First and foremost, Happy Mother’s Day. I received your letters. However, things have gone downhill for me. I’m G5, but I did that so I can stay close to home. I didn’t want them to move me to west Texas. I’m stressed out to tell you the truth. It’s all too much. I’m losing it in here. I got a letter from Megan and she’s talking about our relationship as if we still had one. Believe it or not I still love her and care for her. Why? Because she’s my son’s mother. I love and care for you, too, because you are a very understanding woman. Also, you have been here for me at times when no one else has been. She has been better about writing back to me. One for one letters. I’ve gone a long time sometimes without any word from her about my son so I’m glad.
Now let me give you the scoop on me. I’m still in the same place. I might be moved around to different blocks, but not off the unit. If I do get moved I’ll write and let you know. I wouldn’t say that I’m doing too good because I’ve been through a lot the past week. I’ve been getting cases. I’m fine now but I wanted you to know this.
I want you to write about what I’m going to tell you. Put it on the blog. This is about what the guards do to us they aren’t supposed to be allowed to do. An officer wasn’t going to let me shower. I asked to speak to the other officer working the block. I explained to her the situation and she told me I would get my shower. The whole time I am talking to this officer, I’ve got my arm in the food slot to where she can’t close it. However, she promised me I would get my shower.
(Sonni’s note: remember, this is summer in Texas in a building with no AC. It’s very uncomfortable and very sweaty. A shower is the only relief they have.)
I asked her again and she said she doesn’t lie. I gave her the slot because she gave me her word. Of course, she lied. So at chow time, the ranking officer Lt Rodrigues was on the block feeding chow. I call and call and call but she doesn’t answer me. Even when chow was over I call her but she blows me off. So when the female officer brings juice I take over the slot and tell her to call her ranking officer. When she arrives she doesn’t want to talk or hear me out. All she wants is the slot. I know if I give it to her she’ll walk off. So I try to explain. She tells me she’s going to get a five man team spray me with gas and so on and so on. It’s what they do. They spray and send five dudes with helmets and body armor to run in and jump on us. But get this, She comes with the team and asks for the slot. I give it to her cause if I don’t she’s got the right to spray me. So I give it to her. She has the officers place me in handcuffs BEHIND MY BACK. They put me out of my cell and up against the wall. They pack up ALL my stuff and take it.
This is why you haven’t gotten a letter from me. They aren’t supposed to do this. When I gave her the slot she and her team were supposed to leave. Instead, she violates policy by taking my stuff. I ask her why she’s taking my stuff and she just winks at me. So now I’m upset. She tells the two dudes that’s holding me on the wall to put me back in the cell. While doing this I’m being pulled and yanked on. This is the second time. The first was right when I got off the phone after I talked to my mom when she got home from the hospital. The officers do this so they can slam us on the floor while we’re handcuffed behind our backs.
Anyway,The Lt sees them pulling and yanking on me and even though I am the one who is handcuffed she tells me to stop resisting. Then she tells her officers to put me down. One grabbed me by my arm, one by my neck and my right leg. The other two jumped on me causing me to fall head first into the wall and busting my head open. I felt the blood pouring down from my head. My face was covered as well as the floor. I was on the floor with all the officers on me.
That was another violation. Nothing was supposed to happen without medical, because of things like this. But medical wasn’t here. Another violation. But they don’t care. So neither do I and I made sure they all heard the threat I made to each and every one of them – because they were in the wrong! Do you know these muthafuckas tried to put me back in the cell with my head busted open? I wouldn’t let them put me back in so they called medical. At medical they cleaned the blood off me and sent me to my cell.
A little later my head starts bleeding again. I went back to medical. Now I got to see the doctor. Nothing was hurting at the time but now my head and back has been giving me problems. They left me with nothing in my cell. Nothing. I had to set fires and flood my cell just to get these people to talk to me. I told them I will burn this bitch down with me in it if I have to.
They turned my water off for two days. They couldn’t stop me from setting fires with help from other inmates. I set fires for two days straight only because they ignored me when I tried to talk to them with respect. I asked, “Is this what I got to do just to get ya’lls attention?” “I called ya’ll with respect and you ignored me.” Guess what? The Lt came down and talked to me and said she was giving all my stuff back that she took. Well not all, but most of it. I told her, “If you want to play games then okay, I’ll make you look bad.” They have too many important people that come here from Huntsville.
I have been hurting though lately. Why does life have to be so difficult? I don’t know what the outcome to this will be. I’m sorry.
With love, Jamie
P.S.BTW They have me on what they call food loaf for 16 days. Look it up. It’s some nasty shit. It’s like molded cat food. It’s what I get for all three meals. They are only allowed to do it for 7 days. I’m on a hunger strike.
Jamie’s facebook Page. . .Blog posts and news about injustice in the world