| Who is Clayton Waagner? Who is John Brown? Today, we comment again on current events and provide a little history for our readers. You may have heard the news last week (11/29/2001) that Clayton Waagner claimed responsibility for mailing hundreds of anthrax hoax letters to women’s abortion clinics and Planned Parenthood facilities. Recall that following the Sept 11th attacks on America, letters containing anthrax were mailed to the media and members of our government. Then, riding the coattails of the terrorist attacks for an obviously personal agenda, the FBI reported the following on Clayton Waagner:|
A Brief History of Clayton Waagner
Returning to Clayton Waagner, there are those who back his view and hope he succeeds, but it is fortunately a tiny, tiny percentage of the population. Even if opposed to abortion, murdering people is not an ethical and responsible solution. It is truly an ironic contradiction that it could be morally wrong to kill (i.e. abortion) which is even a supposed commandment of the Lord, yet it is O.K. and the will of God to kill abortion clinic workers.
Quotes from Clayton Waagner
Now, who is John Brown?Rev. Donald Spitz (of Pro-Life Virginia) refers to Clayton Waagner as the soul and spirit of John Brown. He was the 1800’s fanatical abolitionist who was convinced God had called him to fight slavery. He spent his whole life trying to end it. He resorted to violence on two occasions, once killing pro-slavery settlers in Kansas and later at his famous raid on Harper’s Ferry. In his final speech to the court during his Virginia trial, John Brown asserted his firm belief in what he viewed as a higher law than United States law as it existed in 1859. You will recognize this picture from your history books. This picture was altered by the “Army of God” to produce the image at the top of this page with Clayton Waagner’s face superimposed.
Full text of the Letter posted on June 18, 2001 at 04:23:07 PM by Clay Waagner
Thank you for your support, both in your prayers and in your words of encouragement. Both have meant a great deal to me. I cannot adequately express just how much I appreciate you all.
The Lord has worked many miracles in my life since February 22nd. Most I cant share with you at this time, as I cant afford to give away too much as far as where I’ve been and what I’ve been through. But I can talk about what the Lord did to free me.
I’ve read several accounts of my escape and they all seem to make it seem as if it was simple luck. To state what is obvious to all of you…it was not luck! From the day of my arrest, I knew in my heart that God would free me. I knew He would give me another chance to complete that which I’d failed. I felt like Jonah on the way to Nineveh: the Jail was my whale, but it would spit me out to go where God had sent me.
The jail is a high-security facility designed to hold dangerous federal prisoners in pre-trial confinement. Most federal prisoners have drug cases and most receive sentences of 15 years or more. All most all would escape given the opportunity. In the eight-year history of that jail, I’m the only one to succeed. The door they say I opened with a plastic comb was a high-security device. I spent nine straight months trying to open that door with no success. Though I had no idea what was behind the door, the Lord had laid it on my heart that it was my path to freedom.
I fasted, prayed, and wept before the Lord, but hard as I tried I could not budge the door. Yet I knew it was the way out. I’d lost my trial, and sentencing was getting close. Soon I’d be moved to a maximum-security federal prison, so I prayed even harder. I stopped trying to open the door and sought the Lord on how to open it. I’d get so pumped up as I prayed and worshipped Him that I would walk up to the door and shout at it to open in Jesus’ Name. But nothing.
Then one day the Lord answered my prayers. He simply told me how to get the door open. It was like a word of knowledge. After nine months of failing to open the door, I knew exactly how to do it. I won’t go into details now, but it wasn’t with a plastic comb. The lock wasn’t faulty. It was quite secure. But the manner in which the Lord showed me to open it was very simple. So simple that I’m sure it left the authorities in dismay that it had not been done before. I’m sure locks of this design have already been changed in jails all across the country.
Once through the door I gained access into a crawl space between the cells and the roof. I worked for more than a week at cutting a hole through the steel roof. There was no light and I could only work for a half-hour at a time, so going was slow. But the real problem was that I was making so much noise that I knew I’d be discovered before getting through. So again I sought the Lord. I knew there was an easy way through the roof. I just knew it in my heart. So I stopped working and prayed. When I went back into the crawl space on the afternoon of February 22nd I heard the sound dripping water. Again, it was totally dark, so I followed the sound until I found the drain. It was faulty. The drain was secured by four, 3/4” bolts that I was able to remove with my fingers. I pushed it through and saw daylight.
Waiting till dark was difficult, but I waited. The news said the low for that night would be 18 degrees, but I could not wait. I read the hole was 17 1/4”, which I believe. I’m a big guy and had a great deal of trouble fitting through the small hole. To do so I had to strip down to nothing. It was cold on my naked body when I made it through to the open night air, but nothing had ever felt so good.
