Showing posts with label visitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label visitation. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2011

Only With Your Father, God and The Bible...

Written on February 19, 2011,

   I was aiming to go to Rec again today, but when I got up for 6:00AM standing count, I almost couldn't stand up in time. I pinched a nerve in my lower back that was causing severe muscle spasms and debilitating pain in certain positions. So after breakfast I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep while doing my best to keep my back straight. I woke up just before lunch and was as stiff as a board. I went to lunch and came back long enough to do standing count and get ready for Rec before 12:30PM. I still went to Rec with every intention of working out so I could shake this stiffness and hopefully un-pinch the nerve causing me these problems. After Rec I felt a little better and the hot shower helped some too. It's not perfect but I can't expect much more without a chiropractor.

   My cellmate got called out for a visit he was expecting to get on Sunday, but I guess they came earlier due to the pending storm. He was called out around 3:15PM and unfortunately neither he nor his father knew visits only go until 4:00 on weekends. They canceled his visit around 3:45PM giving him only a half hour or so. That really sucks for him. He doesn't have anyone else out there that he's in touch with anymore besides his father. So between visits that he looks forward to so much, he has the Bible and God.

   The remainder of my Saturday was spent reading and talking to my cellmate about things I'm sure hardly any others in here are educated enough on to hold a conversation about. Like computer hardware, software, languages of code, differences of operating systems, and other technology related subjects. I have been trying to limit my food intake because I find myself eating out of boredom, and I'm gaining weight too fast. So I had to keep myself distracted enough to not eat anything either. I think it was pretty late when I had the light turned off.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Saturday, March 5, 2011

A Day of Paperwork.. and Strange Silence.

Written on Tuesday, February 1, 2011

  For the most part I slept the majority of the morning other than getting up for meals and head counts.  Around 2:30 PM the 2nd shift Sarge passed out everyone's canteen orders, slowly but surely.  After he finished canteen he started on mail.  Today everyone got copies of their monthly balance and transaction sheets.  They show details of an inmate's funds.  I also got an updated visitation list that now included my brother too.

  In addition I received a copy of my 'Personal Accountability and Goals sheet.'  I filled one out immediately after coming to DCI, but after being here this long, having had some study options, my answers now differ from when I first got here.  So, I'll have a copy from then and now to take with me  to A&E for staffing. 

  Other than that, I spent the evening reading and writing.  I didn't go out to help the swamper tonight because the Sarge wasn't going for it.

  The snow is really coming down and the wind is blowing at 35 mph so this has prevented my cellmate from leaving to boot camp yet.  Anyhow, now I'm going to eat, read and lay down to sleep hopefully.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

From A Good Day to Bad All In One

Written on Saturday, January 29, 2011

   After breakfast this morning I came back to my cell and debated staying up until my visit, but it was dark still so I couldn't read without turning on the light and waking my cellmate, so I decided to go back to sleep until it got light out. I ended up sleeping until 9:00 AM when they came and told me I had a visit. This was my first visit since coming to D.C.I. so I didn't know I had to wear my green uniform top over my brown shirt and I was sent back to get it.

   Once I got it and made it to the visiting area they gave me a list of rules to read before I could go to my actual visit. 'Only a hug and a kiss at the beginning and end of the visit. The inmate may not get up to go to the vending machines, etc... ' Two pages worth of rules. My sister, Mom and Dad all came to visit me. We talked about how it was here, how things were at home and your typical conversation. I signed up to get two pictures at $1.50 a piece. When they took the first one of the four of us all standing together I was pleased enough with it. Mostly because it's probably one of the few of us together since I was a young teenager. Unfortunately, my brother wasn't here to partake in it with us. Maybe next time. I chose to get two copies of the first photo rather than getting another one taken. When they brought the copies to our table I was happy enough with them even though my hair is long and I don't know, I just look different. I'm not sure if it's good or bad yet, I just know I've gained some weight. Anyhow, I ate a vending machine chimichanga with a clear Mt. Dew. We talked some more before they came to my table with a white slip of paper signifying that my visit was over. We all hugged and said our 'I love you's' and I walked up to the Correctional Officers s to get searched.

   They do a full strip search at the end of a visit for obvious reasons. When I got back to my cell I was in a daze for a while. It's been a while since I've seen my family. Now I noticed the guy in the cell across from mine was in his cell while everyone was at lunch. He told me one of the C.O.'s in the chow hall was poking his finger in his back and he told the C.O. Not to touch him. So, the C.O. Sent him back upstairs to eat in his cell. After everyone else got back from chow I locked down and after 12:15 PM head count I went to Rec. for 50 mins.

