reply to post by defcon5
Have you ever been to jail?
I got to say, I have been to jail many times through out my life. Some for reasons I fully deserved, other times not so much. I actually believe his
story for the simple fact that it sounds like the same thing I have been through in jail myself. It seems very typical of the "booking process". I
have never actually considered it torture, but in reflection, I guess it kind of is.
The fact that it was so cold is actually normal for any jail. I have sat in holding cell freezing my butt off, while the jailors sat at their desk
with jackets on. As an Inmate- you don't complain. You don't say much of anything, if you do you are viewed as a troublemaker by the staff.
The raw sewage, chances are it was done by another inmate. Eventually people do snap and do stupid things in jail as a way to draw attention or get
Getting lost in the system= this is why you don't complain. The staff at any jail I have ever been to make no secret that this is exactly what will
happen if you choose not to cooperate.
No food.. again very typical. Especially in the booking area. The inmates in booking are low on the totem pole of priority. If you do get any type of
food, it will be a bologna sandwich. The reason why inmates are so low on the priority list is because generally you are viewed as someone who will
make bail pretty quick or be OR'ed (released on your own recognizance), or you will just be moved into the general population (at which point you
will be fed when everyone else is) so they dont worry about feeding you. You can eat when you leave or get moved into Gen Pop. If there is anything
left over after feeding the inmates who are being housed at the facility, that will then go to booking.
My last visit to jail was Spartanburg County in South Carolina. I was arrested for DUI. Was I drunk? Nope. Not at all. I was working as a bar back at
a night club that evening. Part of my job was to take out the trash, or as I called it "take the beer bath". You see, waitresses always dump ice,
half full beer bottles, non finished drinks, into the trash cans. I when it was full, I would drag the can outside and pick it up and pour it into a
larger dumpster. It never failed, eventually you got some on yourself. Arms, shirt, feet, legs, it just happened.
So after work I was driving home and my brakes failed on my car. I had actually been working on the brake issue for the last week and trying to trace
the problem. My brakes worked fine as long as I pumped the brake a few times, so I continued to drive the car. When they did fail completely, I was
trying to stop at the stop light. Instead of stopping, the brake pedal went to the floor and I hit the truck in front of me. It was a large truck and
I was in a small car. I actually drove up under the truck and made contact around the middle of my hood. I flew into the windshield and broke the
glass with my head.
The Officer on the scene smelled alcohol, which I explained why I smelled that way. Of course, he didnt believe it. I failed the field sobriety test.
Sorry I could not keep my balance very well after flying face first into the windshield. It was obvious I had a head injury. The hole in the glass and
the cuts and lump on my forehead, it was real easy to see what had happened. Instead the officer arrested me for DUI. I, as any defense lawyer will
tell you, refused the breathalyzer. Which turned out to actually be smart, due to the fact the medication I was would have caused me to fail it
anyway (which I learned when going to DUI classes so I can get my license back for refusing the breathalyzer).
After arriving at the jail, I asked to see a doctor. I thought I was showing signs of a concussion. I was dizzy, I was nauseous and throwing up, and I
as confused. I spent a lot of time listening to the ringing in my head. My jailors refused me any type of medical. They assumed since I was in for
DUI, I was just throwing up from drinking too much. I was in the "booking process" for over 72 hours. I did not get anything to eat till the third
day. I was required to sit in the middle of the room on a chair for 48 hours before being assigned a holding cell. The Jailors even remarked how I
was the first drunk to not pass out in my chair, which was really cute considering I was not drunk when I came in.
Eventually I was given a holding cell made for one person (this cell consist of a floor, a toilet, and a sink. No bunk bed or anywhere to sit), and I
was sharing it with 3 other people. All of us just made a spot on the floor. I fell asleep. Late into day 3 I was moved to Gen Pop. They actually
forgot I was in that cell, they told me they forgot about me, which is why I was not given food until I was moved on day 3. I wont even get into how
cold it was... I will say it took me a day or two after leaving to finally get warm again.