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  • Gobierno Nombre: Omar Austin
  • Número de registro: 204603C
  • Edad:31
  • Tiempo de servicio:desde 2001
  • Home Town:Newark, Nueva Jersey
  • Frase:60 años + 7 años consecutivos
  • Corriente de carga:Doble Asesinato
  • Alias:K.O.
  • Fecha de la versión:2043
  • Prisión Afiliación:Sangre (San Valentín)
  • Círculo de Influencia:Altariq Gumbs, Lester Alford, Piel Marrón, Tewhan mayordomo,
  • Institución:East Jersey State Prison (Rahway)
  • Si un verdadero G no puede disuadir a youngins, bueno, tenerlo ya medio, pero por lo menos déjame prepararte para el camino.

Back in Solitary Confinement

People, Me gustaría disculparme por mis contribuciones inconsistentes a vivir desde Bloqueado y el movimiento #RaiseUP en los últimos tiempos. I have been placed back in solitary confinement for allegedly speaking language associated with a gang. Pretendidamente, I was directing something. That is how the powers that be came at me. En todo caso, it was more political than that. I was transferred back to Trenton [Nueva Jersey] Prisión Estatal from Rahway [East Jersey State Prison] and locked down. I spent sixteen days without a change of clothes, unable to shave, and I couldn’t even contact my family to let them know where I was. Finalmente, I was able to let them know where I am.

I have to paint this picture of Trenton’s Administrative Segregation (ad-seg) Unit. If it is cold outside, it is colder inside of these cells. Windows are broken with plastic bags over them. Oh don’t worry, the windows have solid, thick metal bars on them. No one is going anywhere. If it is hot outside, it is five times hotter in here. As you know, right now the weather on the East Coast is all over the place.

This place smells very bad, like the funk of a few hundred unclean men. Some of the state’s worst special needs prisoners are housed back here. Because of course, they cannot follow the rules. They get mad at you and threaten to throw shit [human waste] on you. It’s literally like caged monkeys in a zoo. Mental illness is out of control. When the nurse comes through the unit, some guys are so sick they get ass-naked and stand there and masturbate to the nurse. Others talk about having anal sex with her, while she is in listening distance. Some guys are so lost they stand in there cell and argue with themselves out loud for hours. From a distance it sounds like two people.

Imagine a place so hostile simple conversations about basketball can turn into a argument and end in bloodshed on the next group yard. Even if someone tries to back down, the crowd won’t allow it. Guys who are not in a gang are easily talked into one because they need help. They need stamps. They need someone to make phonecalls for them. They need protection from the headhunting gang members who would eat each other if they didn’t’ find something or someone else to eat. Not eat literally, but metaphorically.

The police have a collective fuck you guys attitude. If we write them up for being in the wrong in anyway, they put word out in the prison that you are snitching. SNITCHING!!! On the police! For complaining about being done wrong. Entonces, there are the house-niggers, who have trustee jobs, like as porters. These are the guys who take free food and will then toast the bread and sell it to poor prisoners for the little stamps we may have. The ones who work in property steal our items and sell them or give them away to their friends. The COs who work property take our property that we cannot have while in lockup and mark it down as destroyed and the items end up in the hands of the trustees.

This is where I am, so pardon my inconsistencies at this time. Make no mistake, it’s still #RaiseUP


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