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if-you-fan-a-fire · 4 years
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"WHITE MICE CARRIED CONVICT'S MESSAGES," Daily British Whig (Kingston, Ontario). October 21, 1920. Page 2. --- Penitentiary Inmates Have a Complete System of Telegraphy. ---- In view of the combined efforts of the convicts at the penitentiary to create a disturbance by yelling and hooting in the cells, citizens have been wondering how they carried out a system to bring it all about.
It is claimed that the convicts in the "pen" have a complete system of tapping or telegraphy, by which they communicate with each other, and it is carried on with great success, in spite of the efforts of the prison authorities to put a stop to it. Sometimes the tapping is carried out on the walls, or their tin drinking cups, but it is known for a fact that convicts have communicated with each other in this way, and that many a scheme has been carried out as a result.
It is stated that some few years ago, several of the convicts had white mice as their pets and that the mice were used to carry messages to and fro among the convicts. This may appear as a fairy story, but it is vouched for, by people in a position to know. Needless to say there are no white mice in the penitentiary to-day.
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trans-axolotl · 8 months
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nothing makes me more insane than the phrase "selling your body" btw. like was i not also selling my body at every other job i've had where i had to be on my feet all day, lifting boxes, working in a warehouse, etc. why is it that sex work is uniquely labeled as "selling your body" while every other job is sorted into another category, no matter how much that job might have a physical impact on your body. lmao.
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booty-uprooter · 3 months
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so much of hajime makes sense when you realize that nanba is an adult penitentiary but there's a couple of juvenile offenders (read: teenagers) there. he got hired to look after adults but he's stuck babysitting actual children. id be grumpy, too
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reminder that slavery is still legal in the US
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doikayt · 3 months
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So beyond frustrating to see the term "antisemitism" co-opted to manufacture consent and stifle dissent for the genocide of Palestinians, all while real antisemitism carries no consequence whatsoever for the many, many American celebrities and billionaires who peddle it. Deeply radicalizing to watch Palestinian-Americans demonized for protesting the genocide of their people, to watch scores of anti-zionist Jews arrested for standing with Palestine, only for genuinely antisemitic voices to be propped up and bolstered because "censorship is bad" and "they have a point."
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ofdinosanddais1 · 8 months
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Hi,
Stopping human trafficking requires:
Abolish the prison industry built on slavery
Providing food, water, healthcare, and shelter as basic human rights
Providing resources to minors who runaway
Abolishing the adoption industry that was built off the foundation of a human trafficker (Georgia Tann)
Supporting the Land Back movement so that traffickers can't exploit loopholes when abducting Indigenous people (also because Indigenous people deserve their land back)
Accepting and loving LGBTQ+ youth
Rebuilding the crumbling mental health system
Decriminalizing drugs so that traffickers can't force people to traffick drugs in an effort to make sure they aren't choosing between being an illegally enslaved person or a legally enslaved person.
Decriminalizing sex work so that children forced into sex work aren't going to prison for being a rape victim.
Recognizing that human trafficking is not just being kidnapped and sold but that family members, teachers, employers, friends, roommates, etc. can traffick people and that it's the most common form of trafficking
Recognizing that human trafficking isn't always just drug and sex trafficking but also labor
Human trafficking feeds off the flaws in our system and it is our job as a society to fix those flaws and starve the industry out.
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darkthingshappen · 2 years
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No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
Content warning for implied human trafficking, beating, broken bones
As ALWAYS, thanks to the AMAZING @whumpcereal for the beta. And to my whumperful crew that always cheers me on: @oddsconvert and @sparrowsage as well as @quietly-by-myself. Y'all are the best!
Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade
Whumpee lied curled up on the cold stone floor of the cell he’d been kept in.  He kept his body tucked up in as tight of a ball as he could manage, pushed all the way back in the far corner of the room.  Maybe, just maybe, he could make himself small enough that the pain would disappear.  
