“Waiting For The World To Give Us A Reason To Live”: Solitary Confinement in Utah

From: SolitaryWatch, Oct. 24th, 2012
By Sal Rodriguez

Utah State Prison’s Uinta 1 facility serves as the prison’s super-maximum security unit, where inmates are held in solitary confinement. Inmates in Uinta 1 may be there for disciplinary infractions, notoriety reasons, protective custody, or because they are security/escape risks. The unit is divided into eight sections with twelve inmates in each section, for a total of 96 maximum inmates. Currently, there are 90 inmates in Uinta 1. The Utah Department of Corrections, in response to a government records request by Solitary Watch, claims it has no records regarding its use of segregation.

Several inmates have recently written Solitary Watch about the conditions in Uinta 1.

L., who has been in Uinta 1 for five months and previously served 28 months there, reports that he is only able to leave his cell three days a week, for a shower and 1 hour alone in a concrete yard. He reports that, in being transported to a 15 minute shower, “we have to wear a spit mask over our faces and handcuffed from behind with a dog leash hooked to us.”

“The rest of the time except on the shower days we are locked down in our cells with the door window closed so you can’t see out,” he writes.

A., who has been in Uinta 1 for a year, adds that, “just the other day, the [Correctional Officers] came and shook our cells down and took away all of our hygiene. They took away shampoo, lotion, conditioner, everything…they also don’t give us anything to clean our cells with.”

A. is in Uinta 1 for his own protection, following what he says was a decision to leave gang life after much “self-study.” Despite this, he says, he is treated as if he committed a  serious offense.

Inmate Brandon Green, who has frequently written on the conditions of Uinta 1, describes the environment in Uinta 1 as reinforcing a vicious cycle in which inmates placed in solitary usually end up back not long after they are released. Green, who has been in Uinta 1 for five years, previously served 18 months in Uinta 1 before a brief period on parole before returning to Utah State Prison. He has been held in Uinta 1 following an escape attempt and refusal to take psychiatric drugs, which he says will only harm his health.

“So alone. So much internal turbulence with nothing like T.V., radio, magazines or conversation to hide [this pain] beneath,” he writes, “a man leaves this place to go to general population or to a less secure facility where you have electronics and a cellie. You can just count down the months before he will return…We learn we can do without anything. And we become content with nothing. The more they take away from us year after year, the more family disappears, the more one doesn’t want to go home, doesn’t want a wife and a job and bills and an Amerikkan future…It is like waiting for the world to give us a reason to live. But the world just keeps giving us reasons to not give a shit.”

This situation leads many inmates to report severe mental health problems that are aggravated by the long-term isolation. The prison routinely responds to such crises by placing suicidal inmates in a strip cell, where they are to be alone in a cell with  and checked every fifteen minutes. Included in many of these cells are cameras.

L. writes that “if someone is gonna kill themselves they take them and out to a strip cell and you sleep on the hard floor and treated like a dog.”

A. reports that “if I lose control because of something I have no control over, they’ll punish me and put me on strip cell for three days…when a mentally ill inmate feels suicidal, they send us to the infirmary to be on suicide watch…then we get from suicide watch back to Uinta 1 and the staff put us back in the strip cell when we get back to Uinta 1.”

In Uinta 1, suicide is not an uncommon occurrence. In 2009, two prisoners in Uinta 1 committed suicide. One was Danny Gallegos, who was found hanged in his cell in June. Another was a friend of Green, Spencer “Spider” Hooper, a “Pink Floyd fan and singer on medications for schizophrenia and depression.” Months after a previous suicide attempt, Hooper was found dead in February 2009, hanging in his cell.

A. and L. also independently confirm that sandbags at the cell doors of inmates gather bugs, which enter their cells. “They got sandbags around all the cells but never pick them up and clean under them so there’s all kinds of bugs and dirt that comes right under our doors,” A. writes.

