Really, I'm having a ball on this end. My mind is focused on all the wonderful things taking place.
On Sept. 21, lockdown ended. For 11 joyful days all death row prisoners were confined inside their cages. Why should anyone complain? The food is so delicious. No salt nor pepper is being placed on it - imagine the taste & flavor of it! Dirt with salt & pepper tastes better - this is what my neighbor just said the other day. Really, it's killing me just thinking about my next meal...
I ran out of stamps a few days ago, found this depressing because everyone was informed commissary cards will be picked up ight, I've 3 more days before commissary restriction - now I'll be made to go 44 days without being allowed to go to commissary instead of 30! This is just flooding me with joy.
As you can see, lockdown has placed me in the most pleasant mood anyone could ever think of.
I'm always asked to be many things while under so much. Emotionally this life inside this place injects so much (misery, anger, frustration & pain) into my mind. It all begins once I open my eyes...sometimes it's with me all through the night. I pay attention to everything, finding the best way to deal with the injections my mind is made to deal with, matters are addressed or ignored. I'd to teach myself, correct myself, advise myself - sometimes talk to myself, because there isn't anyone around for me to talk to.
Here's what happened Sept. 26: I witnessed an injustice, which isn't a surprise behind these walls. I saw Robert Woodard being tortured. This guy has been on death row since June 2001. He was placed in the dayroom for his one hour of rec and during this time he's walking around there talking to himself. For some years now, he has been acting as if he has lost his sanity, it's not possible to hold a conversation with him - whatever he expresses makes no sense. I'm no doctor, just describing how it appears to me & everyone else around him.
Anyway, once his time was up, the guards attempted to remove him from the dayroom but he became belligerent, cursing, using all kind of obscenity, vulgar & profane names toward the guards - no one knew what this guy's problem was. They informed the sergeant, who asked Woodard to come out but profanity was the answer. Then the major came and never have I witnessed such unprofessionalism & immature behavior by someone holding a high ranking position - it was clear what he had in mind when shortly thereafter the team arrived: 5 men dressed in black protected gear, helmets, face masks, knee & chest padding to protect them from the pepper gad & the use of force to remove Woodard - if force was necessary. The team, sergeant & other ranking officials positioned themselves near the door, the lieutenant, wearing a face mask pointing a 37mm gas gun at Woodard - all of this being taken in by the camera operator.At this point my view wasn't clear but a witness told me that Woodard was to submit to a proper strip search & had restraints. He removed all his clothes, kept mumbling & making strange ritualistic movements with his hands. He was told to approach the gate but for whatever reason he threw both hands in the air over his head. This is when the entire contents in the can was dumped on him in a matter of seconds, hitting him directly in the face, painting his entire naked body up & down. Gas was all over his genitals, buttocks, in his eyes, everywhere. This red sabre cell blaster is supposedly 18% jolokia pepper leoresin capsicum - with a scoville rating of 5,000 units! It's oily & vicious, it sticks to you like a coat of oil. Woodard didn't last long and gave in. He was placed in his cage, covered with gas, to suffer. All of his property had been taken away from him so he had nothing to clean away the gas. No one is able to understand - Woodard has a mental disorder...

10-10-2012, 00:00 geschreven door Sunshine