With a grimacing look on my face and my hands numbed behind my back wrapped in tighten handcuffs , I was heading to Polk County jail.The blond haired spring-chicken rookie police officer missed the first turn but we were surely on our way towards Bartow ,Fl stopping 2 miles away we stopped at what he called a subdivision located in Inwood Florida prepared for the consequences, i held my head high walking into the rather redundant, freezing Shrieff’s office while I was being searched and stripped of my shoes and socks I noticed a rugged filth stench in the air gruesome like a middle school bathroom but it all honesty that was the very least of my worries.Afterwards I was put in a temporary cell with some fellow freshly booked inmates you could …show more content…
Even after that I had to endure another 2 hours of waiting. Later on , they escorted me into the back of a transporter van which I could tell dogs had recently or previously were put inside the van because it had that kind of emasculate smell of a dog’s fur. Considering the fact it was below 50 degrees, the officer driving the van insisted on not putting the heat on after denying our request forcing us to to dwell in the shivering winds brought upon us. Shortly following the drive we arrived at our destination now , the crud waiting game begun entering the facility vaguely it was as if depression itself was alive and inside the room my conscious went to wondering on like a tumbleweed in a old cowboy …show more content…
The room engulfed my nose a awful smell and looked atrocious with Bowel movements on the floor next to thr toilet and a musk in the room filled my nose with despair only because inmates had been in this place for days and haven’t took showers.They feed us a bologna sandwich with eggs and grape jelly a lot of the inmates didn’t eat it but I knew I had to keep my energy up. Face tattoos and deranged faces most of the guys there had been thru this process before as they stood around the very tight-spaced room like as if we wasn’t in a cell where we couldn’t tell time or see the
CCIB received a call from Susan, her Grandmother was at the facility for four weeks, moved in 11/17/2015, Mable Werane (DOB 09/08/1914). While she was there, the family thought maybe she was having trouble adjusting to the new place as the one she lived at for 8 years had just closed. Two days after she moved in, she had a doctor appointment, her family noticed that she was wearing depends, even though she never wore them before. They discovered that the staff was not taking her to the bathroom every four hours as she was accustomed, just left her in the depends. The family also started to notice that when they changed her, they seemed to just toss her around, she would be overheard saying "Don't, Don't and Ow, Ow."
So as they walked in my reaction was, it seems normal in here. I then notice the teens face once they were behind bars and the gates were locked. This really hit me, imagine behind stuck in a room with for men of your gender, all with a criminal background, that’s terrifying. They were then brought to a room full of convicted inmate serving 25
Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
There’s five sinks attached to the wall in my part of the prison which isn’t nearly enough for over hundred prisoners. I finally get to a sink. I brush my teeth wipe my mouth then throw the towel in the bin for the laundry. I trudge back to my “room” along the way collecting a crooked brush with envious thoughts in my head of the people outside who get to roam freely. After I finish tidying up I walk along to the Mess Hall where we eat our meals.
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
She describes an inmate screaming at the top of his lungs, and another inmate banging his head against the door. All of 128 beds are full in the psychiatric unit and there is also a waiting list. There are a variety of inmates that are not clothed properly and that are exposing themselves. In Pelican Bay the inmates are in an 8 by 8-foot cells that is made of all concrete with a desk and chair. The officer will push a button that will allow the inmate to go “outside” for an hour or hour and a half.
However, my experience also included the numerous patients, such as those with acquired brain injury or accute mental illness as well as Alzheimers, housed throughout the facility. I dealt with people who spat, clawed and bit and learnt first hand how extremely unpredictable people with mental illness can be. Some, after all, may not remember their outbrusts instead believing they are your friend a day, or even hours, after trying to literally take a bite out of your
A person is locked up in a room. They have nothing to do other than lie in bed or watch paint dry. They are feeling malnourished since they barely have any food in their body, only getting one meal per day. The loneliness they endure drives them to the brink of insanity. Sounds like prison, right?
Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.
Going Down in History I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville.
The scorching hot sun was unforgiving and humidity encased the surrounding bystanders including myself. Sweat dripped into places I really didn’t want to think about. My clothes were quickly becoming second skin, clinging in the most uncomfortable way. It also didn’t help that I was dressed from head to toe in sunlight absorbing black clothing. The only comforting thing that kept me going was having the knowledge that I knew everyone who surrounded me was going through the same experience.
The summer going into my Junior year of high school, I started volunteering at a retirement community called The Legacy down the road. I helped out by playing games with residents, talking to them, and helping with the weekly socials where we serve treats like pie and ice cream. Not many of my friends understood why I would take the time out of my day and spend it at The Legacy. To answer their question, it is because many of the residents at The Legacy do not have family nearby and have not seen their children, sisters, brothers, etc. in many years, so even a simple conversation with them can really brighten their day.
I’m standing in the center or the room the only light that is in the room is the one following me, I hear her voice it’s so cold but so comforting to me. I see he standing in front of me her ghostly pale skin on her bones with her long fingernails and long hair always in her face, her dress torn and ripped at the bottom. She would scream at me in a high pitch I stood there staring at her trying hard not to move she moves swiftly but quickly to me she whispers in my ear “Your next, my child.” I heard other voices some laughing sinisterly and some repeating her. I closed my eyes I wake from my bed my pillow and sheets where wet from my sweat.
My mother asked me what the address of the hotel was and I didn’t know so I frantically knocked on the doors of everyone else, but none of them answer. That is until a women answered her door and told me the address. After I told my mother the address she hung up on me and called the police. As I sat in the hallway flashbacks of dinner the previous night played in my mind. The police finally arrived and I was examined for rape.