3677
Menú

Follow @ Lockdownlive on twitter.

scdsc

detalles

  • Gobierno Nombre: Emmanuel Jones Ausar
  • Número de registro: 28486-050
  • Edad:29
  • Tiempo de servicio:N / A
  • Home Town:Jersey City, Nueva Jersey
  • Frase:30 años
  • Corriente de carga:Asesinato, Secuestro, RICO, A. Asesinatos, Violaciónes de armas de fuego, A. El asesinato de un informante federal en la cárcel
  • Alias:Killer-E
  • Fecha de la versión:2030
  • Prisión Afiliación:Sangre (Borde)
  • Círculo de Influencia:Tewhan mayordomo, Altariq Gumbs, Kenneth Thompson, Cedric Brown
  • Institución:FCI McKean
  • Conseguir Bloods para unir en la causa para el crecimiento y desarrollo de nuestra juventud para evitar una mayor encarcelamiento.

Es el arte de la guerra

Retirada! Retirada! Todo el mundo de vuelta a sus viviendas!

Es 7:30 a.m. Estoy en la educación ver un DVD en Alejandro Magno, tratando de hacer algo constructivo. Tenía muchas ganas de ver si el video sería reconocer que él robó el conocimiento y la sabiduría de los antiguos en Egipto. Ahora quieren llamar a retiro. Sé que es un poco de mierda, porque esto no es un procedimiento normal. Llamada de trabajo se encuentra en 8:00 de la mañana, ¿por qué llamar a retiro? Me apresuro a volver a la unidad.

Immediately I start to think about the belongings I have that I don’t want discovered if they do a surprise raid. Primero, I pull my brothers up and tell them to put up any belongings they have just in case they choose to raid. Remind you they don’t move like this and the best element is surprise. Es el arte de la guerra. So if you get caught slippin’, you won’t have any thing left. Some of these items are simple possessions, extra blankets, sheets, brooms, cleaning supplies, and other accessories that will make you feel more comfortable.

But it’s the Bureau of Prisons’ (BOP) job to make you as uncomfortable as possible. They want you to be in a cold ass cell, eat poor food and be miserable. They need us to be angry and uneducated so that we come back. It’s one of the reasons they put you on supervised release. They make it where as though you are prone, or even want, to violate due to the conditions they apply upon your release, when you are supposed to be free.

De todos modos, I put up my TV remotes and some other things, so I’m set and on point. I have people in different rooms looking out the window to notify the unit if they see anyone coming. Sure enough, about thirty officers were coming down the walk on their way toward our housing unit. I’ve been locked up for a while so there are only so many processes these people have. Everybody begins to scramble at the last minute. I guess they got too comfortable and didn’t want to believe we were due for a shake down.

They start to take us out the unit one by one. After a vicious pat down in search of shanks or anything else that’s illegal, you see who has the ability to outsmart the officers who only need a GED to work here but feel as though you ain’t shit. Only one person gets knocked off and sent to the SHU (Unidad Especial de Vivienda) for 23 y 1 lockdown. I guess he wasn’t one of the smart ones lol…

They had about 150 of us outside standing outside in the cold, while it was snowing, for about three hours before they called us back to the unit. When we finally did reach the unit, as expected, our rooms had been turned upside down. Made beds were undone and thrown around. Mail was on the floor along with books and whatever else. Pictures were spread around the room. It’s hard to identify what’s missing at the moment. I know for a fact that they took my pillow, for what reason I can’t tell you.

12.08 p.m CO (Corrections Officer) yells: Chow!

It’s time for chow right now, but a lot of people ain’t even beat to go to lunch. We try to straighten our rooms back up. I guess you can say we try to re-establish that little bit of comfort we managed to establish before the shakedown. Some of us will have to slowly work to obtain some of our lost belongings. Some of us will start stressing because they are tired of going through it, and some of us will just say f*ck it and accept what it is.

12:13 p.m Cease all inmate movement! Compound is now closed!

Maldito, something happened! Everybody on the unit runs to the windows to see who was fighting or got stabbed. Everybody want to make sure their peoples are safe. It’s state versus state, gang versus gang, state versus gang, or race versus race in the federal system. Things can get real ugly, real fast. It’s a must you always be on point. Looking out the windows, you see many police running up the hill to two building. We enjoy to see the female COs running up the hill though lol. About five minutes later they bring a Mexican down with a lot of blood on his face and shirt. I know he had to have been stabbed up a couple of times. They bring another one out with a smile on his face. We assume he was the one who put in the work. Con optimismo, we don’t get locked down over this. My daughter’s birthday is tomorrow. I have to call her. Then we see two more Mexicans being escorted down the hill with more blood on them.

12:21 p.m CO yells: Lockdown

This is some bullshit! I guess the day is over. I don’t know when the next time we are going to come out. I know they have to do an investigation. I didn’t have time to do anything today. I guess I’ll just read and do some writing. Hopefully I come out tomorrow and can call my daughter. Times like this you need a phone. I’m already missing out on her life. She expects me to at least call her. If I don’t speak to her, it’s going to be a problem. But I’d be wrong to take my anger out on somebody else, so I will just play it out and control myself. A person who can’t control his emotions is weak. I have to accept the fact that it was my choices that led me to prison, and I have to live with this reality. It is a constant reminder.

It always seems like these people make things worse around the holidays, for some reason. It might be a collision of our own thoughts. Two views of life collide, the strongest will win. Triste pero cierto. De todos modos, let me get into these law books. I hope everyone has a good new year.

If anyone wants advice on what to do to help your child from making the same mistakes I and other prisoner have made, you can reach me by mail:

Emanuel Jones #28486-050
P.O Box 8000
Bradford, Pensilvania 16701

Con optimismo, I can help save a child or even an adult from being in here with me or dead in them streets. This shit far from cool. Know that.

  

Leave a Reply

Su dirección de correo electrónico no será publicada. Los campos necesarios están marcados *


Lea éste libro!

Seleccione su idioma


Editar Traducción

Disparos rápidos

Category