   After Rec. we had showers from 1:30 PM to 3:30 PM and actually got them finished in this time thanks to the sergeant who was working 2nd shift. He stayed on everyone not allowing longer showers or slow people to hold up progress. I've been recently corrected for calling the blue shirts C.O.'s. It doesn't make sense to me but, to save any confusion of rank or pronunciation of names, the inmates generally call the blue shirts 'Sarge' regardless of how many stripes they have on their arm. At worst case, you are giving them more credit than they are due, but oh well.. I'd been sticking to 'sir' and 'Ma'am' this whole time personally.

   Now, after showers, we had dinner and while going to dinner I saw one guy walk into another guys' cell and exchange some unfriendly words during showers. I don't think anything came of it though.

   After 5:30 head count I went out to help the swamper with his chores. Got the shower cleaned, the trash taken out, questions answered and ice delivered. Then, him and I sat down and played cribbage until 8:45 PM. After that we had to lock down for head count. I made some noodles for a snack before bed, did headcount, ate and put our “L” sign in the door (it notifies the 3rd shift to shut off your light) and read a chapter in my book. After reading a bit I dozed off and woke up an hour later maybe to my light still on. When I looked at the door our sign wasn't in it but sitting next to it. Immediately I knew my dumbass cellmate took it out before they shut off the light. So I laid there until I heard the 3rd shift Sgt. doing his rounds. I got up and stuck the sign in the door so he shut the light off before my cellmate could say anything. I told my cellmate before that he's dumb as hell if he thinks he;s going to sleep all day and keep me up all night because he isn't tired anymore.

   After the lights went out I laid down and started to drift off... just as my cellmate decided to get up and do a middle of the night workout!? What The Fuck?!? At this point my patience dropped to a level so low it was almost undetectable. But, somehow, I managed my composure long enough for him to wear himself out. So I started off to dreamland on more time only to be woke up by his rapping and tapping on the wall. He kept this shit up all night until just before 6:00 AM headcount. I couldn't take it anymore... I was pissed off and overly-tired.

~J. Doe

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Visiting Dodge Correctional Institution

My visitation on Saturday, February 26, 2011

(I decided I'd share a visit and possibly more in the future with the readers.)


  Today is my first day visiting “Jon Doe” at Dodge Correctional Institute ( DCI .) This is the first time I have ever even attempted to visit anyone in any prison system. This visit in particular has been overly anticipated.

  I have some rather large piercings that would set the metal detector off so I removed them before I left. This was a chore in itself. When the Dodge Correctional Institute was contacted about the piercings and the possibility of using a wand they said they “didn't have a wand” which I knew was a lie. The officers all use them while looking for contraband at any time needed, you even see them used by some random 'rent-a-security' at music events, but we all have to jump through hoops to get to where we want to be. I made sure I had the least amount of metal on me because, I guess, the rule is that you have three chances to pass through the walk through detector and if you fail, you have to leave the prison property.

  The drive up to Dodge Correction Institute took about as long as I expected. The snow was coming down harder and harder the closer we got. It doesn't bother me much, more of my worries are in others driving around me. It was pretty simple to get there. When you get close you see the watch towers, electric fence, razor wire and all. It is quite obvious you are at the prison. I then parked in the visitation area and went inside the lobby type building.

  Right when I walked into the building the buzzer on the metal detector was going off! It wasn't me walking through the door, it was another visitor walking through the metal detector who was setting it off. Then, they pulled out a metal detector wand and passed it over the guy. I obviously had thoughts running through my head (about them lying about not having a wand when they were directly contacted and questioned on the subject) but I just smiled inside and made a small quiet comment. They determined it was his fastener on his jeans. I assume at this time that they are trying to reveal illegal contraband because they told him he could not go in and instructed him on where he might find pants to buy locally that would pass. The other party in the same visitation, which I assume is his wife, had made it through and pleaded the case that they had never had problems before. By the looks of their age they were probably there to visit their son or maybe a relative or someone closer to their own age but I doubt older. No exceptions here, rejected, do not pass go, do not collect $200. I wanted to walk up and tell him a trick to pass through but I had already taken my own precautions to prevent something causing me from being denied, I didn't want something petty like that getting in the way of the visitation.

