making needle possession arrests. I was arrested 5 more times for needle possession in Manhattan.

In the early 1990s, many of New York City’s ~200,000 IV-drug users were HIV positive. It was before antiretroviral drugs and AIDS was a death sentence. Robert Morgenthau’s courageous decision to stop prosecuting needle possession arrests helped prevent thousands of IV-drug user HIV infections. IV-drug users are the main conduit for AIDS to spread into the heterosexual community. Robert Morgenthau’s courageous decision to stop prosecuting needle possession arrests helped reduce newborn-HIV infections.

The biggest acknowledgment goes to Hampshire College.

Established in 1970, Hampshire College teaches The Mode of Inquiry. Students take introductory courses (Division I), start focusing on a subject (Division II) and finally a year of concentration (Division III).

In 1980, the Yale School of Medicine brought me to New Haven. Fresh from success at Hampshire College, I discovered synthetic heroin (P-Dope) replaced traditional heroin (scramble). An American city (New Haven) without heroin deserved some investigation.

Two years earlier, P-Dope arrived from New York City and rapidly pushed out scramble because cutting through methadone’s opiate receptor blockade. Now New Haven heroin addicts could simultaneously enjoy (suffer) two addictions - methadone and P-Dope.

During World War II there was an urgent need for doctors. The Yale School of Medicine realized the quickest solution was teaching medical students to teach themselves. The Yale School of Medicine felt like Hampshire College and was perfect for investigating P-Dope.

Witnessing the increased needle sharing, and learning the dangers of HIV infection, myself and others at Yale began undertaking New Haven IV-drug user AIDS prevention. In 1983, the Yale AIDS Brigade opened a storefront adjacent to Yale (York Street) for IV-drug user AIDS prevention outreach.

A Yale laboratory using chromatography determined a sample of P-Dope was heroin and two unknown chemicals. Two decades later, a senior scientist at Harvard’s Cabot Science Laboratory stated lidocaine and procaine (the two unknown chemicals) could change morphine (two-step process) creating a more powerful drug (P-Dope).

Thus, Hampshire College’s The Mode of Inquiry greatly helped produce this book.

Preface

The origin of some names (P-Dope) might never be known. Like the thousands of vanished languages, reasons for names can disappear forever. Most New York City street-wise addicts call P-Dope P-Funk. NAB calls it crack heroin.

Since 1978, crack heroin killed thousands of heroin users. Although antiretroviral drugs greatly diminished death from AIDS, crack heroin overdoses continue to kill thousands. East of the Mississippi River, from Maine to Florida, there’s nothing else.

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Introduction

This book includes excerpts from GOD, Senator Kennedy, and Whitey Bulger: How Whitey Helped Save The World that mention crack heroin.

The most important chapter - "Letter to Dr. Richard Sackler and Attachments" - contains correspondence with Senator Edward Kennedy concerning crack heroin. Chapter attachment, New York Times article, Jury Awards 2 Drug Agents $1.5 Million (February 13, 2003, p. A31) states:

"Mr. McLaughlin and Mr. Micewski said they had uncovered a Dominican drug-trafficking ring in Philadelphia, New York and other east coast cities that was funneling profits to the Dominican Revolutionary Party which they said was supported by the Central Intelligence Agency and the State Department..."

"The agents filed a civil rights lawsuit in 1997, saying they had ‘become the targets of vicious unfounded attacks on their credibility and careers by the federal government,’ with the ‘marionetted support’ of Mr. Corbett and the Philadelphia district attorney’s office.

The lawsuit also said the Dominican Revolutionary Party ‘was, and is, protected and sanctioned, unlawfully, by the agencies of the United States government, to include the CIA and State Department, enabling the Dominicans to distribute illegal drugs at will.’"