He’d been snatched off the back end of the soccer field.  It had happened so fast, he didn’t even have a chance to scream for help.  One second, he’d been standing at the trunk of his car, looking out at the field while he tossed his gear into the back–and the next, a van had pulled up and rough hands had yanked him backward, pinning his arms, covering his mouth.  He saw a guy close the trunk of his car, take the keys, and slide into the driver’s seat just as the van door slid shut.  It was quick and silent.  Fucking efficient.  Efficient kidnappers.  The thought struck him as odd.  
Within seconds, plastic zip ties secured his arms and a knotted cloth had been shoved into his mouth and pulled tight behind his head.  When he tried to kick, zip ties bound his legs as well.  
Whumpee looked around frantically, but he didn’t know who any of these guys were.  He was just a soccer player.  Fucking minor league.  No one knew him.  He wasn’t worth anything.  Or so he’d thought.  
Whumpee didn’t know how long they’d driven, but eventually, they had dragged him from the van into a barn.  He’d thrashed and kicked as much as he could with his bound wrists and legs when they’d stung him up by his wrists until his feet couldn’t even touch the floor.  He’s spend the next hours of his life being beaten and tortured.  
They asked him where the money was and how he thought he was going to get away with it.  It wasn’t until they’d broken his ribs and his femur that they began to wonder if they had done something wrong.  If there was a hitch in their plan.  His broken leg throbbed, and he screamed in agony when they lowered him to the floor.  
He must have slipped into shock and lost consciousness because when he came around again he’d been dumped into this stone room and a man he didn’t recognize was nudging his broken leg with the toe of his boot.  The pain shot up and down his leg and up into his back.  
Whumpee groaned.  “Why… why are you d-doing this?  I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Some of my men are apparently idiots.  You have a lot of similarities with a few of the guys on your team.  I’m willing to bet you’ve never invested in cryptocurrency, have you?
“Crypto… no.  What?”
“That’s what I thought.  But there is a guy on your team, similar height and build to yourself, same color hair, preference for neon green shin guards.”
“Neon green… I don’t… Teammate?  You wanted Teammate?”
“There we go.  Now, we’ve already contacted him.  Took a lovely picture of your broken leg to let him know we were serious.”
“But… I don’t even really know him.  We don’t hang out.  He won’t care about me.”
“Oh, you’re very wrong on that front.  He caved immediately.  Told us exactly where the money was.  Only problem was that he’d spent some of it.  See, he thought we wouldn’t even notice the small amounts he was sneaking from our accounts.”
“Who are you people?”
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about that.  Teammate has agreed to trade himself for you along with what’s left of the money.”
Whumpee wondered at that.  Why would they do that?  Would he do that for them?  He wasn’t sure.  But, why?  Why would he trade himself for someone he barely knew?  Sure, apparently this was Teammate’s fault, but he didn’t have to do it.  Whumpee felt both relieved and guilty over their teammate’s apparent fate.  These people were bad news.  That didn’t bode well for Teammate.  
“What are you going to do?”
“Oh, we have friends that will help him earn back what he owes, plus interest.  Sadly, this means he won’t be able to play soccer anymore.  He’ll be… out of the country for the foreseeable future.”  Whumper paused and glanced around the room.  “It’s gonna take him a few days to get the money and set some things in order.  So until then, you’ll be our guest.”
“Please.  I need help.  My leg…”
“Your leg will be fine.  Once we’ve traded you two, you can go to a hospital and get it set.  Until then,” he nudged whumpee’s broken leg again, “considered it a deterrent to you trying to escape.  
“Please, it hurts.  I can’t even sleep. It hurts so bad.”
Whumper reached forward and tucked a strand of whumpee’s hair back behind his ears.  “It’s just a few days.  Plus, the more exhausted you are, the easier you’ll be to manage.”  He smiled a bright charming smile at Whumpee that Whumpee found utterly sickening.  
“Please,” Whumpee begged again.  
“I’ll be back to collect you in a couple of days.  So, just rest.”  Whumper set a bottle of water down in front of Whumpee.  “Don’t drink it all at once.  No one’s gonna be around to give you any more.”
With that, Whumper stood from his crouch and walked to the heavy metal door.  He knocked once, the door opened, and then he left without a backward glance.  
That had been days ago.  Whumpee was weak with hunger and thirst.  He curled up with his arms tight around his middle and his leg as still as he could keep it.  
