I was in this program (Samoa) when i was 17.
It was an odd way to be dealt with as a child.
I wasn’t there very long, and thought that the Brightway Adolescent Hospital in St George Utah that served as a classification center for the corporations that owned these separate programs for profit that harmed children in countless ways.
Not only was it very cult-like in the most off the wall ways, it was very dehumanizing.
I remember being one of the “older” kids in the program and feeling really bad for the kids that were a lot younger who were preyed on by just about everyone in the place.
When i was sent to western Samoa, i considered running when i was at the airport in hawaii but knew i wouldn’t get far with no money or way to live.
Once i got to Samoa i remember realizing that i could never escape from there.
I got pretty withdrawn and wouldn’t participate in the daily activities.
Unlike most kids , i had my GED so didn’t need to be “in school” like most of them did everyday.
I finally started to play the programs game because without that you cannot eat or get any privacy for showering or the restroom.
And the food was inedible.
The privacy issues would be illegal in America.
There was 2 toilets for 60 kids to use.
They would make us fill up bags of sands and carry them to other side of the cove and dump them out and repeat.
This was called work duty every morning.
Its was pointless basically , just torture.
I had contracted a serious viral infection when i was there and was basically left to die.
I had to literally assault a staff member to be seen by Brian, who was the head Samoan who was an american.
It was a long time ago but i one day realized how i could get my parents to stop going along with it and that was to ignore them.
I only wrote one letter and then refused after that.
We got to leave the grounds of the camp when we got to a certain level and it was to get out of there and break up the monotony of basically being incarcerated and to eat something besides ramen noodles and for most people, getting a phone call to call your parents was the thing.
I never called once.
I refused to speak to either one of my parents.
It eventually worked because my parents took me out of the program in march when i was supposed to remain there until i turned 18 and that was like 5 more months down the line.
I basically got my time cut in half by outsmarting my psycho parents.
Others weren’t as lucky.
DECLARATION UNDER PENALTY OF PERJURY
PURSUANT TO 28 USCA 1746
I, James B. declare and state as follows:
Name of Program:
Paradise Cove
Location of Program:
Western Samoa
Period of Internment (MM/YY to MM/YY)
11/01/1994 to 03/06/1995
I give WWASPSurvivors permission to use this statement. I declare under penalty of perjury that the foregoing is true and correct. Executed on(date: MM/DD/YY):
10/01/19
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