It seems that to go to war with these corruptors (the MDOC) and win is
impossible in the good ol’ boy state of Mississippi. A while back I
filed a Federal Civil Complaint against the South Mi$$i$$ippi
Correctional Institute, AKA Green County, under the 1st, 8th and 14th
Amendment. The mailroom staff at Green County was censoring my mail, as
well as forcing me, as a pulmonary patient, to be housed in a building
filled with 85%-plus smokers. Prior to the pre-trial hearing, staff
surrendered on the censorship complaints making that issue/claim a moot
one. This to me is total b.s., but the judicial law system allows such,
and I must bear these costs. It seems that on the 8th amendment
violation they thought they could just steamroll over me.
So in February 2009 I went to trial as a pro se litigant, and took on
the corrupt state of Mi$$i$$ippi’s representatives in the form of two
states attorney generals, and the general counsel for the MDOC. They are
all highly educated, qualified, and experienced oppressors of the state
of Mi$$i$$ippi. I defeated them, even with all their arrogance, with
their own rules and on their own grounds. Well they do say payback can
be a bitch, and this beastly system has decided to retaliate against me
as only they can. In doing so to me, they hope to deter others from
daring to challenge the good ol’ boys system.
First I was transferred from Green County to Rankin County, Central MS
Correctional Facility. Prior to leaving Green County I was shakendown
and had a lot of my personal property taken. At Central MS I stayed
overnight in transit, was shakendown again, and lost more stuff. Next
stop was the Parchman plantation prison where I was housed overnight at
Unit 29, affectionately called Castle Greyskull, where upon I lost even
more of what little stuff I had left. After a night there I was
transferred to our supermax unit, stripped of my minimum custody, and
lost even more of what little property I had left, and I am now in a
cell with next to nothing.
Previously I spent 6 calendar years in this dungeon from 1996 to 2002.
This prior commitment to US2 was because of my length of sentence and
nature of crime. Now I am once again housed in Unit 32 behind razor
wire, electric wire, NASA technology type cameras, and rollers with
vests and super styled chemical agents on their persons, which they seem
to use with impunity.
So here I am 53 soon to be 54. I’m cut off from the world, locked in a
cell again with little to nothing and no way to get back on my feet. I
depend on my oppressors to meet my needs, most of these needs I am
fighting for as they do their utmost to keep me from having even the
limited amount I am allowed.