  After inside, you fill out a paper with the visitors info and inmate to visit, take a number and sit down. Yes, it felt like the DMV. When they call your number you go up and the visitors on the paper all show their I.D.'s. They then do whatever on the computer, I'm not catching some crazy charge for being curious but they are probably just checking to make sure everyone visiting is on the accepted list. Then you get your I.D. back and you are told to put all the extras you have on you in a locker. Next, you walk through the metal detector. I, as planned, passed right on through. After that you get a stamp on your hand. One which only shows up under a UV black light. I didn't exactly understand the reasoning to this at first. I suppose there is always the chance that someone, somehow, could sneak in without being approved. Next, I went through a door into another room where a guard was sitting behind glass and there was the black light right above me. After he glances to see that you have a stamp (mine just appeared at this time to be a rectangular smudged mess so I can't even tell you what it was) he buzzes you through the next door and I believe there was another door right after that which we got buzzed through.

  The last door led outside into a chain link fence hallway like thing to another gate, which someone, I'm assuming the previous guard, buzzes you through. On the outside of this fence hallway like thing are the electric fence lines. A lot like what you would see on a farm but I would guess they were at least twice the diameter. Probably more, this was just a glance at them. Also they were spaced quite close. Obviously, they do not want to make it easy to slide through for security reasons. I would say they were spaced evenly at about 8 inches apart, a body couldn't just slip through the lines as they are without getting a zap (I do not know what they run through these lines though I'd be curious on voltage and amperage just to get an idea.) The razor wire is still visible. Yes, I am definitely inside the prison walls but, we are now outside....

  I was a bit confused after walking through that last gate. I followed the path and there was a sign directing us to the visitation area. It went down a sidewalk along a road I assume they use to patrol and just plain get around the prison yard the easy way. I asked out loud but jokingly, “Where's the shuttle bus???” After a walk we got to the entrance. If I remember correctly we got buzzed in there too. I was a bit confused but assumed we were just on camera and our tax dollars pay for someone to sit and watch that camera and hit a button when they see someone there. Next is the choice of the stairs or the elevator to go up a floor. Just for others' information, if you are handicapped you are supposed to have an officer assist you on the short elevator lift. Then a door with a light switch. You turn on the light switch to have someone come and let you in. In my head I was thinking, “someone's wake up alarm was just turned on.”

  When the door is opened you enter a fairly large area of a wing in this prison maze. You are told a number to sit at. Each “table” to sit at consists of a small generic looking coffee table and a group of chairs. One chair is sitting on the far side, it is a dark brown chair with a number on it, on the opposite side are a few other lighter colored beige chairs. The dark one with the number on it is meant for the inmate and the other light chairs are for the visitors.

  On the coffee table like thing is a list of rules. One of them says the inmate is responsible for cleaning the table even though the inmate can't go and get anything from the vending machines during the visit, and in the end, has to be the first to leave. Nearly an oxymoron. It almost seems as they can't really leave their seat until the visitation is over. The obvious idea to me is they do not want any exchanges happening.. drugs, money, cell phone, whatever contraband... When it comes down to it, if anyone had half a brain, they could pass whatever when all the officer's were sitting in there area far off to the corner, joking, laughing, not paying any attention to anything other than their conversation. But, don't forget the two dome cameras on two of the four corners of this large visitation area. The people watching those probably catch most of the passes caught during a visitation. The officers on the floor were acting like the old kids on the playground during recess while in school. Please, if you call your job a profession, then act professional, otherwise just move out of the way for a person that is willing to be the professional that you are not.

  So when he came out he had just gotten finished with Rec. Let's just say when he went in he weighed around 170lbs and when he came to the table he said he had just weighed himself after Rec at 206lbs. I could see it when he walked up. He gained weight and it wasn't fat. That was obvious by how he walked, sat and composure in general. It probably helped that right after Rec he got a 2 hour visitation. Great time to relax! You may look at this and think to yourself that this person is already institutionalized and just preparing to hold his own. This was far from the case. Think, if the only free time you have during the day is about 50 minutes in a gym like scene you would probably make the most use of it. You can play basketball and hope that you become the next prison pro, you can play volleyball and try to place yourself in the US volleyball team and dream about the Olympics, you can walk your laps to work off calories during this time and talk to others walking. The only other choice is you can put the time to use and gain health through working out your body that you were probably neglecting before hand.

  The visitation went fast. Maybe because it was my first time in an institution that size and actually how long it has actually been since I seen him. It was a lot to take in. I caught myself just staring at him with my mind wondering numerous times. Anyways, it seemed like the short county jail visitation was comparable to this much longer two hour visitation at Dodge Correctional Institute which in reality was far longer. Time flew by.

  He had to get up to leave first for some reason. I could see a possible security reason but I had seen many much larger holes in the security. Then we got up and met an officer at the door who opened it with a large prison key. It was basically the same procedure going back through all the gates and doors. When we got to the “black light” we had to show our stamp again. This is where I started to understand the stamp more. For security reason's this would be a simple attempt at keeping inmates from somehow sneaking out with visitors. This security measure is definitely a weak one. As I said before, it was just a smudged mess which could easily be recreated. Just another measure to keep the average person satisfied when it comes to the security of the prison.