Again, I won’t go through all the details, but I took off on foot across country. This area is all open farmland with no woods that I could find. I believed they would figure I would jump the trail that ran right by the jail, so I did not. Instead I walked for what I believe to be 17 to 20 miles across open ground. To get out of town I had to cross a broad stream. Remember that it’s 18 degrees. I don’t think they expected I’d do that in the extreme cold. I know I was wishing I hadn’t within a few minutes.
At dawn I laid down in a thin line of trees that separated two large fields. I fell asleep and was awaken by the distinctive sound of tracking dogs braying. I tried to get up but couldn’t move. With everything in me I tried to roll over and crawl, but I could not. I was freezing to death. The dogs got closer and began circling me, howling like made. There were two dogs and they both had heavy-duty work collars. Though I couldn’t move, I could talk, so I began talking to the dogs, trying to soothe them. After ten minutes or so one came up close and sniffed me, then allowed me to pet its nose. They stopped barking, but continued sniffing at my back trail and me. Eventually they left. To this day I don’t know if those were police tracking dogs that became separated from their handlers, or a farmers hounds that tracked me. It was so cold out, I doubt a farmer would have such expensive dogs running loose, but I don’t know. What I do know was that when darkness came I was able to stand and walk again.
As has been well published, I’m pretty good in the woods. I have an ability to know north from south at all times. It has never let me down…until now. I continued north and traveled through the night until I came upon what I was sure was the town of Bloomington, IL. So imagine my surprise when I slipped into the town under cover of darkness only to see a sign that said “Welcome to Clinton”. The same town I’d escaped from. I was less than a mile from the jail I’d escaped from 30 hours earlier. As is known I stole a truck in the morning and the chase was on. Four police cruisers made me in the first ten minutes (could have been the same one, but I had four short chases). I got away from them, and for the next 12 hours did not even see a police car. Which is pretty amazing considering how hard they were looking.
A newspaper quote tells what they think of their inability to catch me that day:
“Every police cruiser in central Illinois was on the road and looking for one truck, one man,” Harmening said. “The odds of someone avoiding that kind of pressure boggles the mind. We have no theories.” “He is probably one of the smartest fugitives we have ever tracked and undoubtedly the luckiest,” said Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening.
No, I suppose they don’t have any theories. But I do. My God has called me to a task, He freed me and He protected me. They say I’m smart and lucky because it is all they understand. But I will state what you fellow believers already know. I am anointed and called to be God’s Warrior. And in that call I am protected by THE MOST HIGH GOD.
Many of you have no doubt wondered what happened to me in the past four months. Well I didn’t leave the country or go to the beach. I have been preparing and equipping myself for battle. Please remember that I escaped dressed in orange pajamas. I had to start over with no money and dressed as a pumpkin. I was also injured severely during my escape. I could barely walk for the first month and even now I don’t have full use of one of my hands. Add to these disadvantages the unbelievable pressure that has been put on me by my pursuers. They have been extremely proactive in the search for me and I have felt the pressure of that search. Up till now I have focused on preparing for battle while trying to stay alive.
Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening, who is head of the task force chasing me, has said that they don’t worry about me attacking clinics until I settle. He has correctly surmised that I have been constantly on the move. What he didn’t know is that while on the move I was gathering intel on abortionist as well as assembling the tools I would need to wage war.
Harmening also correctly figured I’d be dangerous once I settled in somewhere. Well guess what? I’m settled in. I have a very secure safe-house and I have all the weapons and tools that I need. It took nearly four months for me to get to this point, but thanks to some very generous bank financing, I am at long last ready.
The government of the most powerful country in the world considers me a terrorist. That label set me aback at first. Then it struck me: They’re right. I am a terrorist. To be sure, I’m a terrorist to a very narrow group of people, but a terrorist just the same. As a terrorist to the abortionist, what I need to do is envoke terror. Thus the reason I’m posting this letter. I wish to warn them that I’m coming. Sure they’re on alert, but in their back rooms they all agree that I’m not really after them. They slap each other on the back and say I’m just a criminal that will either lay low or leave the country now that I’m free. This letter is to put them on notice: I will not leave the county and I will not try to start a new life under another name. You have my word on that. God did not rescue me from life in prison for my pleasure. He freed me that I might lay down my life for His will. He freed me to make war on His enemy. He freed me to make war on those who profit from the merciless murder of His children. And a war it shall be.
I do not believe I will live long enough to see this war to its end, but I do believe I will see it become charged. I believe that is my mission, to charge the war. I believe God will use me to escalate the war and increase the awareness of the tragedy in the minds of His people.
So the abortionist doesn’t get the wrong idea, I don’t plan on talking them to death. I’m going to kill as many of them as I can. I will use every talent I have and draw on every resource I can get my hands on. I consider this a war and in war there are few rules. One of the rules that I’m changing from those that came before me is that I’m not targeting the abortion doctor. I have discovered the hard way just how difficult these “doctors” are to get to. They have the money to buy heavy protection and they use it well. No, I’m leaving the big guys alone. I’m going after every one else. Anyone who works at an abortion location or Planned Parenthood (I don’t care if their location actually performs abortions or not. ALL Planned Parenthood locations are targets.). It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a nurse, receptionist, bookkeeper, or janitor, if you work for the murderous abortionist I’m going to kill you.
