So, they did a major chain from Robertson to Ferguson, shut down a solitary confinement pod, and used it for transit. They moved half of the pod left to the E-pod and some extra solitary confinement is in the F-pod, and one section left on the D-pod that consists of 14 cells with inmates in them. Well now, I, the poor guy that gets moved to E-pod along with some more poor guys. Well, one half of this pod is solitary confinement, the other half, well one section is solitary confinement, and the rest are considered and labeled as CMI (chronically mentally ill).

 

So, like I’m thinking, time goes by, weeks, and I’m smelling shit and piss every day, and so I go to recreation dayroom to get this money. It’s free! Ha! What we say in prison about exercising, is that I like hitting the pull-up bar. So I met a guy named Lotto, short for lottery ticket. Anyway, I tell him, “Homie, why is it so loud over here?” He says, “That’s one person over there.” I’m like, “Na FAM, one person? Real talk?” He says, “Yeah, his name is John, and he doesn’t like blacks and Mexicans.” I’m like, “For real, that one won’t shut FAM?” He’s like, “He used to be alright until someone stole his cell phone, then someone stole his shoes, and he just hasn’t shut up since then.”

 

I’m just like, “OK, this how so loud he sounds like he lives in our section.” Days later, he was moved for his safety because his disrespectful racial slurs and annoying voice got tiring. Well, the guys were torturing John to the point he had to be moved, so now he’s in our section in cell 29. His days consist of waking up, yelling, and yelling, endlessly yelling until he runs out of gas. Trust me, this guy has miles on him, so everybody, I mean everybody, cusses him out and does not like him, even people who are usually quiet and calm come out and curse at him.

 

John was so bad, his neighbor killed himself because of John’s endless yelling. I remember the guy telling him, “If you were in population with me, I’d whoop your ass,” a comment from the same guy that killed himself. Sad, but true, this eventually got John moved to another section, A-section, which before he left, he got so quiet and all the people just started attacking him, laughing at him, just plain torturing the guy. Several comments were made, one that said, “Look out, so and so get the chopper ready.”

 

This is how John moving to cell 6 goes. John says, “I’m cool with that guy,” but he’s sounding like a child in terror, about to cry. They are like, “It’s too late, pussy, pack your shit and put your jacket on ’cause they’re gonna pop your pussy ass.” John is quiet, doesn’t know what to say, and he’s scared. As soon as he gets moved to A-section, he gets shit and piss in his cell, they. beat on the steel for hours, and just plain torture the guy. He tells an officer he’s suicidal, which. leads to him going to a place for suicide watch until he catches the chain to another unit, which is a hospital/mental prison.

 

So our days were peaceful, and quiet, well at least in my section. The other sections, well, they’re crazy too, but not as loud as John. Time goes by and well, this guy John appears on the unit again in the dayroom of B-section, waiting to be housed in cell 24. In that process, he gets shit thrown on him, and not only that, piss. He gets placed in his cell soaking, smelling bad. Well, the guy just plain won’t shut up. He yells with the shit and pisses still on his clothes, and he yells like a madman, “Fuck you! Nigger! Coward ass Mexican!” Same thing over and over again. He gets more piss on him and shit on him, and he keeps on yelling racial slurs.

 

Eventually, well, for his safety, he gets moved again. This time to our section again. No matter where he goes, he just won’t be quiet. The security officers don’t like him; prisoners don’t like him, and he. annoys everyone and just gets on everyone’s nerves. He didn’t go a day without getting shit thrown on him, and he just flat-out tells a security officer, “Officer! Officer! My neighbor is throwing shit and piss on me.” Then this stupid motherfucker John tells the security officer out of nowhere, “Fuck you! I’ll slap the shit out of you!” After he asked for help.

 

Well, good luck with that. Later, a security officer sprayed disinfectant on the doors for sanitation. Well, this guy John tells the security officers, “What the fuck are you doing, nigger!”Then he opens his slot and tries to throw water on the security officer. The officer sprays him with gas, which John did to himself, trying to assault the security officer. Dumb guy, and he gets taken to suicide watch. They fix his slot, so it won’t open, and well, fixing his slot brings him back.

 

Well, he gets more piss and shit thrown on him, and just plain goes off on the Mexicans, “Wetbacks! Spic!” Sigh! You name it. Then he starts going off on black people, later hears the news, and starts disrespecting Asians and Iranian people. And this goes on for hours at a time, meaning damn near the whole day, and it fries you out. Turns out, two black people raped him in the population, so he doesn’t like black people, and a Mexican stole his phone and shoes, so he doesn’t like Mexicans. And what’s so crazy about the guy, he can speak and talk normally, fill his commissary slip out, and file grievances because, yes, for his safety, he does file grievances.

 

He will tell people for his safety, and if he gets taken out, he gets taken out around the whole pod again for his safety. Now he’s been yelling for medical, which he allegedly says hurts his chest, and his blood pressure is high. But the thing is, he’s been yelling all day for hours. If he needed medical assistance, then he would not be yelling for hours, would be responsive, and seem just fine