Human Rights Watch

January 18, 2009

On 01-15-09, the ADOC hit another new level of low in abiding by their own policies/procedures, as well as state & federal law as well as human decency. As you read the following, keep in mind that similar tactics/procedures were used and disapproved of world-wide on TERROR SUSPECTS in Gitmo, AbuGraib, etc.!

At around 6:30PM, approximately 20 prisoners on Manzanita unit were told to report to the courtyard by the administration building for U.A.'s.

These orangemen were made to strip completely naked. Their clothing and bodies were thoroughly searched by a guard for contraband, none being found.

Without a stitch of clothing permitted, the guard then made the orangemen walk down a long hall, in full view of other guards (Male & female), to another room, where they had to was their hands thoroughly, dry them and then urinate in a U.A. specimen cup. All the while completely exposed and being stared at.

Then they were again walked down the hall completely naked, where their clothing was returned to them.

When asked why U.A.'s were being done this way, orangemen were told that this is the procedure here at Manzanita unit.

Not only is this NOT proper procedure here, much less anywhere else, it serves NO penalogical purpose and is completely humiliating.

U.A.'s are necessary and part of prison life. Nobody can dispute this fact. Prisons are full of drugs. Including this unit. However, this is no excuse to treat these human beings as they were treated. These guards and their supervisors must be severely punished. Yet, nothing will be done. Orangemens' complaints and grievances tend to fall on deaf ears. We do not matter. Until you see us on the news running amok.

I'm a trustee!

January 17, 2009

Today I was informed that I have been selected to work at a state park here in Southern Arizona as a grounds keeper trustee.

I haven't been cleared yet to leave the prison grounds, but until then, I've been selected to work in the unit's parking lot as a porter. It'll be a week or two before I begin at the state park.

Tony has also been hired in the same position at the same park. He begins work Tuesday - January 20th. We will be coworkers!

The job only pays $0.50 an hour, 4 ten hour days a week and all my pay will go towards my debt to the prison, but my payment is that freedom while off prison grounds in nature as well as the satisfaction that I've earned the immensely trusting "free-world" position I've been given.

NOW, I feel like I've come a very long way since I came to prison as a young, hellraising thug of a man. I've got a long way to go but I can finally see where I'm going, how to get there, where I've been and all the miles I've traveled.

What Men in Prison Talk About

January 10, 2009

Part 2

"I'd love to get with a nasty chick," Jim told us. "You'd be better off with a Bridget the Midget blow-up doll," I told him with a smile. "Fuck you, Shannon. I'll find a hot chick the day I get out," he tried to come back. Tom laughed along with Vinny, adding "Yeah and some Euro too." I added "Yeah, and your first date with her will be arranged by her match-maker, Vito. It'll end with 'that'll be forty-dollar.'" Now irritated, Jim got up and walked away, bidding us farewell with his middle finger.

"My ex would have liked you. She was a smartass too and guys with tattoos turned her on," Tom told me. "What did she look like?" I asked, now curious. "Black hair, green eyes and a smokin' body. I got her a boob job. Thirty-six C's," He responded. Curious, I asked "Why'd you break up?" I could see it was a sensitive subject by his facial expressions as he explained how he'd divorced her when she wouldn't leave the swingers lifestyle. They were swingers. They went to swingers clubs, parties and threw their own sex parties.

"It was great, but it was too fast paced for me," Tom explained. "How could you give up a woman who wanted you to fuck other chicks with her? That's stupid." Vinny joined the conversation. "Sure, it was great to have sex with her and a bunch of hot girls, but after a while it was all we'd do together," Tom admitted. "Some guys would love that kind of marriage," I told him. "Yeah but it was only sex. The love was gone. I was still in-love and I wanted more than the sex," he explained. With a look of true confusion, Vinny asked "You were in-love with her but you liked to see her doin' other people?" "Sex is sex. It's just a feel-good act, right?" I answered Vinny, directing the question to Tom. "Right, but if you're in-love, you have to be able to seperate sex and love," Tom told us.

"So, what you wanted to be only with each other and she didn't?" I asked. "No. I just wanted to spend less time at the clubs and more with her," Tom answered, "and we did for a while, but she began going back a few months later." "Do you still talk to her?" I asked. "Not since the divorce, but I'm sure I could find her at Sociables or any number of swingers clubs in Phoenix," he answered.

"Wanna know what I miss most about swinging with her?" Tom asked. With a sinister smile, Vinny responded, "fucking." Ignoring him, Tom continued, "I miss watching her taking two or three guys at the same time." "Dude, you're wacked," Vinny commented. "No. It was hot. You could see she was really enjoying it. She'd get off so many times," Tom defended. "You wouldn't get jealous?" I asked. "No. It was just sex. I'd usually watch her while one of the guys' wives gave me head," he explained. "I think I could try it and maybe do it every so often for fun, but I couldn't live a swinger's lifestyle," I told him. "Yeah, I'd never go back to that, but it was fun for a while," he said with a smile. "Yeah, I'd try it but not make a life of it," I responded.

