Dr. Victor Selyutin - execution doctor during Amos King execution

yes, some russian medicine ...

Sent: Saturday, January 13, 2007 9:34 PM

Subject: Re: Dr. Victor Selyutin - execution doctor during Amos King execution

A gynecologist...just what these poor souls need.

Sent: Saturday, January 13, 2007 12:31 AM

Subject: Dr. Victor Selyutin - execution doctor during Amos King execution

http://www.engaged-zen.org/articles/Kobutsu-Lynching.html

Amos King execution - info on the russian doctor

A minute later his chest stopped moving, several minutes passed and at 6:42
a man in a lab coat came out from behind the curtain at the rear of the chamber.
The man checked Amos' heart beat with a stethoscope, then he returned behind
the curtain.

Then Dr. Victor Selyutin the second man also dressed in a white medical lab coat
came out, checked Amos for a heart beat with a stethoscope
and then checked his eyes.

Dr. Selyutin then looked toward Assistant Warden Allen Clark and nodded.

http://lethal-injection-florida.blogspot.com/2006/12
/florida-execution-doctor-no-more.html

Lethal Injection: The Florida execution doctor
- NO MORE FLORIDA ..

The Florida execution doctor - NO MORE FLORIDA SECRECY. Some seconds later he said some things that we could not hear. I was stunned and spontaneously said ... lethal-injection-florida.blogspot.com/2006/12/ florida-execution-doctor-no-more.html - 64k - Cached - Similar p We again fell into a spontaneous zazen space and sat for quite some time. The traffic in the area increased as men came in and out of the execution chamber. The tension was palpable toward the last hour we were to be together. I had not been watching the time so much only focusing on Amos when the Chaplain came over, leaned down and quietly told me that we only had a half hour left together. I felt anxious and I knew Amos was feeling the tension. At one point a man in a white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging out of his pocket passed by behind us and went into the execution chamber. He actually had a sneer on his face when I caught him glancing at Amos. Amos said, "That's the Russian Doctor." I felt helpless... The Doctor was Dr. Victor Selyutin, a Russian-born gynecologist who came to this country nine years ago. Dr. Selyutin has taken part in a number of executions in the past including the murder of Allen Lee "Tiny" Davis the last execution by electric chair in Florida on July 8, 1999. I shuddered as he entered the execution chamber. The minutes passed by, at 6:10 PM there was a single telephone ring that came from the execution chamber, nothing happened. Fifteen, twenty minutes passed..... I began to wonder what was taking place. I thought that there might have been some kind of problem in setting the IV s and that they had to do a cut down procedure, cutting into his groin to locate the femoral artery. I thought he was back there suffering as some inept technician or quack doctor cut into him. The other people in the room were feeling the tension as it dragged on with no explanation forthcoming. I did zazen with great intensity. Shortly before 6:30 there was some movement in the death chamber and figures could be made out in motion through the weave of the fabric behind the curtain. I was able to determine that they had wheeled the Stryker gurney into the chamber at that point. At 6:32 with no warning the brown curtain opened in front of us revealing the bright fluorescent lighted death chamber in its entirety. Amos King was strapped to the modified gurney; the side rails (usually present to prevent the patient from falling off and which swivel down for transfer) had been removed and two arm boards had been attached to the gurney. Amos was covered with a crisp white sheet from his feet to his mid chest. The IV line feeding into his right arm was clearly visible on the diagonal board extending out from the modern Stryker hospital gurney. The pink locking hub of the peripheral vascular catheter, commonly called an angiocath, was held in place with a single piece of surgical tape. The pink color indicated that it was either a twenty gauge or an eighteen gauge angiocath (depending on the manufacturer). A large digital LED clock with bright red numerals hung high on the wall behind Amos' head. His right arm was held down with two heavy duty restraint straps and his hand had been twisted around and completely taped over with heavy surgical tape to prevent him from rolling his arm to avoid the placement of the catheter. I could not see his left arm but I assume it was prepared and restrained in the same manner. A clear tygon tube extended from the hub in Amos' arm and ran under the table to a small rectangular opening in the wall directly behind the gurney. The opening was to the right of a large one-way mirror mounted at an angle protruding from the back wall. Behind this mirror, supposedly sat an unidentified person with eight syringes who was paid one hundred and fifty dollars cash by the Department for the task of sequentially injecting eight syringes filled with lethal doses of drugs and physiological saline line clearing solution into Amos. One of the nieces of Tillie Brady started to sob at the sight. I could not help but think how witnessing the traumatic event of a highly premeditated murder would offer anything other than more stress to these women and their family. For over twenty five years they had no sense of finality in the sentencing of the person they perceived as the perpetrator in the ghastly torture and murder of their elderly aunt Tillie. As soon as the curtain opened Amos leaned up and craned his head to see into the witness room. He looked around, saw me in the front seat closest to his head. He nodded to me which I took to be a bow and I made a seated bow to him. The week before I had asked if I would be allowed to stand up briefly and bow to him once, but that was rejected. I finally capitulated to being seated, but I did manage to bow so far forward as to touch my forehead on the glass of the window. He continued looking around the room at the witnesses, straining to lean his head and shoulder up from the restraining straps on the gurney. They had one large strap coming over his left shoulder and diagonally across his chest which terminated to the gurney frame just above his waist level. Behind the gurney, dressed in formal white shirt stood Colonel Lamar Griffis; directly to my left, standing behind Amos' head was another senior officer, a large very dark complexioned Black man. Directly in front of the gurney at my right stood Assistant Warden Allen Clark, an ivory colored telephone handset with a long cord attached to a wall phone in his hand, the ear piece held to his ear. Next to him was Department of Corrections Secretary James V. Crosby, himself the former Warden of Florida State Prison and an experienced professional executioner. Next to him was a very tall man in a dark suit followed by another man in a suit and two officers in white shirts were to the rear of the chamber by the inside of the sliding steel door.