Written on March 10, 2011....
Well, I woke up this morning, if you
can even consider what I had as sleep, and was told to get ready to
leave in about 30 minutes. Then I was handed two small cartons of
Rice Krispies and two cartons of milk. I ate my “breakfast”,
brushed my teeth, and took my linens off my bed. Then I waited...45
minutes later they told me to come out and line up outside the unit
with two other inmates who were also leaving. They took us to the
Intake Area and put us in 4 holding cells before calling us out one
by one in the order we were to be cuffed and shipped out. I am
minimum security, so I didn't get shackled like every else. After
that, they put us in another holding cell until calling us out in the
order we were being dropped off and had us board the bus in that
order.
The bus is a typical Greyhound style
bus with bars on the inside of the windows and cages at the front and
back to isolate inmates from the Corrections Officers. There is a
bathroom on board because you won't be getting off until reaching
your receiving prison. If you have to wipe, you just get creative as
they say. Luckily we only stopped at Fox Lake Correctional
Institution for a short while before getting to my stop at Columbia
Correctional Institution.
After leaving the bus, they brought
me inside and put a second set of handcuffs on me before taking off
the first set and the belly chains. Then they had me step into a
shower/cell, closed the gate, and had me put my hands through the
bars to remove the cuffs. Then came the strip search. I removed all
my clothes, ran my fingers through my hair, opened my mouth and moved
my tongue around, under arms, then turned around for the bottoms of
the feet and the ass crack. When they had me get dressed again, it
was in different clothes and denim coveralls instead of uniform
greens. They re-cuffed me through the bars; this time behind the
back. They then brought me out and through a few other doors before
removing the cuffs. After that I walked outdoors to the opposite end
of the institution grounds. The fresh air was unbelievable!!
At the end of the sidewalk was a
warehouse, or so it looked. I went through an electronically locked
gate and inside I was told to go to the right. At a table were my
new blankets and sheets. After giving an inmate my sizes, he gave me
clean under clothes and a red uniform. I looked like a skinnier
version of Santa Clause, but so did everyone else, so I couldn't care
less. They gave me a blue rulebook and a bunk number, and I was on
my own!
Until tomorrow...
~J.Doe
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