Timothy’s Diary (Thursday, March 20, 2003 and Tuesday, March 25, 2003)

“The Strip-Search”

by Timothy Greenlee

 At about 2:00 pm officer Husky and C. Wright came to my cell and handcuffed me, saying “shakedown”. I was placed in the 600 range top shower while they searched. They proceeded to tear my cell all to pieces for the umptieth time. After about an hour or so, they put me back in my cage and what a sight to behold. – Everything I own, all of my pitiful belongings, including letters, books, legal records, etc. were in a two by five foot pile right in the center of my cage – including my blanket, towel and clothes. Everything had been trampled on. All of my legal transcripts were mixed up, hundreds of pages – literally about 1200 pages of transcripts – which would eventually take me many hours to put back into order. It is hard to say, how I felt – the strongest feeling was frustration – for I know that reporting will do no good – in fact, will probably result in additional acts similar to this. So, I had to smile and shake my head, but in a sad way. It was not funny. I never said a single word to either of them before, during or after this abuse. I am practicing self-control, learning discipline and patience and longsufference. Something tells me, that I’m going to need it in the times ahead. Here is the thing: K. Husky and C. Wright were not even working on B-EAST today! THEY WERE BOTH ASSIGNED TO B-WEST. This means that they deserted their assigned position of coming over here to harass me. Here is the hard part: After these goons were finished trashing my cage, they came to the shower and ordered me to strip all of my clothing off, piece by piece – as I handed them each article of clothing, Husky would walk the ten feet or so to my cell and throw it inside on the pile. When I was naked, they even took my shower shoes from me, leaving me barefoot, standing in filth. They then ordered me to “bend over and spread your ass-cheeks open”. Well, one has two choices here- #1 you bend over and spread your ass open for “inspection” voluntarily, or #2 you refuse to do so voluntarily- in which case they will form a five men “Extraction Team”, wearing full-body-armour and while as sixth guard videotapes the “episode”, this “Goon Squad” will enter the shower stall [or your cage if that is the case] and use [excessive] force to spread your legs and ass-cheeks open- in which case you will be injured, plus you will have become the star of a SHU “porno” flick of sorts- which will be widely viewed, not only by the other SHU guards on both shifts, but by guards and civilans in WVCF proper. In short, you can do it the easy way, or have it done to you the hard way. Either way the conclusion will be the same: Your ass-cheeks will be spread open and “inspected”. Believe me, when I say, some of these hillbilly guards PREFER IT ROUGH. Of course, everything that I get into this situation I debate about making the bastards “suit up” and take what they want. So, all of this flashed through my imagination in a few seconds, while Husky repeated: “Bend over and spread your ass-cheeks!” and added this time: “we’ll suit up and do it for you!” Swallowing my pride, which blazed white-hot out of every pore, I bent over and spread my butt open, while K. Husky shined a flashlight on my ass, then I stood back up. Husky said: “Do it again and not so fast this time.” I didn’t say anything, just complied, albeit red-faced and through grinding teeth. If you could have seen the look on those two bastards’ faces, when I turned back around. They were actually ENJOYING this! What kind of a monster could be entertained by these acts of cruelty and psychological torment upon a completely disarmed, defenseless prisoner? They were actually smiling.  
Anyway, they made me walk back down to my cage naked and barefoot. K. Husky went back and searched the shower stall, where I’d been strip-searched. On his way back past my cell, Husky smiled and said: “Have a nice day!” Yeah, right, motherfucker.  

“The Walk of Shame”

by Timothy Greenlee

Officers Horton and Baum came to my cell and told me to “strip”! I complied. Officer Horton said: “Back up into the center of your cell and turn around. Arms in the air. Bend over and spread your cheeks. Put on a pair of underwear only.” I said: “ I have none.” He said: “You’ll have to go naked then.” And smiled and evil smile. I said: “I’m not leaving this cell naked. I want to speak to a Sergeant.” Glaring at me Officer Horton walked down the 600 range and came back with Sergeant Merrit. I heard Merrit say: “…he’ll have to just go naked then!” Sergeant Merrit then glared at me and said beligerently: “ Turn around and cuff up!” I warily complied. I had no idea what was going on! It’s always like that around here. They treat me like a mushroom- Keep me in the dark and feed me bullshit! So, naked as I came into this world, I was led down the top range, then down the stairs, then out cross the bottom range with crazy men screaming and laughing and whistling, making fun of me. I was led out into the B-East core area, out into the B-end main hallway, and into B-West core area and then onto 1100 range, up the stairs, down the top range and was then placed inside the shower stall, once again listening to the offenders screaming obscenities, jeering and making fun of me. After about an hour or so, officers Wright and Stifal came and got me and led me back, naked as before, the same way I’d come, out of 1100, B-West, across the hall and thenback to my cell in B-East 611, again the object of jeering and catcalls from other offenders because I was naked. My cell had been absolutely trashed, yet again. All of my pitiful belongings had been searched and then uncerimoniously dumped into a pile in the center of the cell. My bottle of vitamins and aspirins had been dumped across the floor. My deoderant had been thrown into the toilet and lay in there still. But, after about two hours of resorting and checking, I determinded that nothing had been seriously damaged and nothing had been taken. It’s not often that they let me off so easy! Funny thing about what happened was, I’m sure they planned and thought that this would humiliate me. But, they were wrong again, as usual, about me. I was not embarrassed. I am very at peace with myself, especially when I’m placed in such situations. I was a little apprehensive about what those big hillbilly guards had planned, but like I say, I wasn’t humilitated by being paraded about naked like I was, like most men and women would have been, especially with all of the whistling and screaming done by the offenders. I am in very good physical condition and it shows and what more, I have a moderately large dick. So, I was not “ashamed” of my appearance like others would have been. I’m sure it would infuriate these staff members, if they knew, that their little demonstration instead of humiliating me as they planned, had resolved me to continue writing this, my daily journal of what I witness back here on the SHU! They have completely and utterly misjudged me. I’m determined now to keep a journal of what happens back here.

 © Copyright 2003 Timothy Greenlee


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