Christmas Week

Another week in county and suprisingly nothing to speak of. It has been a very uneventful past week or so. It has been so slow in county that we have resorted to tasing each other. See I have never been tased before.

I have been pepper sprayed during my academy but it is not mandatory to be tased during the academy. So I decided to have my partner tase me. It was a very strong almost "crushing pain". But i would rather get tased multiple times before getting sprayed once. While the pain is very bad from the taser, the effects are gone instantly.

Being sprayed is like constantly putting your face into a flame while gagging yourself.

TASE ME ANY DAY, JUST PLEASE DON'T SPRAY ME.

December 11th 2008 (Fight with Inmate)

Today was a hell of a day, with an unexpected altercation. I went from enjoying the company of my partners, to fighting for control in a matter of seconds.

Story # 3: Fighting for Control

Today was a very slow day at county. My partners and I were all enjoying how slow it was, hanging out sharing stories about each others week.

One of are partners walked by on his way back to his work station, when an inmate walked out of one of the open cells that we were moving people from. This inmate yelled out to my partner that had just walked by "HEY BRYAN, YOU KNOW ME FROM THE STREETS!!!"

We were all kind of thinking the same thing, my partners name was not Bryan, so who was he talking to, and what was he talking about.

My partner that had walked by turned around and walked back toward the cell. On his way back toward the cell the inmate stepped out again and yelled "WHAT THE F**K YOU LOOKING AT, YOU WANNA DO SOMETHIN' OR WHAT?!!!"

At that time he took a swing at my partner and barely missed his head. My partner took a swing at him and it was blocked. By this time myself along with a few other partners had ran over, and we managed to take this 6'1" 260 lb Pacific Islander to the ground.

We all were trying to fight for control of this man but he would not give up and continued to be combative. Every time he got hit he would just say "WHAT" as if we couldn't hurt him. My partner to the left was hitting him with knees to the side, my other partner was hitting him with elbows to the side of the head, and my other two partners were hitting him with straight punches.

One of my partners ended up fracturing his hand on this guys head, and the guy ended up giving up after about 30 seconds of getting pounded on by 5 Deputies. We requested for him to put his hands behind his back and he finally complied.

In the end one deputy suffered two large cuts to his fist and a fractured finger. The inmate suffered two black eyes, one swollen shut, one cut under his eye, a busted lip, and one hell of an A** beating.

One thing I will never understand is, if you have a problem with law enforcement that's fine (even though you would call us if you or your family was getting hurt, or in danger), but why would you choose a time to fight a deputy when 6 of his partners are standing right behind him?

These are the type of guys that think all deputies and officers are worthless a**holes and punks until that time comes where you need us, then you want us to be your hero and come save the day. Some things I will never understand.

December 11th 2008 (inmate Death)

This week has already been real busy. Let me let you guys know about what happened early this night.


Story #2: Inmate Death, Nurse Incompetence

While working today, a call went out over the radio for a "man down", meaning a nurse needed to respond to the indicated location. I responded to the floor and on the way up there it was put out over the radio that this inmate was not breathing.

I got to the floor went directly over to the cell he was in and discovered they now knew this man had no pulse, and still was not breathing.

I began scanning the body and discovered his feet were already purple, also his hands, lips and face looked the same.

The nurse were soon there, but these county nurses sometimes are very unreliable. It is well known amongst the deputies that if we are in any kind of medical trouble, don't let the nurses work on us, wait for paramedics, we don't mind if they work on the inmates, but definitely not us.

So for the first 6-8 minutes that the nurses are on seen, all they do is continue to try to find his pulse, at about the 9Th minute I suggest to the nurses "shouldn't you nurses perform CPR on this guy", and it was as if a light bulb turned on.

They spent 9 minutes with this man not breathing and his heart beating and could not figure out they needed to perform CPR. They begin doing the CPR slower than I have ever seen before(about 40 compressions a minute, should be 100 compressions a minute). This man was obviously not going to make it. I also took it upon myself to call for paramedics, because who knows how long until they would have figured that out.

