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On August 2, 1965, William
Benitez, an inmate at Arizona State Prison jumped down from his double bunk in
the old cellblock where he was housed and made the following notation on his
wall calendar: “Decision to set up Narcotic Foundation.” He also circled the
18th of the same month, his target date to approach prison officials to request
permission to set up a Drug rehabilitation program inside the prison walls.
Officials denied permission for the following six months. Mr. Benitez’s request
to start a program consisting of twenty convicted drug addicts caused concern
to officials who feared such a program might pose a security problem (such
programs were rare in prisons during that decade). Officials had little reason
to believe that the request of a habitual drug addict and repeatedly convicted
felon would result in one of the nation’s most successful rehabilitation
programs for substance abusers.
Mr. Benitez persisted and finally assured officials the program was needed and
would not pose a threat to the safe and orderly operation of the prison. After
being allowed to start the program on a trial basis, he founded the Narconon
program (NARCOtics-NONe) on February 19, 1966.
Today, the Narconon program has spread from that one program in Arizona State
Prison to include community programs in many states and countries such as
Denmark, Italy, Holland, Germany, France, Sweden, Spain, Canada, Russia,
Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Mexico, Colombia, Switzerland, New Zealand, South Africa,
Ghana, the United Kingdom, Australia, Indonesia, Taiwan, Argentina and Brazil.
Until he died from a sudden illness in 1999, Mr. Benitez was a Hearing Officer
with the Arizona Department of Corrections, the same system which once kept him
under lock and key. Below, he tells his own story:
I started smoking pot in 1947, when I was thirteen. Then I went on to injecting
opium and other drugs when I was about fifteen. I started to get into trouble
and was arrested for various crimes, so I decided to join the Marines to see if
I could get away from drugs. Instead, I ended up getting arrested on drug
charges during the Korean conflict, received a military court martial and was
discharged as undesirable.
In the following years, I kept trying to stay away from drugs. Sometimes I
could stay clean for a short while, then I would go right back on the needle
again. I carried the monkey for about eighteen years, and it cost me thirteen
calendar years of being locked up. In addition to doing time in the Marines, I
did a Federal prison term and also was convicted three times in Arizona state
courts.
On my last trip to prison, I pled guilty on December 22, 1964 to possession of
narcotics. Because I was being sentenced as a habitual offender, the sentence
called for a mandatory fifteen years, and up to life. I remember speaking to
one court official and telling him how I was still going to leave drugs alone
and maybe even start a drug program. I remember his words so well: “The best
thing to do with guys like you, after the first time, is take you behind a
building and do you and everyone else a favor and put you out of your misery.”
My attorney arranged for me to go before the judge just before Christmas,
feeling that the spirit of the holiday might be in my favor. It may have
worked. I made my plea to the judge telling him of all the attempts I had made
over the years to stop using drugs, such as joining the Marines, committing
myself to hospitals for psychiatric care and therapy on several occasions,
isolating myself in mining towns in a personal attempt to kick the habit, and
even how two marriages had not helped me straighten up. I told him that in
spite of all those failures, I was still going to make it and was going to find
a solution to my problem, that I had not yet quit. He must have believed there
was still a spark of hope for me. He sentenced me to the mandatory fifteen
years, but instead of running it to life, he made the term fifteen to sixteen
years.
After arriving at prison, a friend of mine gave me some reading material to
keep me occupied while I was in the Orientation Cellblock pending transfer to
general population. Among the material was an old, tattered book, Fundamentals
of Thought, by L. Ron Hubbard. I had heard of his writings when I previously
served a ten-year sentence at Arizona State Prison, but had never read them. I
had always been an avid reader of books dealing with human behavior. Yet, this
small book impressed me more than anything else I had ever read before. I read
it over and over and then purchased additional books by Mr. Hubbard and studied
them very carefully during the following year, even into the late hours of the
night in my cell.
