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Part VIII : Osho is transported to Oklahoma Country Jail
On 4 November, Osho is transported to Oklahoma County Jail.
The government attorney, U.S. attorney, insisted that my question
of bail will be decided in Oregon. That seems absurd, if six persons
with me have been arrested here and their bail can be arranged
here, then why particularly me?
But the reason was, that they wanted as long time to reach to
Oregon. It is only six hours' time. But they managed the plane
that takes their prisoners from one place to another; even the
pilot told me that he had never come across such a thing, "Suddenly
as we come near Oregon we receive orders, move to other direction.
They are simply harassing you." So I have to be left into
some other prison; in twelve days they change five prisons. last420
But the strange thing was that every time I would get out of
the airplane and sit in the police car, the man who was taking
me, delivering me to the hands of the U.S. marshal, would whisper
in his ear—and I was sitting just behind him, I could hear
it—"This man is dangerous, so don't do anything directly.
Don't even touch his body because the whole world is watching,
and once he is out he is going to expose everything that happens
in these jails. So be polite and be intelligent in behaving with
him; don't treat him as a criminal."
That message was continually given each time I was changed from
one jail to another jail. They did not touch my body; they did
not do anything directly. They tried indirectly to do things,
in which they failed.
For example, I reached one jail nearabout eleven in the night,
and the U.S. marshal wanted me not to write my name on the form—he
told me that I should write the name "David Washington."
I asked, "Under what law or constitution can you prevent
me from writing my name and force me to write some name which
is not mine? I will not write it. And you are supposed to be a
law enforcement agency. On your coat there is written Department
of Justice—but what kind of justice is this? In the middle
of the night, I am tired…the whole day's journey, and you
want me to write somebody else's name? You will have to give me
an explanation."
He said, "I don't know any explanation. Don't be angry with
me—I am just following directions from high above."
I said, "Then tell those people, whoever is giving you
directions, that I am not going to write `David Washington.' If
you want to write, you can fill in the form with `David Washington'
and everything, and I will sign."
He said, "That seems to be a perfect compromise…because
I also want to go to sleep. Unless you sign this form you cannot
enter the cell and go to sleep." So he filled in the form
in his own handwriting, and I signed with my own signature. He
looked at my signature and asked, "What does it mean?"
I said, "It must mean `David Washington'—isn't that
my name?"
He said, "I cannot understand what you have written."
I said, "I write in my own language: this is `David Washington.'"
And I told him, "Tomorrow morning you will see on television
your handwriting, my signature, and the idea behind it…in
all the news media. Why do you want to hide my name? So you can
even kill me, and there will be no trace—because I never
entered the jail. David Washington you can release tomorrow; just
the form has to be signed. But remember, you will not be able
to copy my signature."
He asked, "But what makes you certain that the news media
will know about it?"
I said, "You will see in the morning."
In the police car with me was a woman. She seemed to be a jailbird,
very experienced. She told me that she was going to be released
from the jail.
I said, "Then do one favor for me. Just listen carefully
to whatsoever transpires between me and the U.S. marshal. All
the press is surrounding the jail. When you go outside collect
all of them and give them the information." And she did perfectly
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The idea was that if I write David Washington and sign David
Washington, I can be killed, poisoned, shot and there will be
no proof that I ever entered the jail. I was brought from the
back door of the airport, I entered the jail also from the back
door, in the middle of the night so that nobody can be ever aware—and
only the U.S. Marshal was present in the office, nobody else.
He took me to the cell and told me to take one of the mattresses,
utterly dirty, full of cockroaches. I said to him, "I am
not a prisoner. You should behave a little more humanly. And I
will need a blanket and a pillow."
And he simply refused: "No blanket, no pillow. This is
all you will get." And he locked the door of that small,
dirty cabin.
Strangely enough, in the early morning at five o'clock he opened
the door and he was a completely changed man. I could not believe
my eyes, because he had brought a new mattress, a blanket, a pillow.
I said, "But in the night you were behaving in such a primitive
way. Suddenly you have become so civilized."
And he offered me breakfast early in the morning—five
o'clock. In no other jail I was offered breakfast before nine
o'clock. I said, "It is too early—and why are you paying
so much attention?"
But he said, "You have to eat it quick, because within five
minutes we have to leave for the airport."
I said, "Then what is the purpose of the mattress and the
blanket and the pillow?"
He said nothing and simply closed the door. The breakfast was
not much: just two slices of bread soaked in a certain sauce—I
could not figure out what it was—tasteless, odorless. crucif01
The next morning the marshal came, hitting his head. He said,
"What have you done? It is all in the papers, it is on the
television! Now get ready; we have to move you from this jail.
We cannot keep you here."
I said, "I love being here. There is no need to change.
What is the point of changing? As long as you want, David Washington
is willing to live here."
He said, "Don't make a joke of me. I am already condemned
for forcing you to sign under a false name. But I am wondering,
how did you manage to reach the media?"
I said, "You had completely forgotten that we were two
prisoners and the other prisoner was sitting in the corner listening
to the whole conversation. She repeated everything word for word."
They failed. They immediately changed the jail so they could
say that I had never been there, that all these reports were false.
I said, "You cannot do that. That form is there. My signature
is there, and my signature is world famous—and it is not
easy to copy it. Even I cannot copy it! Each time it changes."
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