Sex and women are popular topics in here. I'm not sure if it's the lack of both or the testosterone abundance. Maybe it's a combination. All I know is that one very special woman will have a couple of very long, exhausting days in 2012!

Now many may say we are disgusting pigs, yada, yada, yada...well...if sex is disgusting then...hell yeah, I'm a pig.

What Men in Prison Talk About

January 9, 2009

Part 1

A candid listen in on a discussion between four men in prison on a popular subject. SEX! This is extremely sexually explicit and is not for anybody underaged, close minded or who is offended by vulgar language or sexual subject matter.

Vinny, Jim, Tom and I were sitting outside at a table on the yard smoking and chatting when a guard exited the chowhall.

"I'd tear her ass up," Jim commented, watching the dark skinned young woman walking away. "Dawg, that's nasty. You'd fuck a black chick?" Vinny answered, genuinely disgusted. Always ready to stir the pot and challenge shallow thinking, I cut in "You wouldn't do her?" "Hell no!" He answered. "She has a nice ass. I'd do her. She's probably a nasty girl." Tom said seemingly uninteresed until hearing mention of a nasty girl, adding "My ex wife was as nasty as they come. She was a freak."

Tom, a quiet, clean cut guy in his 50's, locked up for fraud, didn't strike me as the type, but as he continued I learned just how wrong I was. "She loved the kinky shit," he said. "Well, it sounds like you never had to beg for a blow-job," Jim responded. "Bro, she gave the best head," Tom bragged reminiscently, "She'd suck my dick with an ice cube in her mouth and loved it." "Did she really enjoy it or did she do it cuz you liked it? I don't think most women enjoy it. They do it for us," I told him. "No. She loved it. She really got into it and would pout if I didn't want to wait while she did it," he answered. Vinny, with false bravado, chimed in "I'd give my girl all the dick she wanted. She'd always have my cock in her mouth." "I think you'd be in trouble if you found a girl who'd blow you more than once a week, Vinny. You'd fall in love and she'd fall asleep the first time she gave you some pussy," I goaded. "Man, I've had more tail than you've dreamed about." He bragged on. "Nice come back, Vinny" I scoffed. Vinny didn't catch my sarcasm.

"She wasn't just good at that. She was into shit I'd never even thought about trying. Like swinging with other couples, sex toys and even bondage," Tom continued. "You let her tie you up?" Jim asked, amused. "Sure, why not? He responded. "Fuck that! WHat if she decided to screw you or something?" Jim asked, now fidgety. Smiling now, I couldn't resist asking, "You afraid she'll put a big dildo up your ass, Jim?" His face flushed and he began rubbing his hands nervously. "Fuck you, Shannon."

"Ever heard of Euro?" Tom asked. "Yeah, that's English money," Vinny responded. Chuckling, Tom continued, "Not that kinda Euro. The lubricant kind." "I never needed that shit. Their pussies were always wet," Jim answered. Still smiling, Tom replied "Euro's slogan is 'Anything fits Anywhere', and let me tell you...it does." "Is it like KY?" I asked. "It's way better, but expensive as hell. It's amazing shit though. One tiny drop lasts forever and is extremely lubricating," Tom continued. "I'll have to remember to try that," Vinny said, smiling. "It's not for jacking off with, Vin" Tom teased. "I used a tiny drop and fucked my ex in her ass with a big vibrator for hours while I ate her," he told us. "Poor girl," I commented empathetically. "She loves that. She used to do it to herself even. I caught her a few times, Tom defended.

"I love chicks who masturbate and aren't ashamed of it," I said. "Yeah, all guys do it. I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Jim concurred. "Honestly, I don't jack off much. Maybe two or three times this year," Tom confided in us. "Hell, I go at it that many times by lunch," I replied. "I'm a once a weeker," Jim said, uninterested. "I think it's really hot to watch a chick play with herself," I told them. The three of us all silently agreed with knowing nods.

Another guard walked by and all of our eyes followed her. She was the shortest guard I've seen, at around 4'11". Nice as can be, fiery and cute. Not the typical ADOC guard.

"She's adorable," I commented. "She's a midget, huh?" Jim asked. With a chuckle, Tom responded, "I think the politically correct term is little person, and no, I think they have to be under four-six or something." "No, I think it's under four foot," I guessed.