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GOD: A Story of Revelation, by Deepak Chopra, "Prologue" states:

"Like a car with two steering wheels, the world has been guided by two forces, the spiritual and the secular, that fight for control. The secular has seized the advantage for today, but for many centuries the power lay with the spiritual. Visionaries could shape the future as much as kings, often more. A king was anointed by God, but visionaries were visited by God. They heard his message personally before appearing in public to announce what God wanted people to do.

I became fascinated by the perplexing situation that visionaries find themselves thrust into. Very few asked for this power to affect other people. God wrenched them from the comfort of everyday life and guided their steps. The voice they heard in their heads wasn’t their own, but divinely inspired. What was that like? On one hand, it must have been terrifying. In a world that made a spectacle of feeding martyrs to lions, crucifying saints as enemies of the state, and jealously guarding old religions, the voice of God could be pronouncing a death sentence. On the other hand, to experience the divine was ecstatic, as witnessed by the mystical poets in every culture who had a love affair with the divine. That mixture of rapture and torment became the seed of this book."

Nearness to God is a constant, not just in human history, but in human nature. If we are connected to our souls, the connection is permanent, even if our attention falters. We think that God changes, because our own perception wanes and waxes. The messages keep coming, though, and God keeps showing different faces. Sometimes the whole notion of the divine gets hidden, when secular forces snatch the steering wheel and attempt to drive alone. But the force of spirituality never fully surrenders. God stands for our need to know ourselves, and as our awareness evolves, so does God. This journey never ends. At this moment somewhere in the world a person is waking up in the middle of the night hearing a message that feels uncanny, as if arriving from another reality. Actually, there must be many such visitations every night, and the people who step forth to announce what they’ve heard form a motley crew of crazies, artists, avatars, rebels, and saints.

I’m one of the above rebels that hears voices. I have also asked for and received signs. From Jail to Yale excerpt below describes a dream and the Yale medical school chaplain explaining, Sometimes people act as transceivers:

"~9:20pm June 27, 1992

Relaxing on living room couch. Hour ago returned from New York City needle exchange. Believe New York City heroin is synthetic drug called P-Dope. Interviewed 191 New Haven addicts for Yale thesis and not one reported heroin as main injection. Instead, New Haven addicts were injecting P-Dope. This morning Bronx addict blurted, ‘There’s nothing but P-Dope. There used to be heroin, but now it’s all P-Dope.’ 

In 1978, P-Dope appeared in New York City and rapidly spread to nearby states. Compared to heroin, P-Dope causes quicker habit, stronger withdrawal symptoms and more needle sharing. P-Dope is main reason New Haven has nation’s highest per capita AIDS rate. HIV infections among New York City addicts was virtually 0% in 1978, 20% in 1979, 44% in 1980 and 52% in 1981. Surely, P-Dope created that dramatic increase.

Today Billy spotted sister of friend who died from AIDS. Death made personal problems like break-up with Terry seem small. Hard to believe I’m without my sweetheart. We shared so much it just doesn’t seem possible. Remember first time realizing our bond. Let’s backtrack to Yale’s Payne Whitney sauna where I’m reading New York Post article about 70ish man grabbing large serrated knife. Man went after two armed robbers who threatened his wife. Husband killed one robber and chased other away. Visualizing large serrated knife, I realized power it had when driven by love.

Another flashback. I’m inside Harvard Square bookstore staring at picture of human leg. Young male researcher was attacked by Egyptian crocodile. Only freshly severed white leg remained and it was inside cardboard box. Leg looked very familiar, almost like friend’s leg. Terry wanted to leave bookstore, but I kept staring at gruesome picture.

Month later at Yale student party, Terry caught eye of severe black lesbian (daughter of famous poet), and noticing this student’s disapproval, pulled my hands off her waist. Hurt by rejection, I kept dancing. More close dancing and more alcohol. Next we trudged uphill through raging snowstorm to my apartment. Storm howled outside as Terry and I enjoyed exciting lovemaking. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Terry shook me, asking, ‘Jon, what’s the matter? Are you alright? Are you alright?’ I was woken in middle of fight, standing on fancy mahogany banister and ready to cut off someone’s head.

