Since October 1st I have moved 3 times, and most recently acquired a cellie. The transition has been, for lack of a better word, turbulent. What had started as an ongoing "attitude problem" with one cop, turned sour when his sordid demeanor manifested into the actual "roughing up" of one of my fellow comrades.
Around September 25th I was moved from my housing unit as a means of administration disruption of our program. I will admit that this little ploy served its intended purpose well, ergo it thoroughly vexed me, so I was not the most complacent or compliant inmate.
On September 27 I was called to move [cells]. I complied and was doing rather splendid tempering my irritation and disgust until we entered the area where, as my luck would have it, our foul mannered coward ass, no back bone having, swine of a "correctional officer," and culprit of previous assault, decided to give a completely unnecessary yank on my cuffed arms. As a result, I started cussing at him.
Once in my cell I started to set my house up when the cops came to my door to cuff up. At first I demanded to know the reason and refused because often time the "Internal Gang Investigators." (the COINELPRO of the CDC) use such strategies as pulling people out of their cell to (Attempt) to question them as well as promote distrust amongst the ranks. Eventually they said that the Sgt wanted to issue my 115 hearing and I complied. But as I began to descend the stairs at escort my shoe slipped off and I stopped to refit it. I believe the rest was planned. At this point they hike my arms up behind my back and scream "stop refusing." I began cussing at them as they manhandle me to the tundra where I was tackled, sprayed, and assaulted. At one point I am kicked in the side. While at another I feel keys being jammed into my ribcage. Only after they finish did they hit their panic button which summons officer assistance. After I was escorted back to my cell boasting a split eye/lip and broken finger where I was to sleep for three nights with no property, no mattress, just one wool blanket. I am not discouraged - it has only served to further fortify my determination.
- a California prisoner, October 2006