The 11th day of May, 2016, one Nigerian prison guard, Chinoso Uguwu,
refused to provide a cell ingress and egress as required. Uguwu and I
became embroiled in a heated verbal confrontation.
Uguwu: “I fuck your mother! You are goat’s penis, fucker of your own
mother!” No biggie. Just another day in the life…
But, Uguwu: “I
promise you this, Boko Haram will kill you! This I promise!”
I immediately went to the picket officer working my assigned wing
relaying the incident to them, asking them to identify Uguwu as Uguwu
refused to identify himself.
The picket officer could not identify Uguwu.
En route to the midday feeding I approached one Sgt. R. Eisneros
informing the Sgt as to the incident at issue, asking the Sgt to
identify Uguwu. Cisneros assured me I would be provided Uguwu’s name
posthaste.
Returning from the midday feeding I approached an officer working my
assigned wing’s corridor (“The Gauntlet”), officer G. Flowers. I
informed Flowers that Uguwu had threatened to have me executed at the
hands of Boko Haram, a Nigerian affiliate of Al-Qeada. (None of the
amerikan prison guards was familiar with Boko Haram). At this juncture
Uguwu interrupted stating to Flowers, 3 hours after the fact, they had
written a disciplinary report on me for threatening to inflict physical
harm on Uguwu, a TDCJ officer. Flowers then did restrain my hands behind
my back and began to lead me to an isolation cell in an isolation wing.
En route to isolation, Flowers led me past the 1/8 mile “Gauntlet’s”
central desk. Where I was accosted by a lieutenant and two of the
lieutenant’s henchmen: J. Pittcock and L. Bowers. Upon arriving at the
central desk I was immediately met with threats of physical assault by
the lieutenant, Pittcock and Bowers. (Bowers seemed to be fixated by the
fact I was in restraints.) After acknowledging their threats by stating
I didn’t care what flew out de pie hole. Whatever de thinkin’ ‘bout
doin’ done been tried before. I ain’t gonna say de won’t do it, but I
promised de wouldn’t get away with it. Yadda, yadda, yadda… In response
the lieutenant stated: “I don’t give a fuck what’s on your travel card.”
(Being a “Ruiz Litigator, Litigious/Radical Offender” is both a blessing
and a bane. This is the bane.) They, the lieutenant, Pittcock, and
Bowers, would escort me to isolation themselves, relieving Flowers while
promising me the “ass whoopin’ of my life” once arriving at the
isolation wing.
I’m an old hand at this and am good at exhibiting a nonplussed demeanor
in the face of such adversity, but ice cold trepidation was running
through my veins. I thought the end was here.
Before arriving at the isolation wing I was escorted to the prison
infirmary per a pre-isolation physical. Throughout the physical the
lieutenant, Pittcock, and Bowers described in graphic detail the
imminent beating I was to receive, Bowers going so far as to tightening
the manacles restraining my hands behind my back to a painful degree.
The attending nurse during this physical would not clear me for
isolation placement due to high blood pressure. (I am currently being
treated for low blood pressure. I was very pissed and very afraid. Fight
or flight mode). Pittcock ordered the physical to end instructing the
nurse to write me up for disobeying an order for not lowering my blood
pressure!
Gotta luv it!
Once arriving at the isolation wing I found it difficult to concentrate
due to apprehension and all the commotion in the isolation area. Seems
my arrival was anticipated. Miraculously, I was deposited in an
isolation cell unmolested, though Pittcock lingered to inform me, had
they been in charge they would’ve had me “aired out.” I responded I had
fully expected such, feigning disappointment.
About an hour after being placed in isolation the lieutenant appeared -
apologizing! (the blessing) The lieutenant instructed I would be
released from isolation and allowed to return to my assigned housing
location after shift change as they did not want me to return to my wing
while Uguwu was still in attendance; and a disciplinary action would not
be pursued against me per the incident at issue.
Approximately 14:30 hrs, I was released form the isolation cell, but
rather than being allowed to return to my assigned housing unit, I was
placed in an administrative segregation shower located in the isolation
wing. I remained in the Ad-Seg shower until 21:30 per the orders of
Sgt. K. Owens and Lt. W. Wyatt. This shower was damp, inundated with
black mold and reeked of mildew and urine. It was like being confined to
an old gas station bathroom along Route 66.
I was served the evening meal there. The 28th day of May 2016, at the
evening feeding, a Nigerian officer working the dining room serving line
absolutely refused to serve me a dinner tray. I then noticed Uguwu in
close proximity surveying the scene. I then went to a kitchen Sgt. who
did provide me an evening meal. As I was partaking of the evening meal
Uguwu approached me again threatening: “I am coming for you, and when I
get you, don’t cry.”
I informed the kitchen Sgt. and, of course, filed an administrative
grievance outlining Uguwu’s transgressions. As of this writing I have
yet to be notified of any remedial action taken.
As I said, another day in the life…
The 2nd day of June 2016, Officer Okocha threatened to pepper spray me
for attempting to read Okocha’s name plaque per forthcoming
administrative grievance. Okocha pulled and aimed a canister of pepper
spray at my visually impaired eyes, ostensibly because I was too close
(approx 5 ft.) to Okocha. During this encounter, Okocha was screaming
unintelligibly attracting the attention of a Sgt. that ordered Okocha to
stand down.
These are common occurrences at the Estelle Unit. A hospital unit
housing many disabled and impaired prisoners, infamously for assaulting
and abusing the prisoners assigned here!