In dream Terry took picture of my ass cheek scar. Three years at Hampshire College produced little dating. Instead, most energies went towards studying for medical school and whole semesters were spent without sexual partner. First Yale summer vacation I received ass cheek scar from cab driving accident. There was plenty of ‘L’ Street nude bathing, then returning home for mirror pull sessions. Insecure about facial looks, I enjoyed admiring body tan until ass scar created fears of rejection.

Initially spotted Terry in Payne Whitney during volleyball game. Besides beauty, her eyes showed determination and strength. Immediately my heart went out to her. Instead of devising plan to meet, I simply walked away thinking, ‘Life would be great if I could come home and hug a woman like that.’ Few days later met Terry on gym stairway and congratulated her for ‘good volleyball playing.’ She smiled and blushed. Now her face was even more beautiful. Terry stood there as if wanting to talk. I felt slight shock. Could this woman be attracted to me? Two or three months were spent awkwardly meeting. Finally we kissed inside Yale law school. After quick touching of lips, I dashed home full of excitement.

Dream started at suburban house with steep back yard. Terry took picture of my ass cheek scar. Fearing rejection, I smashed camera from her hands. That instant young man’s face appeared. Large dark eyes showed concern, as he warned, ‘They’re coming.’ Yard gathering was disrupted and people began entering house. Seconds later beer bottles began crashing against house. 35ish blonde woman stood at top of yard hurling beer bottles. I followed others inside house. Blonde woman marched into front parlor and smashing bottles pressed us against wall. Beer bottle hit young woman’s face and shattered into tiny pieces. Angry, I pegged bottle at blonde woman’s head.

20ish male appeared in hallway carrying cardboard box with human leg. Noise erupted from house entrance. Fearing more death, I walked toward noise with large serrated knife.

Dream switched to elegant ballroom. I stood on maroon carpeted staircase with blue surrounding walls, polished mahogany banisters and crystal chandeliers. Person pointed, ‘They’re in there.’ At top of curved staircase, partially opened door emanated danger and I knew room held source of violence. Holding out serrated knife, I entered this room. Four men attacked. Stabbed one through heart, fatally cut another with wide swing, then jumped on table and cut off third man’s head. Fourth man dashed from room and I chased close behind. Jumping onto mahogany banister, I was ready to cut off man’s head when Terry shook my shoulder, frantically asking, ‘Jon, what’s the matter? Are you alright? Are you alright?’ Snatched from dream, my heart pounded hard. Terry described me thrashing in bed. Told her dream detail by detail, and kept asking, ‘Was I really thrashing?’ Morning light turned front window gray. Gazing at window, I stated it faced ocean. Mentioned I loved living near ocean. Spoke about Southie apartment being two blocks from ocean, Mom marrying on Norwegian ship and my love of striped bass fishing.

We slept late, making love, then walked to Naples. Enjoyed one or two hours of coffee, cinnamon toast and much talk. Spoke about small fishing boat capsizing in Boston Harbor and ambulance rushing fishing partner to heat chamber. Conversation was full of forceful ‘make most of life’ talk. It seemed special insight pushed me to instill courage. That evening caught Amtrak train to Boston. Deep thoughts during ride. Planned using leaky skiff for striped bass fishing. Train slowed approaching South Station and snow drifts were everywhere. Dark shadows made snow drifts seem cruel, then saw small finger of Boston Harbor. Ocean water looked peaceful and knew this could be deception.

Walking home twice glimpsed harbor and felt pulled by ocean. Entering apartment I turned on TV. Shit! Blonde woman was on news, exact woman who furiously hurled beer bottles. News program reported 7 seamen drowned when cargo vessel sank off New Jersey coast in previous night’s storm. Four seamen on ship were from New England. Miraculously one New England seaman survived. Survivor described all seamen acting professional, grabbing floating debris to wait for help and not wasting precious body heat with movements. Seamen appeared calm, then simply let go and disappeared underwater.

