‘DCJ: Same shit, different toilet’


What’s up IOA? Thanks for writing. I’m hanging in there. Can’t really complain, God let me wake up. But as far as DCJ goes, same shit, different toilet. They find a way to make our lives worse by the day. The pod that I’m in has had a problem with our kiosk for damn near a month and the jail has still failed to fix it. Every time we ask a guard about it we get a dumb-ass remark like “The jail has nothing to do with it, talk to Pam.” I mean, damn, we can’t even put in sick calls to medical or to Ms. Kelly. They’re too damn lazy to go get the paper forms, but those wouldn’t work anyway because they never pick them up. So at the end of the day, we fucked. We have spoken to damn near everybody and all they do is sit on their asses. Three officers have tried to help, Hawkins, Crews and Burnett, everybody else could care less. I’ve talked to a couple of people in the pod about the feedback and what you guys do, and they said they plan to write and I hope they do because we need to stand up and fight for what’s right!

I’m not with having my visit on a damn computer. Shit, I hate the glass, but I don’t want to give that up. Thanks for writing, and to King Fox, Rex, Tanna and my baby Bubbles, hold ya head, it ain’t ova. And to Ms. Melanie Battle, I loved your poem, you got skills.

-Ghost

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