Corruption Officer (13 page)

“THAT BITCH CAN SUCK MY DICK IN MACY’S WINDOW AT CHRISTMAS!”
an inmate screams as I approached my housing area for my morning shift.
 

When I got on my post, the “B” Officer informs me that the
inmate arrived last night from another jail after getting into an altercation
there.
 
I was dirty with pouches of
tobacco so I had to think fast and find a way to hide my product.
 
So I told him to go ahead and do the search,
and that I’d handle the inmate.
 
He was
more than glad to leave, telling me on his way out that that bitch, meaning the
“A” Officer from the midnight, is nothing but trouble.
 
I nodded and let him out of the area.
 
Then as soon as he was gone I stashed my
stuff and then proceeded down the walkway to see how my day was going to start.
 

As I am walking down the walkway towards the female Officer
standing in front of an inmate’s cell, I pass Flocko’s cell and he tells me
through his door that that’s some new trouble-making nigga that came in last
night.
 
As I got close to the female she
turned and saw me coming and began to really get disrespectful with the inmate.
 
Telling him he was a bum nigga for being in
jail and how some other man is butt-fucking his girl right now, etc.
 
When I got to the inmate’s cell he came back
at her raw, saying, “Bitch, you better respect J murder you ugly fat bucked
tooth orangutan in the face looking bitch!
 
Look atcha self.
 
I wouldn’t fuck
you right now if you begged me, and I’ve been down some joints!
 
You know you ain’t no dime on the
streets.
 
Hell you ain’t even average!
 
Don’t let these nigga’s in here fool you into
thinking you’re somebody ‘
cause
you’re not.
 
They just trying to get their dick
sucked!
 
You’re just a thirsty ass cock
gazing bitch always creeping up on a nigga when he gets out the shower trying
to get a peek!
 
You ain’t getting
no
dick in the streets but walk around here like you the
Queen of Sheba or something!”

I am about to step in and shut him down when I look at her
and see that she is teary eyed.
 
I am at
a loss for words and my thoughts are, ‘Come on sis, even if he’s right you’re
not supposed to let him see you like this.’
 
He sees that he has her stuck and starts to laugh out loud and says,
“Don’t worry, bitch, I am a nice guy I’ll let you lick it later on when nobody
s around!”
 
Then he steps back and
exposes himself.
 
As I step towards his
cell, she pulls me back and says, “Heyward, I fight my own battles,” and
gestures for me to follow her.
 
I do so
and we go back to the Officer’s station.
 
When we get there she pulls out the inmate’s locater card with all his
information on it like his home address and what charges he is in for,
etc.
 
Puzzled, I ask her what was she
doing and she responds, “Just sit back, and learn
something.
 
Everything can’t be handled with brawn.
 
You have to use your head sometimes
especially us females.”
 

She makes a phone call and gets the inmate’s pin number that
identifies him whenever he goes to commissary or uses the telephone.
 
Once she gets this she calls around to other
areas in the jail and tells the other Officers to give it out to other inmates
so that they can use this inmate’s money up in his account thus leaving Mr.
loud and disrespectful high and dry with no money and unable to make any phone
calls.
 
Inside everybody knows that being
able to call home keeps an inmate sane sometimes.
 
When he finds out what has happened to him
there will be nothing that he can do.
 
I
often wonder why some inmate’s think that they can say or do things to a C.O.
when the C.O. always has the last laugh and can do just about anything while
they’re locked up in here.
 
She hangs up,
looks over at me and
say
, “I ain’t finished.”
 
Then she calls our area Supervisor and says
that we have one who wants to sign in.
 
At the same time, she reaches inside the front desk, pulling out an
inmate sign in form that states, “I am a homosexual and want to go to
homosexual housing for protection.”
 
She
fills it out with his information on it and signs his name to it.
 
She then tells me that she’s cool with the
Captain and after she tells him that the inmate exposed himself to her he will
do this for her, which means that Mr.
peep
show will
be forced to go and live in a housing area that only houses gay inmates.
 
Mind you, she is doing all of this when she
should be on her way home, ‘Hell have no fury as a woman scorned.’
 
She leaves with the papers in hand that are
going to change this inmate’s life forever.
 

When she’s gone, I unlock Flocko’s cell and he immediately
comes to ask me if I want him to take care of this fool.
 
I tell him, no, because it’s already been
taken care of.
 
By midday our business is
going smooth as usual then I hear my Supervisor yell, “On the gate!”
 
I then open the gate to see the Captain enter
with two other “come walk with me’s.”
 
When I saw this I knew that the fix was in and they were here to aid the
Captain with this transfer, a transfer that they knew they were going to get
some resistance on, especially because, on the low, it wasn’t involuntary.
 
I unlock the trouble-maker’s cell and give
the Captain his locator card.
 
When the
inmate comes up the walkway I hear him bragging to the other inmates, telling
them that he’s a handful and that he’s no walk in the park!
 
Then he asks me where he is going.
 
I just look at him as if I am giving him his
last rites.
 
Then with a cocky attitude
he says, “It don’t matter because I am going to eat wherever I go.”
 
He then looks at the Captain and the hired
help and yells back to the other inmates in the area, “Ya’ll see how they have
to come get me!
 
They got the whole goon
squad out here for ya’boy!”
 
Then he
laughs, picks up his bags and tells the Captain, “Let’s go!”
 

They leave and I go do my books subtracting the inmate off
of my total count.
 
Then all of a sudden
I hear, “C.O.!
 
C.O.!
 
On the gate!”
 
I get up to see what’s going on thinking that
the inmate must have found out where he was heading and decided to put up a
fight.
 
I ran to my gate and opened it
ready to assist when I saw that it was not my inmate that was yelling.
 