Later news reported wives of seamen knew ship was unsafe. During storm they remained at home worrying about husbands. Cold ocean would shut down extremities and maximize heart to brain circulation. Before disappearing underwater, believe seamen mentally faced New England and silently screamed their horror.

Returning to Yale, I described dream and ocean tragedy to medical school chaplain. Although expecting surprise, he matter-of-factly stated, ‘Sometimes people act as transceivers.’ Believe seamen screamed familiar code of platinum-gold drops that came when thinking of their wives. Without doubt, one of those screams entered my dream when fearing Terry’s photograph. Later sat with Terry on living room couch. Looking at her, I thought about dream and realized our bond."

GOD, Senator Edward Kennedy, and Whitey Bulger excerpt below describes hearing a voice and Reverend Ellis-Hagler (candidate for mayor of Boston) punching my head:

"~9:30am Tuesday September 21, 2010

At intersection of Creek and Eagle Streets under massive figs trees...Remember phony Reverend Ellis-Hagler saying, ‘Your mother’s a punk. Your mother’s a whore.’ TV camera 10 feet way, he wanted to instigate violence. Thought about Mom, thought about people suffering with AIDS (Reverend Ellis-Hagler stopped AIDS Brigade church meetings) and thought about love.

For two hours, Reverend Ellis-Hagler’s protesters taunted AIDS Brigade from across street (opposite AIDS Brigade’s Mission Hill storefront). Reverend Ellis-Hagler told police our AIDS prevention van lacked current inspection sticker. ~10 minutes, I pointed at tow truck beside van, blasting, ‘That’s going to cause more AIDS.’ ‘That’s going to cause more AIDS.’ In middle of repeating statement, Reverend Ellis-Hagler approached and said those terrible words (Mom was standing behind me suffering terminal illness).

Reverend Ellis-Hagler’s face one foot away, I was ready to blast another, ‘That’s going to cause more AIDS.’ Felt shock hearing such words from man in priest’s collar. Felt very strong love and could see love! Mentally saw small red electric-like coils. Voice in head, as if man standing above brain, said, ‘He’s yours.’ Instead of blasting words, I pushed out that love. Silver beam went from my mouth to Reverend Ellis-Hagler’s face. Instinctively, he punched my head. My goodness exposed his evil!"

Reverend Ellis-Hagler punching my head was show on every Boston TV news program - some TV stations more than once - and shown across America. I received a phone call from California. 

In New York City (6 times), New Haven (once) and Boston (once), I was intentionally arrested with crack heroin. Here’s an example of receiving a sign. This happened driving from Boston to New Haven for a court appearance after being arrested with 11 bags of crack heroin.

Months earlier, my windshield received a small crack - a tiny dot with 5 or 6 radiating arms. Several millimeters in diameter, it looked like a star. The crack, probably from a bouncing pebble, constantly irritated me. I feared it would cause vehicle safety inspection sticker rejection.

For more than a decade, I worried about AIDS Brigade cars, vans and trucks passing their annual safety inspection. Our charity was always short of cash. Buying syringes for needle exchange, or paying rent for needle exchange storefronts and Veterans With AIDS (VWA) Drop-In Centers, took priority over repairing vehicles for safety inspection stickers.

I was driving down I-95 worrying about New Haven court arrival time. 6 Manhattan needle exchange arrests and unpredictable traffic made that worry very familiar. In New Haven, conviction of drug possession in a school zone carried a mandatory two-year sentence.

On top of worrying about being late for court (default would produce an arrest warrant), and worrying about the possible two-year jail sentence, I worried the windshield crack would prevent obtaining a valid inspection sticker.

In the midst of worry, I said to myself, If this New Haven arrest is good, make that crack go away. The eye-level crack was above the car radio. I drove for at least an hour without looking it. When reaching New Haven, the crack was gone.