He’d tried the door.  He’d banged and pounded until his hands were bruised and bloodied, but to no avail.  
So, when a sound of metal grinding on metal came and the door swung open, he thought he was hallucinating.
Whumpee was carried to the van and dropped unceremoniously onto the floor.  He couldn’t even find the strength or the voice to scream when his leg hit the floor.  His eyes rolled back and his vision blurred and darkened.  
When he came too again, he was being dragged from the van.  He found himself slumped over in the dirt, his hands cuffed in front of him, but he didn’t have the energy to move or fight.  Footsteps rang towards him, and he flinched back.  
“No, please!  I don’t know anything.  Please, don’t hurt me.  Don’t hurt my leg any more.  Please!” 
“Whumpee!  Whumpee, it’s Teammate.  I’m so sorry.  I’m not gonna hurt you.  I’m gonna fix this.  I’m sorry.  I’m so fucking sorry.  I’m gonna make it right.  I swear.  They… they won’t bother you again.”
Whumpee could barely open his eyes as he glanced blearily up at Teammate.  
“No… you… you can’t.”
“I can.  It’s done.  Don’t worry about me.  I’ll be okay.  I… I made some arrangements.  You’re gonna be okay.  I’m so sorry.  Just stay here, and be still.”
Teammate got up and walked past them.  Whumpee heard a scuffle and then the van started; it drove away a moment later.  Whumpee was cold.  He opened his eyes just a crack and could see the night sky.  The Milky Way Galaxy… Like someone spilled milk across the sky…  
He felt like he laid there for an eternity in the eerie quiet of the empty desert.  But at some point, a vehicle drove up.  
“I got him.  He’s over here!”
Whumpee whimpered.  They were coming back for him.  They were going to break the rest of his bones.  Make him hurt.  He could still hear their laughter while they beat him.  
“It’s okay.  It’s okay.  We’re here to help.  We’re federal agents.  You’re okay.”
“Teammate.  They took Teammate.  Gonna hurt them.  Please.  Stop them.  They’re gonna… out of the country.  Please.”
“Easy, son.  He’s okay.  We got them a few miles up the road.  When they took you, he came to us.  He’s okay.  The bad guys are in custody.”
Whumpee slumped down to the ground, utterly spent and exhausted.  
“It’s okay.  Just rest, son.  We’re gonna get you to a hospital.  You’re gonna be okay.”
Whumpee did just that.  His eyes slipped closed and he let himself drift.  He still had a lot of questions and fears, but for now, he could sleep.  He could rest.  He was finally safe.  It was over. 
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magnoliamyrrh · 2 months
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lol i remember yrs ago telling my parents i am pretty damn sure the world is ran by a bunch of fucked in the head pedos and i do not trust the vast majority of anyone in politics their lawyers or even celebrities or the media and they were like you sound like a conspiracy cook etc. fast forward to post-epstein and theyve been unable to tell me that again -_-
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 10 months
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I'm inserting some of my own comments on a story with not a lot of information available, except that provided by a correctional officer - highly motivated to tell a very partial and anti-prisoner narrative. I am no expert - I've spoken very informally and casually to people who have done time or worked at Stony Mountain Penitentiary, but that's it. I await further information, or interviews with inmates or even staff outside the security apparatus about this incident.
From the Winnipeg Free Press, July 19, 2023:
"...a riot broke out in Stony Mountain Institution's exercise yard Monday. Corrections officers used live ammunition to break up the brawl; another inmate was sent to hospital with a gunshot wound. Colton Patchinose, 33, was pronounced dead shortly after RCMP officers from the Stonewall detachment arrived at the federal prison north of Winnipeg at 6:35 p.m. to help deal with the "large fight" that involved several "edged weapons." The prairie region president of the union that represents corrections officers said the officers fired multiple rounds as warning shots to try to quell the chaos that broke out before 6:30 p.m., striking an inmate, who remains in hospital. "There was an outright riot," Union of Canadian Correctional Officers [UCCO] official James Bloomfield told the Free Press Tuesday. Bloomfield said an estimated 30 inmates were directly involved in the brawl, using homemade knives and spikes and blunt force weapons and "anything they could grab a hold of in that yard" to fight each other. There was warning shots that were fired. That is not something that we do very often and it got to a point where there were "several warning shots fired," he said. "We did deploy a lot of pepper spray last night, as well, to try to get that group under control and get it all back to a safe place today." About 100 inmates were in the yard at the time, Bloomfield said.
