Ely State Prison(ESP) is a place of death, stagnation, misery, pain,
loneliness and indeterminate lockdown. If you were to take a walk on one
of these depressing tiers back here in “the hole,” you would hear many
disembodied voices ring out, yelling in anger and frustration, trying to
tell you how bad it is for us in here, in between the isolated confines
of steel and stone.
This is a maximum security prison, but not everybody here is a security
risk, but if you were to ask these pigs that, they’d probably tell you
otherwise, just to try to justify the fact that they’re keeping us
warehoused in here, whether we deserve it or not. With time things
change, and usually for the worse. Deterioration is a normal occurrence
in here. In fact, if you were to ask the prisoners around here if they
think the conditions here will get better or worse, most of them will
tell you things are only going to get worse. Pessimism and hopelessness
permeate the minds and attitudes of the average prisoner in here.
There’s nothing much to look forward to, besides the next meal, and
maybe a letter in the mail, if you’re lucky.
Back in the day, ironically when ESP was opened (when we were allowed
group yard, tier time, porters, etc.), the majority of the prisoners
here were actually befitting of the status: maximum security. Back then,
a man was sent to Ely State Prison for failure to adjust in another,
less secure prison, violence, escapes and things of that nature. But
even then, that could also mean he was disruptive, someone who organized
other prisoners, led religious services, or filed too many legal writs
or grievances.
Not every man at ESP is told why he’s here these days, and not every man
here has committed a violent crime. Not every man here has done anything
serious to even warrant maximum security status. For example, I have a
neighbor here in the hole with me right now who was transferred up here
simply for contraband. A prisoner has no chance to appeal a transfer
before being sent to ESP, and sometimes arrives in the middle of the
night without warning. Brought into a world of darkness, locked into a
cell, left to get stale and stagnant as he deteriorates, like a moldy
piece of bread.
Nobody belongs in a world where they’re buried alive, where they’re in a
tomb for the dead, basically. The police have total control, and many of
them frequently abuse that control, either on a psychological level, or
on a physical level. And over the days, weeks, months and years, a
prisoner who is confined to this every day misery, begins to degenerate.
I’ve seen it happen, over and over again. Nobody belongs in a world like
this, where death permeates the atmosphere. Where pressure is applied so
constantly that all it does is make these men hard and mean as time goes
by.
Some of these guys in here feel they only have 2 or 3 choices now:
escape, snitch or suicide. Nobody has escaped from here yet, but many
turned into snitches, and many have committed suicide. And others have
succumbed to psychotropic medications, which is a form of both escape
and suicide. For so many of us in here, there’s nothing to strive for,
no aim, no goals, no hope, no light at the end of their tunnel, and they
just give up; give in. There’s no love here, just the artificial love
that you’ll find in the gang culture of prison life. This is a terrible
place to be, especially for someone who has to return back to society.
All you have to do is read a little psychology to figure out what’s
going on, to understand what’s being done to us in here. They try to
break us down, sever our family and social ties, dominate us, talk shit
to us, treat us like children, going out of their way to try to keep us
stagnant and ignorant, and always out to break our spirits. Needless to
say, I pass around books, articles and notes on psychology, so that
prisoners can get a deeper understanding about things. Not just about
being in prison, but also about how our minds work, personality,
emotions, why we act the way we act, and why we are the way we are. It’s
very important to actually be able to come to an understanding of these
things; to raise our level of conscious and to be able to elevate our
thinking under these circumstances is very important in more ways than
one, and it’s also necessary for our survival in here, where
psychological warfare is being waged on us every day.
The depravity and despair in this graveyard continuously pushes men to
death or insanity. I wrote an article on November 18th, 2009, about the
mysterious death of death row prisoner Timothy Redman. Nov 18, 2009, was
the day he died, and I was there when it happened. This is a prime
example of the daily depravity that takes place in this hellhole.