You might think, Impossible! It was probably a smudge. Well, there was no rain to erase a smudge and that windshield spot was perfectly clear.

Photo below captures Reverend Ellis-Hagler’s crew demonstrating against AIDS Brigade needle exchange. It occurred in a well-known South End drug area. Despite frequent arrests and violence inspired by Reverend Ellis-Hagler, every Thursday morning AIDS Brigade would be there undertaking needle exchange. That morning, three New Haven AIDS Brigade members were present. Donnie Burruss is standing beside Robin. Behind Donnie you can see Billy Chapman’s head (wearing pull-down cap). New Haven AIDS Brigade member, Keith Mosely, is not in photo. These men were addicted to crack heroin and suffering from AIDS. Boston AIDS Brigade member, Joe McGrath (farthest from camera), is seen exiting our AIDS prevention van.

Like Reverend Ellis-Hagler, others sought to harm AIDS Brigade. One such person is Dr. Robert Heimer. Before antiretroviral drugs, hurting AIDS prevention increased terrible death. Sadly, some victims were children.

The Yale School of Public Health website states:

"Robert Heimer, Ph.D.

Professor, Epidemiology & Public Health

Yale University School of Medicine

Dr. Heimer’s major research efforts include scientific investigation of the mortality and morbidity associated with injection drug use. Areas of investigation include syringe exchange programs, HIV survival in syringes, hepatitis B vaccination, hepatitis C transmission risks, overdose prevention and resuscitation, and pharmacological treatment of opiate addiction...He began his work on the prevention of HIV among injection drug users in 1990 with an evaluation of the city-run New Haven needle exchange program and his work on emerging infections in 1995 with studies of the tick-borne agent of human ehrlichiosis."

In 1983, AIDS Brigade opened a York Street storefront adjacent to the Yale University campus. The storefront’s front window sign: Yale AIDS Brigade. For a month that sign was surrounded by non-stop blinking Christmas lights.

Numerous times, AIDS Brigade needle exchange was featured in the New Haven media. A TV news program filmed AIDS Brigade undertaking needle exchange on Dixwell Avenue several blocks from Yale University. That afternoon, the New Haven Chief of Police announced New Haven police would not halt our needle exchange.

Now AIDS Brigade could openly undertake needle exchange in New Haven. When the city-run van began undertaking needle exchange, it used the AIDS Brigade’s model of visiting drug areas on a regular schedule. This allowed addicts to know when and where needle exchange would be available.

In 1995, myself and another AIDS activist were arrested undertaking needle exchange in Manchester, New Hampshire. The stipulation of bail: No more needle exchange. A week before trial, I returned to Manchester and told the court, "I must continue undertaking needle exchange in New Hampshire because a deadly-designer heroin called P-Dope (‘crack heroin’) is in New Hampshire." As expected, I was jailed until trial.

Three prosecutors were in the courtroom. One lied to the judge, saying, "Jon Stuen-Parker has no respect for the law. He was arrested 24 times for needle possession in Massachusetts and was arrested four times in New Hampshire for the same charge. Mr. Stuen-Parker was arrested in Massachusetts the day before his last New Hampshire arrest." 

Dr. Heimer was scheduled as a defense witness. Hearing his name brought a sense of relief. That relief quickly vanished! Saw mouse-like man with darting eyes. Dr. Heimer testified, AIDS Brigade needle exchange is a publicity stunt.

In 1980, I entered Yale University as a medical student. In 1992, I departed Yale with a degree from the School of Public Health. During those 12 years as a full and part-time Yale student, AIDS Brigade was featured in the New York Times (front page) and in countless other newspapers. AIDS Brigade was also featured on ABC, NBC, CBS, PBS and BBC.

Considering Dr. Heimer’s history with New Haven needle exchange, it would be impossible for him not to know of AIDS Brigade’s New Haven needle exchange. It would be impossible for him not to know his testimony: AIDS Brigade needle exchange is a publicity stunt - was perjury.

