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John Kiriakou's tally of the prisoners who died during his twenty-three months at FCI Loretto — four, all of preventable illness, two of heart attacks and two of cancer — and his account of one of them, a man he ate with daily who was given Tylenol for months before an outside x-ray found stage four spinal cancer.
Four deaths at Loretto is John Kiriakou’s count of the men who died during his twenty-three months at FCI Loretto. All four, in his account, died of preventable illness: a couple of heart attacks and two cases of cancer.[1]
The man across from the chapel
Kiriakou knew one of them. The man lived in a room directly across the hall from the chapel where Kiriakou worked, and the two sat at the same table in the cafeteria, so he would stop by to say hello.[2]
One day the man complained that his back was killing him. He had been to medical and been given Tylenol, and the Tylenol did nothing. A week or two later he was using a cane. A week or two after that, a walker. Every visit to the medical unit produced more Tylenol and a threat of a malingering shot — the disciplinary charge for claiming an illness you do not have.[2][3]
Kiriakou finally went to the chaplain, who to his credit went to the head of the medical unit and asked that the man be examined. He was taken out to a hospital, x-rayed, and found to have stage four spinal cancer. He died a few weeks later.[3][4]
The last offer
The detail Kiriakou puts last is what he calls the cherry on top. Nights before the man’s death, the warden came to his room and said he would approve a compassionate release if the prisoner signed an agreement not to sue the Bureau of Prisons. He refused to sign, and died in his bunk in prison.[4]
Kiriakou is careful that the point is systemic rather than local: this was not specific to Loretto and not specific to one prisoner. It is, he says, typical of medical care in prisons across the country.[5]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