[There is very clearly a lot more going on then the UCCO president is capable of articulating or understanding - that there was a need the night BEFORE this event to spray ranges in pepper spray raises some questions to me.]
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"Definitely gang violence - that's what this is about, it is fuelled by the drug trade within the institution. This is what that results in, it is one of the most violent institutions in this country," he said. The union has been trying to push federal corrections officials to address violence and the drug trade in the prison but have not had much luck, he said.
['Gangs' in prison have a bunch of overlapping identifies and reasons for formation - including the tendency of CSC itself to identify any three individuals in an organization or group outside their sanction as a security threat group. The extent to which these gangs are connected to street gangs or organized crime in Winnipeg or elsewhere is hard to gauge from press statements. I'm sure it is a complicated issue. The gangs also serve as a way of organizing and controlling the flow of contraband into the prison, often with outside help. The Union head makes a big deal of 'throw-overs' - that is, contraband being thrown over the perimeter - though corrupt staff are also a major conduit as well as family visits. What drugs are being traded is left obscure as is the volume of this trade.]
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From the CBC article, July 19, 2023:
"No correctional officers were physically injured but "as you can imagine, there's definitely mental health injuries that occur over the next day or two for witnessing a murder or for the stabbings that occurred," Bloomfield said. "That's a very difficult situation to respond to, to deal with, to see. So over the next few days we'll be monitoring the staff and looking for symptoms and signs of stress injuries and mental health injuries."
[Again, a man died and many other prisoners were injured - their concerns and undoubtedly the desire of many uninvolved in this incident for safety and security don't really matter in this framing of the event. 'Trauma' as a way for the caretakers of power to avoid their own responsibility for causing it themselves, or the broader issues that bring violence to their door, is a really growing trend I've noticed...]
The incident was another example of a violent and unpredictable work environment for staff at the prison, which is being fuelled by gang activity and drugs, Bloomfield said. "There has been a lot of violent activity at Stony Mountain for a very long time. We have a huge amount of drugs within that institution," he said. "It is one of the highest throw-over institutions in the country, which means people throwing drugs over the fences into the institution." Bloomfield also suggested there are few to no repercussions for inmates who are involved in violent behaviour, which allows it to escalate. "The service has refused to address any behavioural concerns … for a very long time. It's almost encouragement," he said.
[What the Union's demands are I can only imagine. At other institutions like Millhaven, security and safety for correctional staff means they have nearly complete control of movement throughout the institution, in defiance of the needs or planning of other departments (like classification, education, inmate committee...) to the point that it is detrimental to operations or the individual needs of inmates. Also, Stony Mountain has a very white guard force with a large Indigenous prisoner population, which can't help matters and might explain a great deal...]
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yemme · 3 months
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I knew they were stealing organs. That's why I said get the FBI. Alabama state has been organ harvesting its prisoners and anyone else that may have gone missing. Whatever your race or ethnic group keep your ass out of jail. Keep your blood type to yourself. Stay safe out here.
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dcbinges · 5 months
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Vigilante #3 (1984) by Keith Pollard & Marv Wolfman
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llycaons · 3 months
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Human trafficking is a form of modern-day slavery where people profit from the exploitation of others.
obviously these are extreme and horrific situations but do you know how much of this training is like 'this is illegal" and then describes something that almost already exists under late-stage capitalism
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coochiequeens · 1 year
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Would Insider consider interviewing this guys victims about their fight for justice?
An incarcerated drag queen jailed for his role in a child sex trafficking operation was given a platform to garner sympathy for his difficulties in male prison as a “trans woman of color.”
On March 31, Insider published an article titled “I’m a Trans Woman of Color in an All-Male Prison. I had to fight for my right to gender-affirming care behind bars.” The byline was under the name Christina Alicia, but the author is better known as Christopher Thomas Lynch or Christina Alicia Lynch.