In short, Manchester court officials convinced Dr. Heimer to lie under oath and New Hampshire officials never investigated: "...a deadly-designer heroin called P-Dope (‘crack heroin’) is in New Hampshire." Instead, the state of New Hampshire is suing Purdue Pharma seeking to hold the pharmaceutical company responsible for its role in New Hampshire’s opioid epidemic.

Incredibly, the city of New Haven, where a New Haven assistant district attorney made this comment about P-Dope replacing traditional heroin: Everybody knows, but nobody cares - is suing Purdue Pharma seeking to hold the pharmaceutical company responsible for its role in New Haven’s opioid epidemic.

On October 26, 2017, Purdue Pharma confirmed that it has become the subject of a U.S. investigation seeking to hold it responsible for its role in the nation’s opioid epidemic.

Jerome Avenue Bronx needle exchange

125th Street Harlem needle exchange

Essex and Delancey Street Lower East Side needle exchange

2001

~10:30am Monday April 23

Bright, beautiful day. In Mul’s enjoying pancakes and newspapers. This morning, edited From Jail to Yale. Dozen times doubted screw. It seemed wrong having screw and coming in same sentence. Each time decided okay.

Entered Cy’s Place full of worry. More sunken boat problems (need additional scuba gear) and feared scuba regulator stolen. Spotted 50ish loan shark smoking cigarette. Previously demanded, Stay away. Today shouted, Screw! Loan shark hissed, Don’t tell me to screw. He swiftly departed.

Cy’s Place was bustling with activity. 40ish woman reported 6 men kidnapped her daughter. She sobbed beside pool table and veterans gave consoling words. 50ish veteran, Zippy, yelled, Death is better than living. Zippy’s suffering AIDS drug-cocktail reaction. Although disliked that outburst, woman stopped loud sobbing. More addicts entered and I left for breakfast.

Newspapers report Peruvian military shot down missionary airplane. CIA contacted Peruvian military believing small aircraft was smuggling drugs. Plane crashed in Amazon River killing woman and young daughter. Last week, Boston police killed unarmed addict fleeing drug transaction. Addict carried 8 bags of heroin. Increasing War On Drugs increases unnecessary death.

Want Howard Stern to film crack heroin arrest. Pressure keeps building on Howard Stern letter. Instead of more words, task becoming more difficult.

~10:30am Friday May 18

Cloudy, cool day. In Jake’s Restaurant (West Broadway) enjoying pancakes and newspapers. Injured right elbow at L Street. Writing hurts, but appreciate notebook.

Last week, SeaTow arrived for Wheeler. Truck ignition broke when SeaTow boat appeared. Pulling Wheeler to beach difficult enough without broken truck ignition. Next day, towed truck to Dorchester repair shop. Tow truck driver helped by being friendly. Yesterday he entered Cy’s Place for needle exchange. Explained crack heroin was more addictive, caused more needle sharing and more overdoses. Tow truck driver spouted, You don’t have to tell me. I can’t stop this fucking shit. 

Minutes ago, Tommy held phone, saying, It’s the Boston police. Cop asked, So you guys have a boat on Columbia Road? Thought he meant abandoned Wheeler (Columbia Road runs parallel to beach). Answered, Yeah, we’re going to smash it up with sledgehammers. Cop sputtered, What? This is about a boat. A boat on Columbia Road! Promised to relocate 17-foot boat (on trailer) by noon. Told cop, Tuesday I’m getting arrested with heroin. Quickly explained crack heroin. Cop laughed, asking, Why don’t you give them Viagra?

~12pm Monday May 21

Beautiful day (Rebecca’s birthday). In Mul’s with pancakes and newspapers. Tomorrow another George Soros’ office arrest. Woke dreading crack heroin arrest. Dead friends made everything okay.

~7:30pm

On living room couch. Two hours ago, 25ish white female and 25ish black male entered house. First time seeing that in Southie.