Green also writes about the declining array of services provided to Uinta 1 inmates. “Years ago indigent captives received five envelopes a week. Now its one. We had five outside contacts a week. Now one. We used to be fed enough to stay full. Now we are starved. We used to have shampoo and lotion. Now we don’t. We grumble for an hour each time something is taken from us. Then move right along to inventing the creative willpower to survive with no penpals and mail, a full stomach or clean hair. Moving right along. We expect tragedy.”

Solitary Watch will continue to report on Uinta 1 as more information becomes available.

Brandon Green welcomes letters. His mailing address is:
Brandon Green #147075, Uinta One 305, Utah State Prison, PO Box 250, Draper, Utah 84020. His blog, updated by an outside supporter, can be seen here.

Voices from Solitary: From the Vortex of Uinta One

From: Solitary Watch
June 14th 2012

The following comes to Solitary Watch from inmate Brandon Green at Utah State Prison, Draper’s Uinta One facility. The facility currently holds 91 inmates in solitary confinement, including the state’s death row. Green has been in isolation for five years, after a brief period released from prison before being rearrested.  He has been corresponding with Solitary Watch since February, and has been a prolific writer, chronicling his harrowing experience in isolation. He has described his situation, and the challenge of expressing his situation, this way: “I told my cousin that it’s like he and everyone
out on the street is building a life, a “house,” while we sit holding up the roof to our past “houses” as it slowly just crumbles. How does one who is busy building understand how it is to just sit and hold up a roof? They can’t.” The following is a sampling of his writings. –Sal Rodriguez

Where to begin? How to begin? One fellow captive described Uinta One as a vortex. It just keeps sucking you in. My first experience of solitary was in 2004. I was around 21 years of age. I was put in a shower in handcuffs as they searched my cell and I slipped handcuffs from behind my back to the front, then was unable to put them back when ordered to. Thus solitary. My first taste.

I remember crying a lot at first. At night mostly, as the night crept up on me. My neighbors would want my cookies from my white sacks. And they offered all these colorful pills. “Green to sleep, red to wake up,” they’d say. So I fished off my cookies under my door to my neighbor so I could sleep instead of cry.

I remember paroling in 2006 after I’d done two stints in solitary. My mom picked me up and just to hear the music on the radio gave me cold chills. Being so long without music. Mom took me to a restaurant and we
sat down to eat. I got nervous because of all the people, hopped up, went to the car and waited for her as I listened to music. I sat paranoid looking in the mirrors at all these people coming and going from their cars to stores and back. I felt like…like a bad guy. Outlaw. That no one will know what it was like to sit alone for so long with just my thoughts.

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t imagining my moms “just cried out face” as she hopped back in the car and drove us home. “How could he,” she probably thought “after all that time. Does he hate me?”
“How could she,” I thought, “after years of eating all alone, how could she not know I’d be nervous.”

Neither understanding. Both blaming the other while feeling guilty ourselves.

It’s been almost five years since we’ve spoken.

I sit going on five years straight in the hole. A sound of buzzing comes from my exhaust vent because I place a piece of paper there to create sound. My door is plugged off, with white sacks, except for a small place at the bottom to allow air and mail. I go through these periods of extreme abdominal pains, blood shot eyes, dizziness because of my Hepatitis-C. I’ve not shaved or had a haircut for almost five years. I do not leave my cell unless guards do a search or I get blood tests for my disease.

My knee is pulled because of overexercise and pacing. To pace, then turn, then pace, then turn, really screws up the knees after a while.

We have these sandbags surrounding our doors so we cannot fish. Bugs get trapped under these and set up little colonies and infiltrate our cells. Most of these toilets do not flush correctly and most cell toilets stink with green moss inside the bowls. Most air vents are clogged and one can taste the city exhaust smoke as one chews ones carrots.

