The Longview Race
Here is presented my story, some of which
you already know there being more than a few Media news stories about these fascinating
events. It all happened on the evening of Nov. 16, 2007, starting from the
Oregon side of the Vancouver Colombia James Bridge during rush hour and ended
at a tire shredder thirty minutes and forty-five miles later at exit 409
Longview, Washington State.
I
was insanely paranoid at the time.
All
told I had caused seven separate car accidents I caused. I rammed each car’s
right rear bumper if the drivers of the car didn't immediately move out of the
speed lane. I had the hazard lights blinking, head lights on bright, a heavy
hand on the horn, speed odometer over 85mph, one bump warning, two bump
warning, the third bump was a full throttled thrust from my 457high power
engine. Each car skidded counter clock wise out of the of the speed lane left
onto the edge of the medium banging against the metal guard rail.
In my
state of mind I was in I thought I was being the "Good Samaritan,"
teaching the self-centered speed lane hogs a lesson in courtesy driving. I was
on an emergency errand to the FBI agency in Longview to tell them of the
corruption, top to bottom, in the Washington State Police Dept. I was in a
manic bipolar state seeing bright brilliant colors and the scene looked to me
as if the police chasing me were cartoon people, something like in the movie,
“Rodger Rabbit.” I purposely drove over the tire shredder when I reached the
Longview exit, thinking it was being put there by little rubber video projected
cartoon. The tire shredder didn't evaporate like I expected it would. The
police, the shredder was the real world. My van went from a hundred miles an
hour to zero in about 6 seconds, tires flat, and brakes on.
Evidently a long bed logging transport
tractor trailer truck driver, having been talking to the police on his CB,
pulled his loaded logging truck across my intended exit. I drove into a funnel
of the logging truck’s fully loaded trailer and the guard rail, coming to a
crunching stop. The trip was over. My van was angled at 45 degrees, full rest. My
custom built mini super charged engine RV was totaled. It lay tilting on its
side, the top half hanging over the guard rail. Engine, tires and all.
Additionally, there lay thirty five miles
of scattered wreckage from seven cars I had pushed off Interstate I-15.
I
crawled across the inside passenger door on my hands and knees to the open
window, still in a manic state of mind. The passenger side window was down as I
had been waving my hand thumbs up at the courteous drivers, or giving the bird
to bad drivers. I dropped out of the open window a long way down through the
open window into a dried swamp patch of cattails edged with pussy willows. I
thought part of their plan was to set me up for a lobotomy. I was yelling, threatening
two big cops and telling them how much trouble they were getting into by
messing with me. My van was towed to the
(2)
police impound lot to be held for evidence. I laid strapped
down, unconscious, in an ambulance on its way to the Longview city hospital.
Five months
later after my temporary supervised release, not guilty by reason of temporary
insanity, the Chief of Police coheres “Karl’s Towing” into hauling the wreckage
off their lot (it was either take the wreck off the Police Impound lot or else
not get any police tow calls. Karl’s remorsefully hauled the mess away.
While I was in
jail I added the swat team as being corrupt because they laz-e red me on my
cheek bone next to my eye (I could have been blinded that is reality). The whole
affair was my first and last experience with a manic episode
In the event,
I was charged with seven felony counts and fourteen misdemeanors, all accumulated
in less than thirty minutes. One hundred and thirty-seven days passed between
the times of the crash until I left the county jail in Vancouver Washington in
my street clothes. 137 days! Over four and a half months (4.57 to be exact). I
was hospitalized in Tacoma, Washington. Jailed a second time in Vancouver for
thirty more days. Up the embankment I was dragged. The police sat me handcuffed
behind my back at the guard rail surrounded by dozens of uniformed, scraggy
plain clothes detectives, a sparse mix of suits and ties, and a helicopter
discretely hovering off to the side of the scene. I was shouting to the slowly
passing cars in the near lane, defying the police, refusing to give up my
driver's license, another misdemeanor.
The ambulance
arrived. I was strapped onto a stretcher injected and passed out.
I can still
remember every little detail from the time I left Portland up to when the
ambulance arrived. I passed out and driven to a hospital in Vancouver for
overnight observation. The next three days I spent confined in the county jail
in Vancouver prior to my arraignment.
Finally, three
months later almost to the day, while I was in the Washington. State Mental
Correction Center undergoing a ninety day evaluation the Judge had ordered at
my arraignment, I woke up at 5:30 am. My paranoia was mostly gone away needless
to say it was one of the happiest days of my life!
Never have I experienced clinical
hallucinations, heard voices or had long depression periods; common symptoms associated in
bipolar, and schizophrenia patients which baffled all the doctors and interns
during my 5 months incarceration.
One psychrist recorded a diagnosis that
surprised me. He wrote he thought I was faking it. No way jay. I just got
better no one knew why and my temporary insanity plea was accepted by the court
so I was able to go to trial. And was released into the custody of a
Psychologist, who just so happened to be my daughter, Natalie the Psychologist
the court appointed me. She determined a day or two after the Judge released me
into her cussity that my problem was a thyroid imbalance. Treatment began a fewdays after I was stable enough to be arraigned. The Judge
ordered a 90 day evaluation at Tacoma Washington, the other end of the state
from Clark County. Unfortunately for me there was a waiting list at Tacoma
correction, and the jail personnel, noting I had seven felonies put me in the
hold. I was the only one in the whole state of Washington. One month of jail of
solitary confinement. My therapist later told me that the first two or three
weeks I used a thread bare blanket for a magic shield and walked around naked
all day.
Anyway, after one
month in solitary and a weight loss of 33 pounds. (158lbs to l25 lbs.) My son
Mark hired a psychologist who wrote in his diagnosis I was being treated
in-humane. An hour later over central control C Tower, I was told to "Turn
in my bed roll, sign out, and stand outside the security cell. I was being
transported to Tacoma Correction." I was taken in a police van to Western
State Correction Hospital for the 90 days evaluation ordered by the judge at my
arrangement. At the correction hospital.
THE
ROAD
I’ve been doin’some hard traveling
I thought you’d want to know
I’ve been doin’ some hard ramin’
Along
the road.
I’ve been doin’some hard travelin’
I thought you'd want to know.
I was given five months for the trouble I’ve caused
All along the road.
I’ve been doin’some hard liven
In corrections for what I caused
I thought you'd want to know.
I was given five months for the trouble I’ve caused
To be continued…
DR KARL WALLACE D.D.S. To
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