Monday, November 29, 2010

Anand Jon's Letter from Jail

I have not seen the sky in months – six, maybe seven. Kind of easy to lose track of time and yet be unbearably aware of its existence. I am awakened at around 5:30 a.m. usually and on court days (once or twice a month so far) about 4:30 a.m. and then remain in shackles while being “sergeant-escorted” to a tiny moving metal vertical coffin in a van and transported underground to the downtown court.

The time in front of the judge is the only time I am not in shackles and handcuffed. The wait in the holding tanks, usually 3 feet by 7 feet high, is among those disorienting experiences that are carved into your sensory memory, some days as long as 18 hours, surrounded in filth of both indefinable and unidentifiable sources.

Welcome to the strangest episode of my blessed life as I near one year in L.A. County jail.

There is a possibility I may not survive this ordeal. I realized this most blatantly while in a holding tank at court, the only place where you actually “interact” with another inmate with only steel bars separating you. “I’m glad we got to chat, Don Juan, ’cause based on what that detective said about you on TV, I was going to cut you,” grinned the inmate. Any doubts I had about him joking evaporated as he pulled out a homemade “shank” (jail term for “mini-knife”), which he had somehow snuck past two strip searches while being handcuffed.

The threats against me escalated over the first five months, and it got so bad that my food was being kicked around and there were all-night howling sessions and hurling sessions of substances with such aggression that it is better not discussed. One deputy demanded why I eat kosher and how it meant to him that a rabbi spit into the food as a blessing. When I was arrested, the detective’s severe racial and anti-Semitic comments echoed – the prejudice, the bigotry gave me a taste of what my ancestors endured.

Before I was moved to total solitary confinement, I was on a “high profile” row and was constantly made fun of due to my total ignorance of “crime as a culture.” A local drug pusher to the clubs who, being familiar with my case, commented, “I can see why they hate you…It’s your image and attitude. You come off as the perfect party guy, and these chicks, even if they don’t get to make it big, at least expect guys to pay for them to get high, party, and get laid, and that’s what they expect. And what do they actually get? A workaholic into passion and meditation who avoids substances and wakes up at 6:30 in the morning.”

Yoga, meditation, and the love of my family and God have sustained me as I grapple with blankets that have blood stains dried in tie-dyed patterns and battle nocturnal visits from entities that include, but are not limited to, rodents and insects (that I have not even seen in the jungles of India!). How much of it is my imagination? I’m not really sure. But the whole thing feels like a Stephen King novel turned into a movie directed by M. Night Shyamalan.

A fair trial is a wonderful concept but more of a satire in my case, based on how this has been manipulated and has been anything but fair. No one besides the parties involved (traditionally “two”) knows IF intimacy/sex even happened or much less if it was consensual or not. Wouldn’t one call 911? Get a rape kit or at least STD testing? Would anyone continue to follow, travel, live with someone who allegedly assaulted them?

How can one defend himself without access to his last eight years of life, witnesses, records, paperwork? And how is one supposed to possibly fund all of this without being able to work? The few hours that one can get a private investigator at $125/hr inside to meet, how effective can that be? All the while both hands of mine chained down to the table so I can’t even flip a page or write notes!

More ironic is the fact that none other than the very chaperone who was there to protect me, today she and her daughter are among the leaders of the pack.

A “fair trial” seems more like a “fairy tale” when ALL the exculpatory evidence has been kept hidden from the grand jury by the prosecution. When you find out about witnesses being coaxed by the detectives. Conveniently the texts and all traces of favorable evidence have “disappeared” from the cell phones and computers seized.

I realize that this is the test. While some get a trial of fire, some inherit an inferno, and all one can choose is how we face these adversities. Either we do so in despair or in dignity. A hundred lies cannot change the truth.

I do know that there is a purpose to all of this and it is beyond my own exoneration. God clearly had bigger plans for me than just influencing the hemlines, and though I can and will win this ordeal, I may not survive it, and this makes me concerned about the pain my loved ones will go through.

It is a fascinating concept that I think more about them than myself. My pencil (I only get two per week) is running out of lead, so I also learn patience. Maybe that’s what it’s all about – taming the ego and revealing love.

Love and Light,
Anand Jon

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Anand Jon Sketch @ LA Prison

An Eye Witness - Vikas

I have known Anand Jon personally and professionally since 2004.We have had problems over money and business related issues but I have never seen anything inappropriate or illegal around him.

1. In Oct 04 I was working with Anand Jon and filming our fashion show at the Four Seasons Hotel at Beverly Hills .We attended several events and there were numerous people staying with Anand Jon including myself, Rebecca Dean [Anand Jon’s personal assistant] Patrick F[Anand Jon’s business partner] ]Sanjana, Josie[ Anand Jon’s chaperone] and her daughter Melanie A, Anand Jon’s room mates Aussie and Judy all cramped up in his 2 bedroom Beverly Hills apartment. Over the few days I spent there I did not notice any one in fear or distressed including any of the models . I have seen and recognized Nichole G as one of the girls who was around Anand Jon during this period[ photo attached]

2. 2. In Feb 05 I joined Anand Jon and Patrick F to Las Vegas for business .We headed to LA and picked up a woman who was visiting Anand Jon from the airport .She accompanied Anand Jon as his date for a Tsunami Fund raiser that we had that night. Anand Jon’s new room mate Nick Ralph and his sister Erin Ralph of Luxury Fashions were co organizers of this event. Every one seems to be having a good time and I did not notice any thing unusual .Anand Jon’s date seemed fine and did not make any complaints. We all went for break fast and left together for the airport. The young woman seemed friendly and affectionate towards all of us and did not seem to have any issues with Anand Jon. There was no indication of any sexual assault.

3. I met Lori B right before July 4th 2004 at Anand Jon’s New York studio. A few months later I warned Anand Jon to be careful of Lori B as she seemed to have her own agenda. Around this period there were severe problems between all business partners, over finances and personality related issues. I met Britt Mc M AT Halloween 2005 when she attended a Charity event Anand Jon was hosting in New York. I met her along with Lori B and Melanie A again for a similar charity event in Miami in December 2005 along with her father Gerald Mc M .I am aware Gerald Mc M had made Anand Jon a partner in his company and was very keen on working with Anand Jon .There was an incident where Brit Mc M seems or consumed substances that caused her to throe up repeatedly in the Hotel room and ended up getting all of us kicked out. Anand Jon was not personally present during this incident but when he returned the following day he was upset and dropped Britt Mc M FROM HIS PROJECT .

4. Over the next 6 months the friction among all of us increased over the Wall Street funding , and business related and personality related including Anand Jon ,Patrick F Cathy Lee Jones, Richie E, Bob Stiglitch, Dave Sascans and myself. My friendship with Anand Jon deteriorated dramatically and there were several outside influences that came between us. We began to hear threats and rumors that further caused bitterness and suspicion among all of us. This friction led to some bad choices and destroyed our once healthy relationships. Anand Jon has stayed in my small apartment in Harlem in NewYork for week at a time. I have personally stayed over with him in NewYork ,LA, Miami , LasVeges Sundance etc and never seen anything in appropriate or illegal. I would like to avoid having testify in this case and hope this declaration would suffice to bring the truth out. I have known Anand Jon for a long time and despite our differences ,personality and business related issues .I know him to be a spiritual person .His attitudes may have been part of the problem but in my presence I have never witnessed or noticed any of the women that would be considered unusual or illegal