Approximately an hour after Redman allegedly tried to grab a
correctional officer by the wrist and pull his arm through the food slot
(apparently the pig had to struggle to free himself), an extraction team
of officers was made up to physically and forcefully remove Redman from
his cell, or at least to try. Redman refused to surrender and to be
placed in handcuffs, and he did so by displaying a weapon. What’s cold
about this whole thing is that the policy (administrative regulation)
even states that any time a prisoner has a weapon in his cell, his water
and toilet is to be shut off, an officer is to be stationed outside of
his cell, and nothing is to come in or go out of his cell - not even
meals, and this officer is supposed to stay stationed outside of his
cell until the prisoner either gives the weapon up, or for 72 hours, and
then they have to decide what to do from there, whether excessive force
is to be used or not. Did this happen? No. These pigs refused to follow
their own rules and a man died as a result.
A Story of One Man’s Death
I can tell you exactly what took place. After Redman refused to
surrender, the pigs then proceeded to spray one can of pepper spray into
his cell. After that the senior officer in the control bubble commenced
to open Redman’s cell so the pigs could run in on him and retaliate, and
then remove him from his cell. But the cell door was jammed from the
inside, and they couldn’t get it open. Obviously Redman was no dummy, he
knew how to keep the pigs out, and he knew why it was so important to do
so. That’s a situation that you usually don’t win. They come in and beat
your ass, and after they’ve got you fully restrained, they beat you some
more as they yell out “Stop resisting! Stop resisting!” So, over the
course of two hours, the pigs emptied a total of 6 canisters of gas into
Redman’s cell, and then sprayed a seventh canister one time. They would
spray him, and then go hide out in the upper storage room, so that the
gas wouldn’t affect them (Redman was housed in 3-B-48, right next to the
upper storage room). When they were finally able to open Redman’s cell
to get him out, he was dead. His face was purple, his body was blue and
blood was coming out of his nose. His boxers were stained with feces and
urine and he had what appeared to be a smile on his face. The nurses and
doctors tried to revive him, but to no avail.
What’s mysterious about this whole situation was that when they pulled
Redman out of his cell, there was no rope tied around his neck or
anything. But they say he hung himself. They said it was a suicide. But
did he really hang himself, or was he murdered by six cans of pepper
spray? Was it a cover-up? People need to be concerned about this, and
they should demand to see the video footage of the extraction, just to
make sure. Because the whole things seemed mysterious to the majority of
the prisoners who saw the incident take place.
All seem to agree that Redman died from the pepper spray. They think he
was murdered. Who knows what happened. Death row prisoners have been
murdered before under McDaniel’s administration. I know this much: a
couple of hours after they carried Redman’s body out of the unit, two of
the wardens, the coroner, and the investigator were all standing outside
of Redman’s cell laughing, smiling and joking around, thinking it was
funny. I piped up and said, “What are you laughing at? If that was one
of your own who died, you wouldn’t find it very funny, now would you?”
The really cold, cold part about it was, when the coroner asked the
warden, on two separate occasions, “How should I decide this?”, “How do
you think I should decide this, suicide or murder?” The warden looked
around, seen that prisoners were standing alert at their doors and said
“I can’t decide that, that’s your job.” But what would even propel the
coroner to ask such an odd question like that in the first place?
I knew Redman personally. He wasn’t really a friend of mine, but someone
I talked to occasionally. I don’t know what set him off to go after the
pig, but i do know this: Redman was a death row prisoner who had had to
endure 23-hour lockdown while on HRP (High Risk Potential status) for
16-17 years straight. I heard him talking once about how the
administration is stripping one privilege away from us each year.
Tobacco, milk, scrambled eggs, hot lunches, food packages, clothing
packages, etc. They just take, take, take and keep you locked down in a
cell with a death sentence hanging over your head. Oh yeah, and I know
that they were messing with Redman’s mail too. He seemed to think that
his wife left him due to this; because certain letters never got to her.
So i think it’s safe to say, with all those things taken into
consideration, you have a man who has nothing to lose, and no hope in
sight, who has basically been driven to a point where life doesn’t even
matter anymore.
Systematic Problems Require Organizing
There’s a lot of people like that in here. They weren’t always like that
though. They’ve deteriorated, and have been broken, and just stopped
trying, stopped caring, with no one or nothing to help pull them
through. It’s a sad sad story, about depravity and despair. Some of us
fight and struggle trying to make it through this, trying to better
ourselves and better our positions in life, and some just give up all
hope. It’s easy to give up in a filthy, foul-ass place like this, where
nobody cares about what you’re going through, or about what happens to
you, one way or another.
