Rotting in the Bangkok Hilton: The Gruesome True Story of a Man Who Survived Thailand's Deadliest Prison

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Copyright © 2012 by T. M. Hoy
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            Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Hoy, T. M.
  Rotting in the Bangkok Hilton : the gruesome true story of a man who survived Thailand’s deadliest prison / T.M. Hoy.
    p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-61608-688-6 (hardcover : alk. paper)
1. Hoy, T. M. 2. Prisoners--Thailand--Bangkok--Biography. 3. Prisoners, Foreign--
Thailand--Bangkok--Biography. 4. Prisons--Thailand--Bangkok--Biography. 5. Criminal justice, Administration of--Thailand--Bangkok. I. Title.
HV9800.55.Z8B3623 2011
365’.6092--dc23
[B]
                    2011045688
Printed in the United States of America

Contents

Foreword

My Death Haiku

Court Dates in Hell

A Day in the Life—Chiang Mai Remand Prison

The Nicest Guy

A True Stoic

A Day in the Life—Bang Kwang

The Editor’s Arsenal

The Warlord

The Samurai

Why Tim Went Mad

A Thai Delicacy

Just an Owl

An Open Door

Sharon Stone Gets Married

On-the-Job Training

When Eddie Broke the Bank

A Family Reunion

Course of Treatment

The Storm

Held for Ransom

Journey to Ixtlan

The Shaman

Afterword

Foreword

P
eople will write a book for many reasons. I wrote this one to earn my way out of prison. The profits from this book should be enough to pay the bribe required to secure a pardon and to hire a lawyer to see that it is honored in the United States. In a full circle of irony, my hellish time in Thai prison, in written form, may release me.

My perspective has changed dramatically since I was first incarcerated in Thailand, and these stories reflect that change. They are purged of bitterness, hatred, and a range of emotions that dominated my experience. Memory is a fluid, transient thing, forever shifting the mind’s contents in unpredictable ways. Within the limitations of my porous, fallible recall, and subject to the new filters acceptance and closure have placed over my inner eye, these stories are as true as I could make them.

The stories themselves are the memories which are most insistent; the things that refused to be banished from my consciousness. When I think of them, each story is accompanied by a host of others, like a flock of birds harrying a fisherman’s loaded net. Those innumerable moments of bright,
shining evil must remain in obscurity; I have neither the patience nor inclination to commit more of them to writing.

It is a curious feature of humans that pain and misery, lived vicariously, are enormously popular. For a time, we breathe deeply and absorb the suffering of others, knowing all the while that whatever our troubles may be, they seem far less than those of the characters we follow on the pages in our hands.

Enjoy this collection of humiliation, degradation, fear, and agony. But remember, as Nietzsche so wisely noted; when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

T. M. Hoy

October 2003

Tucson, Arizona

My Death Haiku

C
hiang Mai Remand Prison in northern Thailand is a small place, far too small for the immensity of sorrow and misery it contained. Its whitewashed brick outer walls enclosed a square space about the size of a football field. Of the seven main buildings within the walls, two were used by the prison administrators and guards as office space, and another two were solidly constructed, two-story concrete dormitories for ‘permanent’ prisoners. The remaining two buildings—built on stilts—held the bulk of the prisoners. The upper floor housed the pre-trial inmates; the ground floors were reserved for the extensive furniture factories consuming illegally logged teak. The seventh building was the ‘hospital,’ a barren two-story box used as storage for the dead and dying, bereft of any medical care.

This orderly prison, laid out as a series of rectangular structures, a legacy of the Japanese occupation during WWII, was crowded with more than four times the number of prisoners for which it was designed. 1,300 men were crammed into a space intended to hold barely 300.

Overcrowding was the least of its deficiencies compared to the host of other horrors it held; the incessant roar of poorly maintained wood saws
and grinders worked from dawn till dusk, shredding nerves and yielding migraine headaches daily.

The toxic fumes from the wood lacquering workshops engulfed the compound with poisonous air, leaving lungs on fire and people choking for breath.

The utter absence of medical care; the clever, vicious torments practiced by the guards; the bestially bad food—all combined to qualify the prison for a prominent spot in one of the lower circles of Hell.

Permeating everything, a malign presence, was the tropical climate. It smothered you in a hot, wet blanket of humidity and left you a limp, soggy rag. In the rainy season, molds and mildews sprang from the walls, and flu-like viruses became epidemic. By contrast, the dry season drained non-natives of energy, the sun knocking you prostrate.

Bad as it was, none of this concerned me greatly. I was busy grappling with the fact that I was dying.

There was little doubt that I would die, it was only a question of when. I hadn’t eaten in two weeks; and this—compounded by the dysentery brought on by drinking the foul river water given to prisoners—had reduced me to a stick figure, a loose bag of bones.

The ‘food’ provided twice a day by the prison officials for prisoners consisted of ‘rice’ and ‘soup.’ The rice was the sticky or glutinous variety and was served as either rock-hard bricks or crawling with maggot-like weevils. Local farmers donated the rice for a tax write-off and gave the prison the rice used for animal feed that had gone bad with rot or insect infestation.

The ‘soup’ was another fraudulent scheme run by the thrifty prison administrators who pocketed the government-allocated food budget. The prison had a contract with the peasants who were employed to clean a local farmer’s market site. They swept up the fish entrails and bones, along with all the litter and rotten vegetables into rusty fifty-gallon barrels. Instead of
dumping it, they dropped these off at the prison, where the contents were poured into cauldrons and boiled. The resultant swill was served as ‘soup.’

The only alternative to prison food was a small private kitchen run by enterprising Chinese—Thai prisoners. It occupied a room next to the guards’ offices and cooked simple dishes: fried rice, noodles; and carried bread and muffins in from a nearby bakery. Unfortunately, they delighted in torturing foreigners, and the only food I was allowed to purchase were three banana bread muffins per day. The guards had decided to cut off even that meager food supply, and starvation became inevitable.

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