Last October, Reduxx reported that Lynch had been using social media to crowdfund for “gender affirming” treatments, advocate for trans causes, and write for “harm reduction” magazines. This is despite the fact Lynch is currently in prison serving a sentence stemming from a 2012 arrest for forcing a teenage boy into prostitution. 
The male youth, who identified as a transgender “girl,” was plied with cocaine and used to make child sexual abuse materials in addition to being forced to have sex with men up to four times per day for money.
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But the teenager was not the only victim. 
Lynch and his boyfriend, Steven Lemery, were found to have run an exploitation ring in which they used social media to lure gay and transgender teenage boys for the purposes of forcing them into the sex trade. Lemery, who was a drag queen and go-go dancer at a gay club, was in a polyamorous relationship with Lynch, as well as a woman and her boyfriend. There were multiple small children residing in the home where the abuses took place.
The trafficked teenagers were reportedly locked in the bedroom closet when not being abused or prostituted, and the case involved at least four victims from the states of Georgia, Alabama and South Carolina. Deputies reported that the men had been trafficking teens for “two or three years” prior to being discovered.
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“Most of the victims were runaways or easy targets,” explained Chief Deputy Sheriff Stan Copeland of the Douglas County Sheriff’s office at the time. “They would put the kids in a dependent situation. If they wanted to leave, they’d have to perform sexual favors.”
At the time of his arrest, Lynch worked as a drag queen under the moniker Pasha Nicole. 
During his trial, Lynch called the repeated sex abuse and trafficking of the children “a stupid mistake,” despite the fact he had initially tried to pin the entirety of the blame on Lemery.
Prior to prosecutors unfurling the extent of the horrific abuses, Lynch had given interviews with local media in which he feigned ignorance to what had happened, portrayed himself as an asset to police, and claimed he had no role in the victimization of the children. But during his trial, it was revealed that Lynch had transported the youth to their adult clients and taken the money from them following their “sessions,” netting a massive income from their sexual exploitation.
“Mr. Lynch had found his meal ticket. Anytime the victim walked out of the household [of a client], [Lynch] was sitting with [his] hand out, took the money and fed them cocaine,” the state prosecutor said of his crime.
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Lynch was first taken into custody on March 4, 2011 for a number of sexual offenses. 
Among the charges was an indictment for knowingly harboring a child for the “purposes of sexual servitude.” He was ultimately convicted on two counts of sexual exploitation of a child, pandering by compulsion, possession of drug-related items, and one count of pimping a minor – which was reduced from human trafficking during a plea deal. He was released on parole in 2018, but quickly rearrested after violating his conditions.
In his Insider op-ed, Lynch glossed over the substance of his crimes, stating simply: “I found myself facing felony charges and was sentenced to 14 years in prison for conduct that occurred when I was 19. In 2012, I entered the Georgia prison system as a 21-year-old trans woman of color.”
The remainder of the piece is used by Lynch to discuss his legal fight for hormones and “gender affirming” treatment by the Georgia Department of Corrections, as well as his educational progress.
“I’ve been blessed to be able to get an education with the assistance of friends and sponsors. While in prison, I’ve earned a diploma in paralegal studies, a certificate in civil litigation, and completed my bachelor’s in theology,” Lynch writes. “I’m wrapping up my master’s in theological and historical studies at Amherst Theological Seminary, with conditional acceptance to their doctoral program.”
Calling Georgia’s trans inmate policies “tyranny,” Lynch also claims he has been the victim of mistreatment while in a men’s prison, stating: “As a trans woman, I’ve faced numerous dangers: harassment, violence, discrimination, and lack of access to medical care. I’ve also been physically and sexually assaulted on several occasions. As happens with many victims, I was accused of lying about it.”
When Reduxx first reported on Lynch, it was revealed that he had been operating a Twitter account with over 21,000 followers from behind bars. 
Lynch had used his Twitter to make misogynistic and lesbophobic comments towards feminist users, including attacking an account dedicated to lesbian survivors of sexual assault. He also rallied trans activists to donate to his fundraisers in an effort to secure “gender affirming care.” 
