While in jail, I gained skills that I thought I would never need. Like being able to sleep with the light on. One woman who was literally a “street walker” walker told me while I, was complaining that I couldn’t sleep, because they were keeping up so much noise couldn’t sleep. She said, “If you’re really tired, just close your eyes, you’ll go to sleep”. She was right and I slept until breakfast. So, many of the punishments that they try to give me, today they have already put me through and I have beat. Noise is their easiest way to disturb an inmate that wouldn’t cooperate. They would just tell them to do it and give away Aramark’s commissary come “store day”. That's the reason lotion is probably $10 a bottle, that is $1.25 at the Dollar Store, and a bar of soap that’s $ .75 is $5. It’s been Nine years since I’ve been there, and I’m sure it’s much more than that, by now. The way it gets so high is from paying the women for favors and prostituting. For the women who live in General Population (GP), it’s not fair. They don’t usually participate in “hooking”. They are usually mixed up in “Young Love Affairs”. The female deputies get off on that. But their thing is to turn the inmates on one another, have little lovers’ quarrels, and fist fights over some pretty little girl.
Then they come to where I live in “Discipline” and fight through there food slots. So, you have three grown women having an argument about who was the best lover, or who did who best first or last. It was wild. They would keep us up, too, the first night or day they got over there. They would shut them down sometimes by telling them I was there. As I said in my last blog I don’t like to tell their secrets, because I come to help. They don’t want their families to know about the things that go on in jail and the things they do. Unless they are OCJ Legacies. Then their mothers have been there and know what goes on already. Some of the older Deps carry on conversations with inmates about their mothers. Some even get out, Ms. Dudley prays they would get out, too. I wished I could blame Ms. Dudley. I've search her for evil and couldn’t find any. She had worked with those evil White men for many years and learned how to survive. I watched her snap cuffs on many women and all I could see was a woman who had learned to play the game and live well. BRAVO!
Know the trucks and cars with bad mufflers that ride down Huron, are meant to disturb my peace, but they have taught me through their diabolical nature to live through it. Kinda like Ms. Dudley, you just go through it, day-by-day. Your skin gets tougher and tougher with every day every day goes by, until you just don’t feel no more. I mean there are large 18 Wheelers that brush up as close as they can to the curb, they shake the entire building. They somehow got in my apartment and are stealing things. They stole both pairs of my glasses and left me with only the boke pair. They want me to go to the eye doctor, and they’ll tell me my diabetes is killing me. Someone came into my apartment and sprayed something that caused me to think I had a stroke. I went to the hospital. They told me I had a stroke, a tumor and blod clots. I believe in God and I've survived 25 years of these evil men, and I believe it's been longer. They are so evil they can kill me with lies and merely thinking about it. God is real and if you don't believe it believe it by me. All that noise outside my window and over my head is meant to disturb my peace and drive me mad. I will carry on, it won't touch my spirit, becaue it's all coming from a bunch of crack heads...Amen
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