About a year ago I was arrested for an old traffic ticket dated back to 1990 that wasn’t mine (I was the victim of identity theft) and was taken into custody. Well as a result of all that stuff I was placed in a module in which they house inmates who have to work. I heard a deputy scream over the intercom the term “house-mouse” to the front with a really loud and aggressive voice then I heard another voice telling people to "radio" that meant for you to shut up or get beat up.
And out popped the body of a brother who was there to jump at any thing that the deputy wanted at that time be it to wake up the slaves or to get info on what was going on. When I seen this with my own two eyes I could not believe it. It was an ugly site for sore eyes to see along with the level of oppression that takes place in the men's central jail. It is so inhuman to the point that I had to literally place my face down on the mattress that I was not sleeping on but placed on because I could not sleep at all for almost six days.
I heard a burst of commotion at the front door of the module and to my surprise in came about fifteen people with very loud and threatening voices yelling all kinds of threats about what they would do if they caught you looking up while they counted you like cattle and slaves both black and brown along with poor whites. I was trying to snatch a peek at what all the commotion was about but was snatched down buy someone who was an inmate and told to close my stupid eyes and don't look up until they were gone. I felt like a slave boy running from the masters of oppression at that time. After they left I ask the brother what that was all about and he stated it was about you laying there a fake dead or you would probably be beaten up for looking. Only God knows what they do while you are scared to death with your eyes closed.
Then the house mouse popup up after the count cleared, I will tell you the truth my friend about what I’ve seen. There is no reason to lie about the situation. I would rather get caught at a Klan rally with a Martin Luther king shirt on than to be in the men's central jail for two minutes. The level of human abuse in that place is incomprehensible.
Now I see why people come out of there ready to die or kill. People you have to see it to believe it. I pray that whichever candidate is elected to office for supervisor will help give our America citizens and others a better shot towards justice.
This is every thing but a game people. We have to save our world. Lord knows I feel sorry for the poor bloods that I seen locked up in tiny cells with amputations because they are diabetic and the county only cuts limbs not fix them.
I think the saddest thing I saw was on the diabetic floor the so-called high-risk bloods were begging for clean socks and food. Guess who has a vested interest in prison and incarcerations: PEPSI, DORITOS TRAIL MIX and Mr Seven Up himself, oh and one more person, the big boy Mr AT&T who charges these poor people hundreds of dollars every month to accept calls from jail or you can buy their very own special little card for twenty five dollars.
All these things you can do from your six by nine cell. They have given a new meaning to the word cell phone, I seen a brother talking until the next day on the phone in his cell. I was stunned and fully oppressed at that point of the game.
I have not seen the inside of one of those places in over twenty three years so it was an eye opener to see grown men put to bed at 4:30 in the afternoon. My kids go to bed later than that, so what I' am saying to both the black and brown is that we have to stay out of the day room. Be Bop congratulations and Big Al you and Potts get at me because we got these streets on a small lock when it comes to the stopping of the killing.