A Muslim mother of two, who was detained at a Kentucky jail earlier this year, says she was forced to remove her hijab and underwent “an unnecessary full body strip search,” which was “filmed and projected” on a TV screen for men and women in the jail’s lobby to see, according to a lawsuit she has filed.
I should clarify I was a state ran prison corrections officer. I didn’t want to do jail given the fact a lot of the people brought in are still drunk/high and potentially (likely) very upset, and possibly combative or resistant, especially in the town I was in the PD were a shit show as many tend to be. Lot more hassle. Once they get to prison, barring a burst balloon of drugs occasionally, they’re sober for the most part unless they got money, then whatever gets smuggled in is their game.
Yeah, the jails and prisons here (in Alabama) are notoriously dangerous and all around awful. When I got arrested I was taken to a jail cell in Birmingham. I was put in a tiny cell with 8 other guys. There was no AC it was August and Alabama summers are brutal. It was at least 90 in there. Plus there was a toilet full of feces and urine that wouldn’t flush.
After about 6 hours of that a cop took me and one other guy to county. I think that’s because our charges were potentially felonies. I say potentially because mine was a felony but I did a drug program that made it not a felony.
So they strip searched us and put us in a holding cell. By this point I hadn’t had a fix in about 24 hours. I was sweating bullets. I was puking bile. I could barely talk.
After, that they took us to our cells. When I got to mine the guys pretty much instantly gave me a bunk and said that they’d leave me alone as much as they could. It just so happened that even though we didn’t know each other we had grown up in the same town outside Birmingham.
I assume I was there for about 24 hours. They served me 3 meals and I gave away 3 meals. They came and got me told me to sign my own bond. Then at 2 am kicked me and like 15 other guys out on the street.
I walked like 5 miles to get to the place I was staying at the time. Still sick and puking the whole way. It was unpleasant to say the least.
I’m clean now. I even got off the methadone. I am stone cold sober, and it fucking sucks. Alcohol makes me feel like shit. Weed makes me paranoid. Don’t even get me started on uppers. I fucking hate uppers. I tried micro dosing mushrooms. That is awesome, but it gives me migraines sometimes. Oh well, c’est la vie.
I should clarify I was a state ran prison corrections officer. I didn’t want to do jail given the fact a lot of the people brought in are still drunk/high and potentially (likely) very upset, and possibly combative or resistant, especially in the town I was in the PD were a shit show as many tend to be. Lot more hassle. Once they get to prison, barring a burst balloon of drugs occasionally, they’re sober for the most part unless they got money, then whatever gets smuggled in is their game.
Yeah, the jails and prisons here (in Alabama) are notoriously dangerous and all around awful. When I got arrested I was taken to a jail cell in Birmingham. I was put in a tiny cell with 8 other guys. There was no AC it was August and Alabama summers are brutal. It was at least 90 in there. Plus there was a toilet full of feces and urine that wouldn’t flush.
After about 6 hours of that a cop took me and one other guy to county. I think that’s because our charges were potentially felonies. I say potentially because mine was a felony but I did a drug program that made it not a felony.
So they strip searched us and put us in a holding cell. By this point I hadn’t had a fix in about 24 hours. I was sweating bullets. I was puking bile. I could barely talk.
After, that they took us to our cells. When I got to mine the guys pretty much instantly gave me a bunk and said that they’d leave me alone as much as they could. It just so happened that even though we didn’t know each other we had grown up in the same town outside Birmingham.
I assume I was there for about 24 hours. They served me 3 meals and I gave away 3 meals. They came and got me told me to sign my own bond. Then at 2 am kicked me and like 15 other guys out on the street.
I walked like 5 miles to get to the place I was staying at the time. Still sick and puking the whole way. It was unpleasant to say the least.
I’m clean now. I even got off the methadone. I am stone cold sober, and it fucking sucks. Alcohol makes me feel like shit. Weed makes me paranoid. Don’t even get me started on uppers. I fucking hate uppers. I tried micro dosing mushrooms. That is awesome, but it gives me migraines sometimes. Oh well, c’est la vie.