On TikTok, using the name @ImprisonedPrincess, Lynch was seen dancing in his cell to popular songs and making sexually suggestive videos. 
Following Reduxx‘s initial report, Lynch deleted his Twitter and TikTok accounts.
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The Insider piece was not the first time Lynch had found a sympathetic platform.
Lynch had published multiple articles related to his legal cases and his experience in prison in Filter magazine under the pen name once associated with his Twitter. In a piece titled “As Trans Women Incarcerated in Georgia, Our Medical Needs Are Brutally Ignored,” he outlines his case and other similar legal fights by incarcerated males for hormones or transfers to women’s prison. In another, he discusses how using methamphetamine helped him successfully complete school while incarcerated.
While Lynch had once stated he was planning on suing the Georgia Department of Corrections for a second time in order to secure a transfer to a women’s prison, it is unclear if he is proceeding with his plan. In the Insiderpiece, he notes his projected release date is 2025.
By Anna Slatz
Anna is the Co-Founder and Editor-in-Chief at Reduxx, with a journalistic focus on covering crime, child predators, and women's rights. She lives in Canada, enjoys Opera, and kvetches in her spare time.
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wcrjreporter · 5 months
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Inmate Report 07-30-22 4:30 A.M.
 4:30 A.M.                                                                                        07-30-22 
Being an anti-sex trafficking activist, in a town that is considered a hub of sex trafficking, in one of the highest trafficking states in the Nation, is precarious… to say the least. 
How I ended up in Warren County Regional Jail in Bowling Green, Kentucky involves a Chinese Manufacturing Company, a dead dog, a divorce, sex, drugs, lots of rock n roll, and many other world-traveled family secrets along the way. 
The why’s of what I’m actually writing about here is still unfolding, as is the what in the hell happened that I would be CHARGED with complicity to rape and kidnapping, and how in the hell will this all end… remains to be seen. All I know is I am charged with something I would never do, in a Jail full of people who probably would (side note: apparently even the Jail itself has a reputation for doing the things I am charged with. Ha.) 
On top of that I am, as I mentioned before, an activist… which means even while facing my own hellish, nonsensical, purgatorial reality, seeing what is happening to the human beings around me I cannot help but feel the need to do something. Even if attempting to do so leads to my own peril. (You may think that statement dramatic, but wait until the investigation and whatever this current saga may be is over. This town is twisted. That is a total understatement.)
I’m not necessarily writing this for anyone in particular, more as a mental exercise to keep myself grounded in reality. Reality can be brutal sometimes when you’re in here. Dreams offer escape, but waking up to this shit-hole of a cell after being literally anywhere else in my mind is a special kind of hell. Same four walls, same foul air, same putrid food, same tainted water. All of us trapped in here, having to find new ways every day to live together. Some days are VERY hard.
Currently all the cells surrounding mine are on Covid lockdown (but oddly, only for 5 days). Many of the Deputies, also the Jailer, remain unmasked when entering cells despite this. He (The Jailer) is not my biggest fan, since this week I spoke to Department of Corrections (DOC) alongside my colleague on the outside about the conditions here. Those complaints ended with DOC making a “home visit” to WCRJ, complete with a kitchen walkthrough and a sit-down interview with yours truly. (Later, it would turn out, DOC did nothing to address the issues I spoke to them about regarding severe medical neglect, sexual harassment of inmates by Guards, tasing people in restraint chairs, not providing proper medication to inmates, unhealthy and unsafe food and living conditions, improper mental health care, etc. Just a wink and nod at the Jailer and away they went. Meanwhile, since then, people have literally died… or sued the Jail for sexual abuse as well.)
I was subsequently visited by two Deputies the next day who pulled me out of my cell to ask me if I had any rapes in my cell specifically to report. I told them, at the moment in my cell, no. They made me sign a piece of paper which later turned out to be a statement claiming I agreed that I  made false PREA (Prison Rape Elimination Act) reports… which stemmed from me telling my colleague over a video chat (monitored by the Jail) that I had received several reports from female inmates in the Jail of sexual assault, and some allegations that the Jailer had a hand in covering up such assaults himself. (Later like I said the Jail would be sued for sexual assault by a Guard on a female Inmate… after all this occurred with me… just throwing that out there.) They had me sign this form to cover their ass. Clearly it didn’t stop the actual, serious problem of Guards assaulting female inmates.