  I found myself immediately thinking about when I could possibly come see him again. The time just went by too fast, I haven't seen him in quite a while, he spends almost all day locked up so his visitation time is like a vacation from that cell... I was ready to go back to visit already yet I was just leaving from the first visitation.

  When we were leaving it was still snowing. It had been snowing the whole time. The roads weren't perfect but they weren't as bad as some people made it seem while they were driving down the same road. Even with these conditions, the ride seemed to just fly by. I don't know if it was all the thoughts inside my head or what... I still really don't know where the time went to this moment.

~ “3rd Party”

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Family Support Feels Good

...finishing the writings of January 26, 2011

  At 7:15 PM I got to make my call home.  It was nice to talk to my Mom.  It's always nice to hear from someone you care about.  She said everyone is doing well at home and she asked if my sister was approved for visitation as she'd like to come visit this weekend with my parents as long as the weather was decent. I let her know my sister was approved, then asked how my brother was doing.  She said he had some job offer near Middleton.  Apparently it's for a CNC machinist related position, which is his specialty, but the distance is the problem.  I know he hated driving back an forth from Madison for his last job, but hell, if they paid me enough I'd drive wherever.



  My brother was originally the one who asked if I was interested in doing some sort of daily log noting how everyday life is in the Wisconsin Prison System.  I thought it was a great idea and just recently started, while figuring I'd only have a small amount to write about every day.  Well, after starting this and writing daily for only five days, I've realized there is a lot more to write about than I thought.  I just want to be as descriptive as possible so anyone who reads this can get a full visualization of how it's like in here.  I just hope my brother can keep up with typing these for me.  I'm sure I have much more free time to be writing than he does. 



  If anyone has any questions for me please feel free to post any questions and I will respond to them as soon s I receive them.  Or, if you'd like to write to me personally I'd enjoy having a pen pal to communicate with. 

(His address was given but this was before he was told I felt it important to keep it more anonymous.  If you are really interested in writing you can contact me and if I don't see any reason not to give his address information to you I'd be more than happy to offer it.  email: prison.gates@gmail.com  facebook: http://www.facebook.com/PrisonGates  or twitter:  http://twitter.com/prisongates   ~ "3rd Party")



  I'd like to let my brother know how much I appreciate him posting my logs for me as I know it will be time consuming.  I hope somebody takes some kind of interest in reading these as well.  I'm not quite sure if something like this would be interesting to other people or not, or if my writing style is even interesting enough.  I guess we'll have to see...  For now I'm going to read some of my book before I call it a night.  Until tomorrow...



~ J. Doe

Friday, February 18, 2011

Being Gay is Contagious?

Written on Wednesday, January 26, 2011...

  It's been a typical day for the most part.  I signed up to be a swamper, so when our swamper leaves, maybe I can get the position.  It's nothing special really, but it helps pass time and I'm sure it can't hurt for when I get staffed.

  I forgot to mention, I received a visitation list yesterday.  This one included my sister.  So now, both my Mom, Dad and sister are on it.  Maybe they'll come visit this weekend.

  For some reason I was really tired today and managed to fall back asleep after breakfast and sleep until lunch.  After lunch I read for a while and then we did clean-up around 2:00 PM.  The C.O. working 2nd shift today isn't a usual unit worker.  So, he felt the need to do cell inspections during clean up and took our chip bags that my cellmate and I use to cook noodles in.

  Fifteen minutes after clean-up was Rec. from 2:30 PM to 3:20 PM.  While we were at Rec., our other C.O. decided to full cell searches.  They tore our bunks apart and searched our property lockers.  They took anything they felt was unauthorized property.  Including my paper bag I kept all my paperwork in and the salt packets the nurse gave me.  The bag was gone, but I showed them my paperwork from the H.S.U. for the salt and tylenol that the nurse gave me for my swollen tonsils a few weeks ago, so they gave they gave the salt packets back.  Later, I noticed they also took my empty peanut butter jar I used to mix my powdered milk in.  They can keep it, it's not worth the argument.

  At dinner a whole bunch of people were giving the swamper shit because he got a cellmate earlier.  Since his his cell only has one bunk the new cellmate has to sleep on a mat on the floor for now.  They were messing with him because the new cellmate is quite feminine, if not openly gay.  I think I might be one of the few people in here who is straight and has gay friends.  They act as if it's contagious.  I'm not going to get on that subject right now.  The last time I did, I argued with my cellmate for nearly two hours before giving up due to frustration.

~J. Doe