How are you? Fine I hope and in the best of health as well. I received all of your letters. Before I got them I had written back to you but I wasn’t able to send it out. They took all my property. Then they gave it back to me and then they took it away again. In this letter I will explain to you how I have been feeling as well as let you know what happened with me.
For as long as a week I was picked on and refused showers, meals and recreation. I’ve been given every punishment they could give to me. I spoke with every ranking officer about an officer named Robert Curlee. He’s the one that refuses me everything. Guess what they tell me? Stop letting him get to you because he goes home at 1:00. So I say okay, I understand that except he does it to me every day, and ya’ll are not doing anything to stop him, not even talking to him about it. So I said, don’t worry about it. I went to see the warden in UCC ( the prison’s court) about a case I got. I talked to him about it and why I got it. However, when I talked to him about the officer and what he was doing to me he just waved me off like a fly. So guess what? Me being me I’m gonna speak my mind. You know I’m very outspoken.
So I told the warden, “You know I’ve tried to do the right thing, by talking to your ranking officer about a problem I’ve been happening with an officer of yours. I’ve just tried to explain that to you, but you showed me you don’t care by waving me off, so I don’t care, either. Fuck you!”
Of course I was locked back up in solitary confinement after that.
So here I am, having the same problem with the same officer. I called him to my door and asked him why he was doing what he was do?
He said, “It’s because gray rides with gray (guards), and if an officer tells me not to feed you or take you to shower, then I’m not going to do it.”
But I know no one is telling him such things. He’s doing it because we got into it once and he’s holding onto that.
So I say, “You know what? I’m tired of you doing me like this.”
He says, “so?”
So I say, “You know what? Keep messing with me. Call my bluff and I’m gonna beat your ass.”
He turned red. I told him, “I’ve been through a lot. I’ve had some bad news. Let me chill. If not, the first chance I get I’m gonna break your jaw.”
I told the same thing to the ranking officer. Guess what? Now he comes to my door and asks me how I’m doing.
(Sonni’s note: This is not exactly the best way to handle problems and can hurt things for him in the future, but when you are continually pushed to the limit what do you do? The warden wouldn’t listen. I’m sure he hears the same thing every day. He knows what the officers are doing to the inmates. This is part of what needs to be fixed. When people are treated inhumanely how much can you push them before they strike back. But that only gives them reason to keep doing it. How do we stop this treatment? I wish I had the answers to that.)