It was another inmate trying to get in the
housing area across the hall from mine.
 
The crazy thing was that he was covered in blood from his shirt to his
pants.
 
He jerked on the bars frantically
all the while looking over his shoulder like he was running from someone.
 
I thought that he had gotten jumped by some
inmates and that they were in hot pursuit.
 

The Officer came to the gate and saw the inmate was covered
in blood and decided not to let him in because he did not know what was going
on.
 
Whatever it was, it wasn’t
good.
 
Then another Captain and some
Officers came running out of a nearby exit and tackled the inmate to the ground
and put cuffs on him.
 
Then they applied
the “pounce and drag” technique to his ass all the way down the hall.
 
I was curious as to what happened.
 
Then I got a call from the main control room
for me to lock my inmates back in because the jail was going on lock down.
 
I ask the frantic Officer on the other end
real quick what had happen and she said, “An inmate was just killed in the
housing area where Officer Bryant was working!”
 

“On the gate!” a Captain from another jail called out to me
so I could open it for him and his search team.

Due to the murder that occurred we were now having a T.S.O
(Tactical Search Operation).
 
That’s when
Officers from other jails get to visit other jails and catch up with other
Officers that they have not seen in a long time since they were placed in
different jails…oh and they come to wreak havoc and search the jail too.
 
It’s a joint effort to search the entire jail
to shake up the inmates and to let them know that we are not going to tolerate
this kind of behavior.

I open the gate and they come in.
 
I am not stressing because I made Flocko give
me all of the pouches so that I can put them in the places that I knew that
they were not going to search, in my jacket or in the Officer’s station.
 
I see a few familiar faces.
 
They nod to me.
 
I nod back as they go and line up in front of
the inmate’s cells.
 
The men come in
first while the females stayed outside and waited.
 
The men have to respectfully and
professionally strip search the male inmates.
 
As I crack open the cells all you hear are Officers giving the inmates
orders ‘politely’, “Strip mother fucker!
 
Hand me your clothing one piece at a time and don’t shake shit out
because if you fling anything my way you got a problem!”
 
After the clothing is searched, the most
embarrassing and humiliating part of jail comes, the cavity search.
 
An Officer orders an inmate to “open ya cock
sucker (mouth) and stick out ya ball licker (tongue)!”
 
The Officer says to another Officer, “Half
these punks are fags anyway.”
 
This
instruction is to see if an inmate has any weapons such as razors hiding in his
mouth.
 
An inmate has been known to hide
as many as 22 razors in his mouth effectively eating and chewing with no
problem.
 
Then it’s, “Let me see ya dick
beaters (hands)!”
 

“Wiggle the motha fucka’s!”

“Putcha hands up let me see ya funky under arms.”
 

“Now turn around and bend over and spread ya aasssss
cheeks!”
 

“Let me see if you’re a lover (been having anal sex) or a
fighter (been keeping the wolves up off ya!)”

This maneuver is to see if an inmate has a weapon hiding in
his butt.
 
You would be surprised at what
you would find in an inmate’s ass.
 
Some
of these guys are used as mules to transport weapons and drugs around the
jail.
 
I got to give it to them because
it takes a lot of discipline to walk around with stuff in your butt like
that.
 
Inmates do this on the regular
because in some cases they may have beef with a lot of inmates throughout the
prison system and have to keep a weapon in their ass at all times.
 
This is another very important reason not to
ever come to jail.
 
You don’t want to
have to learn ass control 101 in order to save your ass.
 

After all of that, the inmate is instructed to get dressed
and step outside of his cell carrying his mattress.
 
I knew that this search was going to be ugly
and provoking.
 
E.S.U. (Emergency Service
Unit) or the goon squad, as the inmates call it, was on standby for any inmate
that felt like he was a grown ass man and did not have to be subjected to this
type of treatment.
 
At this time the
females enter and it’s a joint effort to destroy everything from pictures to
sacred items I mean everything!
 
The
inmates are instructed to raise their hands to speak to a Captain if they have
any questions about how an Officer is tossing their cell.
 
A hand goes up and the Captains
says
, “Putcha fuckn hand down.
 
I don’t want to hear shit.”
 
The inmate the yells, “But Captain, that’s my
legal work.
 
It took me six months to get
it all together to prove my innocence and I have court tomorrow!”
 
The Captain responded by yelling,
“Extraction!”
 
That was said to let the E.S.U.
know that there was a disorderly inmate who had to be removed from the area.

When they move in, the inmate continues to plead his
case.
 
They try to cuff him.
 
He starts to fight like he’s fighting for his
life yelling, “I just didn’t want her to destroy my legal paperwork!”
 
At the same time the female Officer throws
the papers in the middle of the floor amongst some other item and pours a container
of milk over them and keeps it moving as he is beat and dragged out of the
area.
 
The search continues and the
questions about why they are here start to circulate.
 

“I heard an inmate got murdered,” one female Officer tells
another while still carrying out the search process.

“Yeah, and the inmate who did it did not belong inside that
housing area,” another Officer responds while throwing the contents of an
inmate’s cell out into the corridor.

“How the fuck did that happen?” the other Officer responded.

Then a Captain walked up and joined the conversation.

“It looks like a hit was carried out of some sort.”

The other Officer’s eyebrows go up and he asked, “How did an
inmate from another housing area get inside an area where he doesn’t belong to kill
another inmate?”
 

“I got one better than that, the only reason the murderer
got caught was because he could not get inside his own housing area after he
committed the murder.
 
So not only did he
get in but how did he get out without anybody seeing him?” says the
Captain.
 

“Ain’t we
suppose
to search the
inmates every time they exit and enter a housing area?” An Officer asks.
 

“Tah, what Officer you know does that……” another Officer
looks at him and asks.