Absolutely Cruel

As if we hadn't see enough of cruelty. But that isn't even cruelty, it's nothing. I mean the official killing of men and women. But this :

Peter Glotzbach

He had his lung taken out at Medical Center - and they found they couldn't give him Sodium Amytal, it drove him crazy. He told them he couldn't take it, that it had the opposite effect on him. He told them he couldn't take any# of the barbiturates, sodium amytal and the opiates. So what so they do? They deliberately gave him sodium amytal intravenously every night at 11 o'clock. When I came on I practically had to pick him off the ceiling. You know how they twitch, every muscle in his body would contract. And there was nothing left to him, just skin and bones.

That man! They treat him like a little tin god but I wouldn't let him treat my sick pup's sore paw. I never saw anything like it.

I graduated from City Hospital and you know, coming from a place like that, I've seen some pretty ragged doctors, some pretty rough specimens. But I've never seen anything like that.

When the night superintendant, a nun, found out that I wasn't a Catholic she was down on me. And he was a priest. She'd come in every 15 minutes all night long.

Absolute cruelty (2)

Why?

She wanted to spade a little dirt on him. She was afraid
I wouldn't bring him in the candles. Well . I'm not
a Catholic but I respect any man's religion, She needn't have
worried.

They said he was putting it on. Poor guy. You ought to
see the way he clung to me. But when I saw thay had taken his
hight signal away from him, that was too much for me. ######
I'm Welch and I'm stubborn so I said to him, rather, if there's
anything you want at night and I'm not here ( I had him right
next to my desk ) you throw something. I know it's against your
religion - but you just throw something and I mean throw it!
Anything you can get your hands on.

He would drum on the screen with his finger-#### nails

What kind of a screen?

Oh ply-wood or something and at night it made a loud
drumming sound. You could hear it all over the place. But
a doctor who would say anything like that - you wouldn't say
a thing like that to a nigger.

Cabazon !

It may be all right but I'd rather have a head with a little
shape - than when they are stiff like a piece of wood.

I'm going home to bed.

I think it's the best place if you can enjoy it. Sometimes I
don't like the bed.

# The Dying Priest

Don't talk to me about that place, meaning the
hospital where she had been working. Frank is a Catholic but
I'm not. The poor man, the way they treated him. She
made a despairing gesture. And he was a priest: can you
believe that. I was so sorry for him.

Why they even took away his night bell.

Why?

Because he disturbed them. I was so sorry to have
to leave him; but I couldn't take it any more. I went on for
a few nights and I've been there eight weeks. When the sisters
found out wasn't a Cahtolołv they didn't like it.

But he stuck up for me. That made it worse. He
had a cancer - of the stomach. He suffered a lot.

Is he still alive?

I suppose so. Ogh! That place. Dr. W. stood there in
my presence and told him, Peter, you're a sick man, you're
going to die. - Just like that. Oh, I felt so sorry for him I
could have wept. That's cruel, I don't care who you are. He
was miserable. They didn't care a thing about him. They
treated him like a dog. Worse.