At that point they tried to move this 6'2" 320 lb man, but he was stiff as a board. What this meant is this man had been dead for hours. So even though these nurses were un-qualified and if he had a chance they destroyed it, he was probably long gone before they got there.

I don't know what is worse, the skill level of these nurses, or that my deputy partners didn't find this man dead for hours.

Week of December 5th (first day on the Job)

Here is what I'm all about. All my friends and family want to know: What it is like to work "behind the bars", with people that have dealt drugs, raped women, and even murdered multiple people. Working behind the bars is not easy, nor is it a normal 9 to 5 job. Everyday I am faced with something, or someone new. There is always a situation I have never come across before, and therefore have not been able to physically or mentally prepare for.

Here is my goal with this Blog: I want people to know What really happens behind bars, not just what the media releases, or what the tabloids post. No i will give you the real scoop, and at the end of every work week update you, my audience, with the newest, weirdest, unbelievable scenarios I was put through for that week. Also along the way I will drop in Stories of things that have happened to me, I have seen, or heard of while working in the county jail system.

So I Think I will start you off with the first situation I was put in, on the very first day on the job.

Story # 1: Get Your @ss in Here or Get the F#%k Out!!!

It was my first day on the job, I was 8 hours through my day, only 8 more to go. I had spent my first 8 hours lost and wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had worked 8 hours with some of the most hardcore killers, robbers and drug dealers alive in the county. My head was spinning when my first 8 hours was over, and i was then informed i was "drafted" to work an additional 8 hours.

I was not mad, I figured I could use the extra money, I just wish they could have told me more than 5 minutes before I was about to go home. They informed me I would be working in the phych portion of the jail where all the inmates "supposedly" had phych issues and all sorts of mental and emotional problems.

So I went up to the floor where I would be working, and introduced myself to the 4 other people I would work with that night (they didn't seem happy they were going to be stuck with the new guy).

I had just sat down my lunch bag and water (which i dint even have time to touch all day) when I heard a loud sound from the other side of the floor. I ran over there not knowing what happened, and saw 3 of my partners inside a module all standing around an inmate. As i approached i noticed this inmate (approx. male, 6'2" 230 lbs. white , long hair, very long mustache and beard) was handcuffed to a bench in the day room area, and his face was bright red on one side.

I instantly realized that sound I heard was this man getting slapped across the face, now noticing that the red mark was the shape of a hand. My partners then delivered multiple punches to this mans rib and kidney area, and continued to slap his face asking him "who's the b-itch? huh? I cant hear you"

The man was trying to protect himself but against 6 fist heading his way and six knees flying toward him, he was no match.

Soon this man fell to the floor and they UN handcuffed him and drug him by his hair and beard into one of the cells. At this time one person grabbed his arms behind his back into a wrist lock, another grabbed a foot and twisted it into an ankle lock and the other partner of mine (female) went behind this mans head (who was laying on the ground on his stomach), and grabbed directly in front of each ear a hand full of his beard, placed her boot on the back of his head and pulled upward as hard as she could on his beard.

She immediately looked my direction as I looked on in disbelief and said, and I'll never forget these words "Get your @ss in here or get the f$%k out!!!" I came over not knowing any better and got down to one knee and grabbed his other leg and just held it down to the ground.

We were there for about 2 more minutes with the man yelling at him and throwing knees to his sides. As soon as we took all his clothes and mattress and blanket from him we left the cell.

All three of them took me over into a corner where no one could hear us and said to me "you need to decide today whether you want to be here or not, you either need to get your @ss in, or get the f**k out of county, cuz this is what it's all about. If someone raped and strangled your mother and little sister, wouldn't you hope that person got whats coming to him once he got to jail?"

Those pictures of that's mans pain and suffering from what I had just helped do to him kept running through my mind. Then someone said to me "think of the suffering that little girl is going to go through for the rest of her life because of what that same man did to her, who do you think is hurting worse right now, that man or that little 7 year old girl who cant even comprehend what happened to her?"

And I have to say at that moment it all came together, I don't think what we did was right, I don't like what we did, I don't know if I would do the same thing again, but what I do know is if that was my mom or sister, or friend, or family member, I know I would be wishing he got exactly what came to him that night.