Jim Jim "James Chasse"

Jim Jim was beaten to death by the Portland police last week.
September 17, 2006.

Unarmed
he was tazed, kicked in the head, beaten,
jumped on, and hog tied.
And then he "mysteriously" died in police custody.

The Sad Facts
Jim's toxicology came back clean
no drugs - alcohol.
All 17 of his ribs were broken.
His lung was punctured.
He suffered head trauma from being kicked while he was on the ground.
He was not taken to a hospital, but to jail.
He died in the back of the squad car.

Medical Examiner Reports: James Chasse was bludgeoned to death.

Witnesses claim excessive force was used.

It would seem that the police would have known
that Jim Jim was disabled since he spent
so much time on the streets.

So far the PDX police claim that his death is
Justified!

I first met Jim Jim in late 1977 when he was 14.
He was amazingly intelligent and creative.

It is so rare to meet someone his age that
has such a depth of spirit and insight that age
has no boundaries or equations but gives you a
sense of timelessness.
It is hard to put into words without sounding metaphysical,
but in my mind I felt as if I was in the presence of someone
who had lived several very intense lifetimes.

We quickly became good friends and I introduced him to
many friends in PDX's music flock, where he took root
and quickly became a part of many peoples lives.
He was loved by many and will be missed.

Jim Jim's conversations with me and his powerful
sense of vision painted uncanny, powerful visions
in my head that became a huge influence for a few songs
that were later recorded for the "Is This Real?" LP.

Jim started to suffer from schizophrenia his late teens.
He started to live on the streets and grew distant
from his friends.

When he was around 17 or 18 he started telling me about
strange things he was starting to see and hear.
At first I didn't think too much about it, thinking that
his powerful imagination might just be going
through a phase.
Also, it's not uncommon for people with his level
of insight to be sort of a window or doorway
into another dimension.

In the early 70's I worked at a downtown movie theater
that was haunted, but did not know it at the time I started

The person that I replaced told me of voices in his head
and soon after that went crazy and ended up
in a mental institution diagnosed with schizophrenia.

After working at the theater a few weeks I noticed
that some very strange events were occurring.

Soon after, I did some research and found that the
theater was build over a late 1800's cemetery.
This made sense to me since there was more
than one spook hanging around.

If I didn't have an understanding of the possibility of
other worlds or dimensions I might have gone
crazy myself.

Instead I played music for them on the theaters piano
and would not let anything they did get into my head.
I ignored most of their pranks
and they left me alone somewhat.

I wondered if the person I replaced really had a disorder
or was he driven crazy.

Who would ever believe you anyway!.

Whatever was haunting the theater defiantly tried
to get into your head.

In Jim Jim's case, his mind was quickly taken over
and to this day I wonder if it was a disorder or
something else.

I hope there will be justice for Jim Jim.
Are we now living in a police state?.
This is how the SS treated undesirables.