It was an odd situation since I had never made out a PREA report. I had simply told my friend, IN VERY VAGUE TERMINOLOGY to protect the identities of the people who told me they were assaulted, that some serious things had happened there. (Unfortunately, after this, the serious things continued.)
My friend has set up another video visit with me today and I’m not quite sure what to tell her, because based on how they have reacted to all this I am concerned about possible retaliation against myself (which eventually does happen), or more importantly the women who told me about the alleged abuse.
On top of that issue, there is medical neglect here. When my friend “M” was sick two weeks ago (shaking suddenly with a fever) we tried many times to call for the Guards or hail medical (even pressing the emergency button on the wall) since… in a situation like that you can’t very well drive yourself to a hospital or get a first aid kit. You’re locked behind bars. You need assistance, even for basic healthcare. After no response for a considerable time (I’m talking 20, 30 mins) we had another inmate in the cell call her family on the phone and tell them to call the front desk at the jail and tell them there was a medical emergency in our cell. This was pure desperation at this point.
10 minutes later the Guard comes in screaming at her (and us) in the cell and demanded she come out. While she finally got escorted (very rudely) to medical we then lost our TV privileges and all but one phone in our cell for the rest of the day. We were told this was for us calling her family and getting them to call the front and make a complaint in order to expedite our cellmates medical care. Apparently you get punished for asking for help here when you are sick.
When my friend “D” (one of the female inmates who also told me she was abused in the Jail in 2019) was vomiting so hard in our cell she literally pissed herself three nights ago,then started wretching, and finally went into a seizure, they wouldn’t help her. It wasn’t until I threatened to file a grievance unless they took her to a hospital and got her medical care. They finally came in and removed her from the cell, but instead of getting her medical attention they took her and dumped her in an isolation cell (the hole) to seize, piss, shit, and vomit on herself alone. They then kept her in isolation for three days, she only just got back yesterday to our cell. Shell-shocked, haggard, and glad to be alive.
When she got back she told me that she almost lost her mind when she came to from her seizure and realized she had been put in the exact same cell she was raped in in 2019, an assault she claims the Jailer knew about. She begged to be moved but no one listened to her, and she had to spend days sick, broken, and filled with panic and disgust.
There is an evil in this place. Evil happens here, and corrupts. I have written letters, I have written songs, I have prayed, danced, and tried to sing it away, but even now I can feel the light draining from my eyes. I don’t hear the women screaming at night as much as I used to and I wonder - did they move them because I complained? Did they get out? Did they survive?
August 1st marks 80 days that I’ve been here (I was arrested Friday the 13th - true story) and so far I myself have escaped the “turtle suit”, getting tased, being left to piss and shit myself in the restraint chair, or raped in the hole, and I wonder if I will get out. Will I survive? (I ended up surviving, but now I am fighting on the outside to keep my freedom… which is why I’m posting this anonymously.)
Either way, despite my charges, despite that reputation, I cannot stop myself from speaking up for those who haven’t survived. Will anyone believe me? Who knows… but for the first time in my life I am learning to use my voice. I just pray for all of us it’s not too late.
Anon #143669
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Person A is a gifted healer who gets captured by human traffickers, to be sold to some rich person suffering from a chronic illness and desiring a personal healer. Person B is the leader of the group of traffickers and has horrible scars on their body that cause them a great deal of pain, but when Person A sees their injuries, they offer to heal them and is able to heal them and remove the pain. Person B decides to keep Person A as their personal healer after this.
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amerasdreams · 11 months
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The problem is that the people who need the most help are the hardest to help. They are the most unreachable. Most dangerous to get to. They are immersed in horrors and it's extremely hard for anyone on the outside to even know they exist. Or find them. And even open source investigation, seeing horrific images, can be taxing to the sensitive people who are the kind that long to help the lost people the most!!!!!!
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