Written on March 9, 2011,
Today started off like any other day
in Dodge. After lunch I got ready for Rec. But before I could go,
the Sgt. came and told me I couldn't go. I asked why I couldn't go
and he told me I was leaving in the morning at 6:00AM so I needed to
pack up. A few minutes later he came back with a couple of paper
bags to put my belongings into, so I asked him where I was going. He
told me CCI (Columbia Correctional Institute) in Portage, WI. So I
checked the Blue Book. It's the book showing the details for all
prisons and other institutions in WI and it showed that CCI was a
maximum-security prison. I'm like, “Great! I ask for minimum and
they give me maximum! It's listed that I'm minimum security, so I
don't understand.” Well, after a little more asking around, I
found out there is a medium-security barracks-style building on the
grounds at CCI. It's a temporary holding facility. The Sgt. also
told me I am scheduled to come back to Dodge at the beginning of
April, then I'm off again to MSDF (Milwaukee Secure Detention
Facility) on April 6th. I start my AODA program on April
18th according to my paperwork. So anyhow, I packed up
everything I had to take with me. I couldn't bring any open food or
hygiene items though. After I packed, I waited for them to come get
me so they could go through my things while they box them up and seal
the boxes.
All day long I waited, and even asked
the Sgt. a few times if he knew what was going on. He said he'd
check into it and made a few phone calls for me, but had no luck. He
didn't find out anything. Come 8:00PM he came back to my cell and
asked if they had come and packed my stuff yet since he had gone on
break. I told him no. He said, “Maybe they will do it in the
morning instead.” I just shrugged and said, “I hope so!”
Later we did standing count and once they finished shift change, I
asked the 3rd shift Sgt. if he knew what was going on with
my stuff being packed. He said he didn't know anything, but he did
know that nothing would be happening tonight. Well I guess I got my
answer then. So I laid back down to read the rest of the book I was
reading. I hate not finishing a book. There's an old prison
superstition that says “If you don't finish the book you're
reading, you'll be back to finish it!” Well needless to say, I
don't want to come back to finish it!
Around 11:30PM the Sgt. Came with a
Captain in a white shirt and another Sgt. To pack my things. They
had no idea why it hadn't been done, but I knew I was leaving at
6:00AM and it had to be done before I left. They had to handcuff me
to let me out of my cell since it was 3rd shift, so I
stuck my hands through the trapdoor and they locked 'em on and let me
out. We carried my two bags to the back where they had boxes. Each
item had to be counted and documented on a packing form. They didn't
let me bring my open soap, shampoo, or conditioner. So instead of
throwing it out, the Captain said he'd let me bring it back to my
cell. He couldn't give me permission to break the rules and give it
to another inmate, but he'd allow me to “Forget it in my cell.”
After we finished, I signed the form and went back to my cell to
finish my book. They took my cuffs back and said they would see me
in the morning. I tried reading the rest of my book but my mind kept
wandering so I just read the last page of each chapter and got the
end of it like that. Then I went to bed.
Until tomorrow...
~J. Doe
Thanks for sharing the interesting story. The past always has stories to remember.
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