The material identified human abilities and their development. I was amazed I
had never run across such workability within a multitude of other works I had
studied over the years. I’m not a gullible person when it comes to accepting
new or different approaches or ideas. If they work, fine. Otherwise, throw them
out the window. They either work or they don’t. I was tired of experimenting
with so many ideas and philosophies, many having credence only because some
“authority” had written them.
What impressed me the most about [Hubbard’s] materials was that they concentrated
not only on identifying abilities, but also on methods (practical exercises) by
which to develop them. I realized that drug Addiction was nothing more than a
“disability,” resulting when a person ceases to use abilities essential to
constructive survival.
I found that if a person rehabilitated and applied certain abilities, that
person could persevere toward goals set, confront life, isolate problems and
resolve them, communicate with life, be responsible and set ethical standards,
and function within the band of certainty.
I finally realized I had developed the essential abilities needed to overcome
my drug problem. Feeling myself on safe ground, I knew I had to make this
technology available to other addicts in the prison. I thought back over the
years of all the junkies I had shot up with, and remembered their most
treasured conversation, “One of these days I’m going to quit.” I had found the
means and was going to share it with them. That’s when I made the decision real
by writing it down on my calendar page in my cell.
So effective was the technology I had learned, that I experienced a freedom
long lost to me. The tall prison walls became only temporary barriers. I
realized that my 6x8 foot cell was all that I needed as a command post. Even
back then, I knew Narconon would reach international proportions, and even
wrote an article on it in 1967, “The Purpose of Narconon.”
The program was sanctioned by the warden, and it soon began to expand from its
original twenty members. I then started to get requests from non-addict inmates
who wanted to get into Narconon. They told me they were impressed with what
Narconon students had told them about the program and what the technology
taught. I approached the Administration for permission to include non-addicts.
At first it resisted, saying that non-addict members didn’t need the services
of Narconon, and that they might disrupt the program.
I demonstrated to officials that any person, inmate or otherwise, could benefit
from Narconon because its attention was on increasing abilities, that we had an
ethics mechanism built into the program, and that the responsibility and
involvement required of a member would soon dissuade anyone not serious about
improvement. I convinced the prison officials. The program met its expectations
so well that seven months after the beginning of Narconon, I was asked to start
another program for young offenders housed in the annex outside the prison
walls.
I then wrote to Mr. Hubbard about Narconon. He and his organizations supported
our program by donating books, tapes and course materials. We received hundreds
of letters from throughout the world validating our efforts to make drug
addiction and criminal or illegal behavior a thing of the past in our lives.
Shortly after founding the Narconon program, William Benitez researched his
court conviction and discovered he had been tried under the wrong statute and
was sentenced in excess of that prescribed by law. Upon return to court, Mr.
Benitez was advised that he could conceivably be re-sentenced to time served
and be released based on his eighteen months already served because of the
miscarriage of justice.
The Narconon program was only a few months old at that time and Mr. Benitez
believed the program would collapse if he didn’t return to complete it. Rather
than petitioning for his immediate release, he requested a smaller sentence
which would allow him to fully implement Narconon program development. The
Court re-sentenced him to four to six years, leaving him sixteen months to
serve. Mr. Benitez returned to prison and developed the program to its full
capacity. As he states, “It was the best, but toughest decision I ever made in
my life. I would have loved to walk away from that court a free man.”
The Narconon program subsequently came to the attention of the public when
reporters from the Arizona Daily Star secured permission from the warden to
interview the inmate who requested to be returned to the walls. The Star
printed a two-part series on the Narconon program in August 1966. TV Channel 10
News from Phoenix also took its cameras to the prison to interview Mr. Benitez
and members of the Narconon program and to observe its functions.
Mr. Benitez completed his prison term and was released in October 1967. He
moved to California to expand the Narconon organization and to make it
available to persons in need. Mr. Hubbard and his organizations supported the
effort, resulting in worldwide expansion.
Years later, Mr. Benitez returned to Arizona and was hired as Inmate Liaison by
former Arizona Department of Corrections Director, Ellis McDougall, in 1981.
Until his death in 1999, he served as a Hearing Officer on inmate complaints
for the Corrections Director at Central Headquarters.
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