For the first time ever, the FBI covertly "rendered" (aka kidnapped) a U.S. citizen who amongst other things is a former Fortune 500 executive, air traffic controller, U.S. Treasury agent and the author of a very controversial book about government corruption. (See samples of his writing here: https://www.scribd.com/lists/17980642/Bruce-Gorcyca-Seized-Book-Manuscripts)

PRIOR TO HIS KIDNAPPING: Mr. Gorcyca was held incommunicado 485 days without being charged with any crime, totally incommunicado at the Daxing Jail in Beijing. The Chinese said he was being "administratively detained" for an expired passport yet the U.S. embassy refused to bring him a new passport for more than 13 months, but they did bring him a toothbrush. WHY?

AFTER HIS KIDNAPPING: Mr. Gorcyca was charged with a 20 year old crime that never took place and after demanding a trial within 70 days (His constitutional right) he was held 92 days without a bail hearing, and then his charges were dropped by Federal Judge Block in case no. 08-CR-09.

Amazingly this is the second time the same identical charges were dismissed against Mr. Gorcyca after the DoJ spent $500,000 and seven years to extradite him from Canada in 2007. Back then Federal Judge Jack B. Weinstein dismissed the charges on December 19, 2007 after nobody bothered to indict Gorcyca for almost 3 months!

Now there is reason to believe that a recently retired FBI agent who Gorcyca accused if corruption arranged all of this even bribing a Chinese police officer to get Gorcyca jailed those 485 days in a Chinese dungeon in total isolation.

FYI...Mr. Gorcyca has no links to terrorism nor violent crime. He holds 3 degrees, speaks three languages and coaches Little League baseball, Kids Soccer, and was a Cub Scout leader for his young son.

Fortunately, Mr. Gorcyca who spent 3 years of his life behind bars for crimes he was never given the trial he demanded is a free man for the last 10 days. Here is a poem you wrote while rotting in the dingy Chinese jail, the locals call "The Dungeon"...

ANOTHER DAY...

A poem by Bruce Gorcyca

Another day…

I awake in a China jail,

Another day…

I must eat from a pail.

Another day…

No fruit or meat,

Another day…

Hot sticky heat.

Another day…

More stolen time,

Another day…

Not charged with any crime.

Another day…

The stench of pee.

Another day…

No lawyer can I see.

Another day…

So far 385 in all,

Another day…

Not allowed a telephone call.

Another day…

Full of constant noise,

Another day…

That truly annoys.

Another day…

Locked in a 10 by 20 foot cell,

Another day…

With 15 Chinese prisoners – a living hell.

Another day…

No judge – no court,

Another day…

Jailed for an expired passport.

Another day…

The bright light never turns off,

Another day…

In my face strangers sneeze and cough.

Another day…

Exposed to hepatitis and TB,

Another day…

Betrayed by my own embassy.

Another day…

No toilet paper.

Another day…

I must sleep next to a raper.

Another day…

No sun or fresh air,

Another day…

Wearing the same underwear.

Another day…

My wife may think I’m dead,

Another day…

Twenty years ago we wed.

Another day…

In front of a camera I must shower and shit,

Another day…

I can’t file a Habeas Corpus writ.

Another day…

Locked behind steel doors,

Another night…

A symphony of snores.

Another day…

I miss my young sons,

Another day…

I have the runs.

Another day…

Black mold covers the wall,

Another day…

I still can’t make a telephone call.

Another day…

Always plenty of fights,

Another day…

Denied all my Vienna Convention rights.

Another day…

Of sleep deprivation,

Another day…

The raper practices his masturbation.

Another day…

A single toilet full of turds,

Another day…

Hearing only Chinese words.

Another day…

The loneliness grows deep,

Another day…

My sanity I fight hard to keep.

Another day…

I must sleep on filthy bedding

Another day…

I miss my daughter’s wedding

Another day…

The guards seek another foreigner to beat,

Another day…

A fungus has conquered my feet.

Another day…

The embassy won’t relay my mail

Another day…

They tell me yet another fairy tale.

Another day…

My release date came and went

Another day…

Am I really “presumed innocent”?

Another day…

I suddenly realized,

Another day…

That for months I was tranquilized!

Another day…

15 spent in a Beijing Hospital,

Another day…

Even then denied a telephone call.

Another day…

A senior cop finally leaks some information,

Another day…

My government is making a secret negotiation.

Another day…

I’m part of a Huawei trade deal I’m told

Another day…

But my breath I decide not to hold.

Another day…

The Chinese will turn a blind eye to my rendition,

Another day…

So in 2020 CFO Meng’s charges will be dropped without prosecution

Another day…

I’m told President Trump is not part of this deal,

Another day…

Arranged secretly under a FISA seal.

Another day…

Absolutely nothing to read,

Another day…

Seven sparrows by the window I feed.

Another day…

More tasteless soup and bread,

Another day…

Sometimes wishing to be dead.

Another day…

Memories of my family haunts,

Another day…

That truly daunts.

Another day…

Anxiety and stress fill my head,

Another day…

Twenty strangers watch me get searched naked.

Another day…

The warden say I can go home today!

Another day…

If $1million dollars I can pay.

Another day…

Now the police pretend to be my friends,

Another day…

But they only want to collect at both ends.

Another day…

The truth growing less,

Another day…

The FBI D5 agents schemed up this mess.

Another day…

Breathing China’s polluted air,

Another day…

Lice now infest my hair.

Another day…

A clever political fix,

Another day…

Of more Division 5 Dirty Tricks.

Another day…

Alone with a rope in a cell I am left,

Another day…

An invitation to suicide – not quite deft.

Another day…

Trapped behind the Great Wall,

Another day…

Still begging for a telephone call.

Another day…

The Chinese are falsely told I’m a wanted pedophile,

Another day…

This rumor can get me killed in a quick and brutal style.

Another day…

Ends with my curse,

Another day yet to come,

Can it possibly get any worse?

Another day…

I feel hope is slipping away,

Another day,

For God’s rescue I now pray

Another day…

Now mentally struggling.

Another day…

The cops steal my wedding ring.

Another day…

The police are allowed to rob my home.

Another Day…

I can only write this poem.

Another day,

I can still recall FBI Greg Coleman’s threats,

Another day…

“Witnesses to government crimes always become defendants

Another day…

I must now confess,

Another day…

I respect Uncle Sam even less.

Another day…

Here they want me to die,

Another day…

Search “GTX357 book manuscripts” to understand why.

Sincerely,

Bruce A. Gorcyca

7/15/2019

More about these events can be found at LegalJunkies.com

I think the ACLU needs to send in a dozen lawyers to remind the U.S. government that we do not live in Nazi Germany, nor North Korea! https://www.aclu.org/other/extraordinary-rendition-depth