Tony happening to be passing by and overhearing, interupted with "Did somebody say midget?" "Yeah," we gestured towards the guard. "She's not a midget. I have a very bad midget fantasy," Tony said. "Do share," Tom invited him. As Tony abruptly walked away, he raised the peace sign. "I'm out!" "Would you fuck a midget?" Jim asked us. "Hell yeah," Tom immediately answered. "Yeah, that'd be wild. And she'd be just the right height for a blow job standing up," I added. Vinny was silent, continuing to admire the guard.

Health Care Help Needed: Follow Up

January 2, 2009

Housing Unit 6 at the Manzanita unit has been up and running for almost a month. There are currently 15 orangemen housed there and 6 "Health Aides" from Manzanita Unit working there. Despite it being a medical unit and not specifically for the elderly inmate population; as one ADOC reader commented, recent events and the lack of medically trained professionals present, I'm lead to believe HU 6 is being used as a death depot. These orangemen are dying. Cancers, disease, etc. Not old age - although some are elderly. Tucked away at a satelite prison unit, denied on-call and 24-hour medical professionals, and being cared for by another prisoner who hasn't been remotely trained in caring for a sick person, muchless a terminally ill one. Not even one CPR class.

Is it any wonder the following horrific death occurred? I'd like to note that the following information was provided to me by the "Health Aide" whose arms the orangeman died in, who consequently has not been offered any form of grief counseling.

9:15 PM - January 1, 2009 - Health Aide arrived at HU6 and took notice that inmate Garcia - a patient he'd learned had lung cancer - had been seen by ADOC Nurse McMullen concerning Garcia's difficulty breathing. Garcia was told he was fine.

9:30 PM - Garcia complained of difficulty breathing again. Health Aide assisted him administer a breathing treatment of medication Garcia had on his person.

9:40 PM - Garcia again complained of difficulty breathing. He had no meds for a treatment, nor did the Health Aide or the ADUC Guard on duty, so the guard called his supervisor, who in turn called the Tucson Complex Medical Unit.

Complex medical's medical staff did not want Garcia transported there, nor would they come to the unit to treat him.

10:00 PM - Garcia was settled back in his bed and checked on periodically by the Health Aide for about 4 hours. He appeared to be okay.

2:00 AM - Garcia was discovered by the Health Aide attempting to wheel himself down the hallway to the medical exam room. - Garcia was wheelchair bound. He was in obvious distress. The Health Aide left Garcia at the locked exam room door, to alert the guard, when Garcia began clawing at the door and banging his head against the door. He could hear gurgling in the dying man's labored breathing.

The Health Aide and ADOC guard quickly went back to Garcia, now partially out of his chair, gasping for air, frantically clawing at the door, desperately trying to get inside. The Health Aide and guard helped him out of his chair onto the floor.

Garcia slumped over and slowly quit breathing. The guard had called out a medical emergency on his radio and his shift supervisor had arrived and was trying to get Complex Medical to respond.

2:10 AM - Seeing Garcia was now unresponsive and not breathing, the Health Aide and guard put him on his side. Thick, dark blood began draining from his mouth.

2:11 AM - The shift supervisor called the Tucson Fire Department. Complex medical never arrived.

2:17 AM - Two guards began C.P.R. on Garcia.

2:20 AM - Tucson Fire Dept. arrived, made an airway for Garcia and gave him meds to start his heart. Getting a faint pulse, TFD transported Garcia.

The Health Aide was told that Garcia had "coded" before leaving the unit with TFD and passed away.

In talking with the Health Aide, I learned that the locked door Garcia desperately clawed at was where he had his breathing treatments and despite there being no help for him in there, it was all he knew. He was dying, probably in pain, scared and without anybody able to help him.

This is only one example of what's wrong with the creation of this housing unit and how it is being run. The orangemen in HU6 are being abused and neglected in my opinion, so as to save ADOC a buck. WHat do you think?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

January 1, 2009

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY! I wish everybody a great 2009 and hope that everybody's lives improve this year in some way or another. All of my friends, friends-to-be, free-worlders, oragemen and brown-shirts alike.

Special wishes go out to: Rebecca, the one person who has me; Sue, the person who keeps me moving forward; Shaun, the mate who keeps me focused (x-rated Tae-Bow with your Body Combat Class? Or x-rated yoga? LOL); Loo, the tiny, counter-cultural, long time friend who sticks with me; Don & Puggles, who put up with my letters (Arf, arf, arf, Her Majesty!); Pixie, hmmm....(Hugs 4 Gabs); Chris, Tony's friend thus...; Mrs. J and Miss M, my best friend's girls (I hope), only a few months left until he's free, don't give up; Doug, my friend, advocate and inspiration; Katrina, you still there?; and one particular Brown-shirt, you amuse me and are respected by orangemen here (If you're reading this and you think it's you, it is!).

For all new readers, I welcome you to write me direct and be pen pals.