Part2 IP: 220.127.116.11 Posted on June 18, 2001 at 04:23:07 PM by Clay Waagner
The one thing I did have after my escaped was all the data I’d compiled in my previous battle. For four months in 1999 I had focused on compiling data on abortionist. The data included names, addresses, and pictures. I had hidden the data on the Internet and was pleased to find it after my escape. Since my escape I have added to the list. One of the things I’ve done is to follow abortionist employees home. They all feel somewhat safe inside their fortress/clinic, but not at home. The doctors have protection that makes them difficult to follow once they leave their lair, but their $10.75 an hour employee does not. The employees have proven easy to follow home and easy to compile data on. These are the people who should worry about me. These are the people who need to get their heart right with their maker, whom they are about to meet.
For the abortionist employee who doesn’t want to believe this, call Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening and ask him about the number of miles I put on the vehicles I stole. I’ll guess 40,000 miles plus. I’m sure they were shocked at the mileage. I didn’t travel that much in a stolen car with no driver’s license for the joy of travel. I traveled those miles while visiting your work place and following you home. I don’t know where all of you live. But I do know where forty-two of you live. The US Marshal Service could protect you if they knew which forty-two are on my list, but of course they don’t. More on this latter…I’ll drop you guys a note and we’ll get this terrorism thing started in earnest.
A STORM IS GATHERING. YOU CAN HEAR ITS DISTANT RUMBLINGS, BUT NO ONE KNOWS WHOM IT WILL STRIKE. BUT BE SURE, IT WILL STRIKE.
Back to my friends and allies: God has done a mighty thing, but it has only just begun. Great things are to follow. The search for me will increase, of that I’m sure. If you want to help me, please be diligent in your prayer support for me. Pray for protection, sure, but also ask our Lord to give me wisdom. This is a war fought with violence, but it will be won only with great wisdom. Also pray that every one I kill causes a hundred to quit.
As a sidebar, I’d like to clarify something. I was surprised to read that the Secret Service had tightened security around President Bush because I’d been spotted seventy miles away. I do not hate the government of the United States of America. Nor would I harm President Bush, even if I could. President Bush hates abortion as I do. Though our methods of combating this crime are different, I’m confident that he will do everything in his power to stop the murderous practice. Ultimately, I believe President Bush could be instrumental stopping abortion. I would never harm this man.
I hope you guys understand why I haven’t called or dropped by for coffee. America’s Most Wanted reported that the search for me is the largest manhunt in U.S. Marshal Service history. Given the history and age of the U.S. Marshal Service, that’s quite a statement. So where is all this manpower going? Sure they’re watching my house. I’ve driven by there. They’ve set up shop in my neighbors house, even keep a chase car in his garage. But that doesn’t take a lot of manpower. I have no trusted friends that I’d approach and they cant possibly anticipate where I’d be the next day. Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening was quoted in one article saying that they don’t have a clue where to look next. They haven’t been watching the clinics very close. I know this because I’ve been watching them close and I saw no U.S. Marshals nor did any U.S. Marshals see me. So where is all this manpower that constitutes the “largest manhunt in U.S. Marshal Service history”? I’ll tell where it is. Look out your window. If you’re reading this you’ve most likely been labeled as an anti-abortionist extremist. I believe the U.S. Marshal Service has used the hunt for me as an excuse to do battle against the movement. To get a wiretap they need a good reason. I’m the reason. When you think it through, there is no other valid answer as to how the hunt for me can be the “largest manhunt in U.S. Marshal Service history”. So be careful what you say on the phone, even on your cell phone (as I learned the hard way) and be careful what you write in your email. I have no doubt they are trying to put together a RICO or conspirisy case against you. So please, be very careful what you say. It is easier than you think for them to find you guilty in a federal court.
Enough for now. Those of you whom I’ve written from jail know I can be long-winded in my letters. And on that note, I want to thank Donald S, Linda W, and Dave L for your letters and encouragement while in jail. Dave, do you remember writing in your newsletter that, “If Clay Waagner really is God’s warrior, then God will provide a way for him to continue”, or something like that? Well, it was a prophetic statement.
Oh yeah, Donald, it was with some trepidation that I selected “Speak with Clay Waagner” on your message board. I knew I’d not left any voice messages anywhere, so my curiousity was tweaked. I half expected my cell phone to ring when I selected the icon. (Not really as my cell phone’s battery is always removed.) When I saw what you’d put up I got my first real laugh in some time. I needed a good laugh. Thanks, friend.
Ethical Atheist, 12/3/2001