The guards who work here don’t care about us, they’re not trained to
care about us, they are only trained to control us. Ely State Prison is
an unproductive, unhealthy environment, even for these pigs. it has been
documented that prison guards have the highest rates of heart disease,
drug and alcohol addiction, divorce - and the shortest lifespans - of
any state civil servants, due to the stress in their lives. Prison guard
are in constant fear of injury by prisoners, and the fear of contracting
diseases always lingers in their minds, since prisons are normally
flooded with all kinds of diseases, from hepatitis C, tuberculosis, to
AIDS.
From the first day in the academy these guards are trained to believe
that they are the “good guys” and that prisoners are the “bad guys.”
They are pretty much programmed into fearing and despising us - before
they even come into contact with any of us! They are led to believe that
all prisoners are manipulative, deceitful and dangerous, and that all
prisoners are the scum of the Earth. So no, they don’t care about us,
they are not even allowed to care about us. We are not even human to
them. Needless to say, none of this leads to rehabilitation, but on the
contrary, it only contributes to the everyday depravity here in this
hellhole.
I’m writing about all of this for a reason. I’m here to expose the
abuse, the disparity and hopelessness. I’m here to raise awareness about
all of these things, and I’m here to help seek solutions. One of the
things I’d like to help Nevada prisoners understand is that the
situation for us out here is deplorable. There is a real problem with
this whole system, and if we don’t recognize these problems, we will
never find solutions, not to mention the possibility that we ourselves
could even be contributing to many of these problems. Please believe,
the way they’ve got us doing our time is not the way we’re supposed to
be doing our time. This whole prison is “the hole”; there’s no general
population here at ESP, there’s no incentive, no programs, no
rehabilitation, nothing. We have way more coming to us than this! We are
not supposed to just lay down and accept this, we have to start finding
ways to come together, we have to start striving to make the necessary
changes that will help better our positions in life, so that we don’t
have to keep coming back to these dead ends.
Furthermore, there’s no real level of activism in Nevada. Prisoners do
not have any available resources, bookstores for Nevada prisoners, no
prisoners’ rights advocacy groups, no solid help from the outside,
whatsoever. In order to make changes on the inside, we need support from
the outside. We must take it upon ourselves to build a proper support
structure for Nevada prisoners, and we have to do this from the ground
up!
So, if you’re a prisoner doing time in Nevada and if you have
family/friends out here in Nevada - or anywhere else on the outs - I
would like to encourage you to explain to them how bad the situation is
for you/us in here. Let them know that we cannot expect any type of real
rehabilitation from this system; explain to them that the administration
is not going to do anything to help us further our growth and
development, or push us close to becoming reformed, socially functioning
individuals. We have to take it upon ourselves to do these things and we
can’t do it without a proper support structure from people on the
outside.
Talk to your families talk to your friends, talk to your loved ones out
there (show them this newsletter if you have to), see what they would be
willing to do to start up programs for Nevada prisoners. Something needs
to be done, but nothing will improve unless prisoners start taking the
initiative.
The guys who have to do life sentences, or who have to be here for the
duration, I encourage you to start learning the law, use it as a tool to
make changes for everybody; start stepping up to the plate, instead of
waiting for others to do it for you. As long as we keep trying, sooner
or later something has to give. It’s better to try than to do nothing,
especially when we’re living like this! We can do anything we put our
minds to, it all starts with a thought, and what we think about we
become, so let’s get cracking!
Until then, we are just going to sit here, warehoused in this misery, as
the years go by, more people losing their minds, more deaths and
suicides, more repression, more rules being placed on us, making it
harder on us, more restrictions, more losses of privileges and whatever
else they want to take from us. We will sit here with sad looks on our
faces, as anger and hatred eat us up inside. The despair will lead to
depravity , and the depravity will do us in. Death is the only outcome
tomorrow, for those that don’t start taking action today.
MIM(Prisons) responds: This is a good discussion of the need for
activism in the context of concrete examples of repression and brutality
in the criminal injustice system. Further, this writer is correct that
there is a bigger context to the repression that is an inherent part of
the system. We do not believe that psychology is the appropriate place
to look for answers, but it is useful to understand systemic motivations
and factors. See our article on
mental
health in ULK15 for more analysis on this.
