I think its the ninth, anyway. So tired all the time I basically just pass out at various times for a few minutes to a few hours. People randomly yelling in the middle of the night startles me even with ear plugs in. The guards come by every hour and blast the cell with an LED flashlight which also interrupts my sleep if I can find it. It is actually easier to pass out after breakfast because it is the time of day least disturbed by guards and inmates. I don't get any sort of sunshine that would inspire me to get up and work on anything.
My whole experience with jail and prison continue to paint recidivism in an obvious light. Minimal reformative value where the system is administered for harassments no different than the problematic dispositions of the inmates. To be fair, I am in "the worst" housing unit. After my phone call this morning I am met by a guard who searched my cell while I was using the phone. He insists I take a small trash container which will just further constrict the lack of adequate space. I have at least managed to keep things mostly dry with the shower nozzle about 6 feet from the corner of my bunk. The guard informs me that he did me a favor by not throwing all my letters away. He says I am only allowed to keep 25 letters. He says the next time he searches my cell will result in discipline if he finds all my letters again. Pictures of my kids, my family, group members, and other emotionally valuable keepsakes. I have to prioritize somehow. I need to remove personal information from the letters too. I am not happy about this at all. I have so little, and when I vacate my cell for thirty minutes (not even), they run in here and target the most important thing to me. I don't have a TV, a radio, personal clothes, or anything that would significantly delay their search. Arbitrary and capricious is the phrase that comes to mind. What rehabilitative benefit is there in taking away inmates connections to the outside world? The people that do not maintain strong relationships are probably not going to be trying to stay involved with many people when they go free. I can understand there being a limit, but 25? Socially cripple the inmates or... they might not come back.
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