Just this week, a captive was antagonized by a guard. The captive requested mental health. Was laughed at (at his door and over the cell electronic speaker). He snapped, took all his “fish oil” medications, pulled his cell sprinkler then proceeded to swallow the metal sprinkler.
He’s been gone days. Probably in section four–suicide watch.

Section one is death row. Sections two and three are general hole, intensive management unit. Section four is suicide watch with an officer in section 24/7 with 15 minute checks. All other sections have hourly checks.

Uinta One tortures 96 people in all. 8 sections of 12 a piece.
We cannot see out our doors into the sections because of a metal window flap that is clipped on. Month back someone swallowed a window clip.

Some captives have been known to stuff shampoo bottles up their ass. Shove staples in their penis. Head butt the walls. Bite holes in their wrists with their teeth. Cut out veins with fingernails–I’m guilty of that one.

No phone calls since April 2008. No radio, T.V., magazines, visits, sunshine. Here in Uinta One we are handcuffed behind the back, dogleashed, pillow-case over the head, shackled, taken to and from shower every Tues, Thurs, Saturday. It’s degrading.

Trust me

Waking up to a nosebleed
Falling Asleep in a nightmare
Growing old minus the growing up
Adolescent at almost thirty
Buried in Cement
Pig mindgames, taxpayers hate, facial hair
Cant kill yourself because they watch
Camera mounted up in the corner
Razor cut scars on inside of elbow
Brain damage, swollen liver, tired heart
Does the crazy man know he’s crazy
Dead people don’t know they’re dead
Do those who hate me count as family
Those who can’t trust me don’t count as friends
King James! Version of the Holy Bible
Verses one of his slaves’ version of peoples liberation
White nation labor aristocrats bought off by King
Off with their heads–Away with their playthings
Give them cowards three meals and smelly mattress
Flatscreen TVs
Tuned 24/7 to the new
Revolutionary TV
Lynch mob soda repackaged justice soda
Law and order on can
Inside a caffeinated Jim Crow
Flavored with a War on Drugs
AKA PIG social control quota
Waking up to the nightmare
Falling asleep to the mindwash
Old man at almost thirty buried in cement
Growing old without the giving up

UT: You’ve Taken A Sober Man’s Car Keys?!

Dear Utah Prison Watch, Dear World;

You’ve taken a Sober Man’s Car Keys!?

By Brandon Green, 01/23/2010

Seems the Utah State Prison Draper Site Warden has wrapped up his “investigation” into the abuses occurring here in Uinta One Supermax. The conclusion he has given us is, in a nutshell, “prisons are not always nice places.” The one thing he seems to have left out, or forgotten to share with the world, is it was discovered this prison building is such an ‘unpleasing unit’ that two abusive Sgt’s, and the very Captain in charge of his sadistic cronies, have been transferred to different buildings.

Now, we are not being told why, but I do know you aren’t supposed to take a sober man’s keys. If these officers weren’t found to be abusive then why were they moved? Is it honestly that big of a deal to admit wrong doing and problems in prison management? Because I sit here a student of your “corrections”, and am asked to change myself, I must realize my short comings and attempt to better myself; but I’ll get nowhere if I don’t face the fact that a problem exists in the first place. Right?

A person is supposed to learn by example. I should look to my captors, and the administration that oversees these gentlemen, for guidance in how to act and become when they release me to society. Is it safe to say, Dear reader, that if I one day come across abusive citizens abusing fellow citizens that I should turn a blind eye on the whole mess while pleading and beseeching the victims to “please do not speak up”, “please I beg you allow me to just give these men different victims to abuse, at least it won’t be you and we can forget the whole deal”.

These staff changes are public information, at least I believe so, and in order to become a Sgt. a person needs over ten years of employment as corporal, officer etc. I know for a fact both Sgt’s worked their ten years in this very building. But now they’ve been moved, for no reason, after ten years of exemplary, problem-free service? Again I cry ‘Bullshit’. The administration knew this whole time these Sgt’s were ‘Drunk’. The paper trail of grievances proves this. The left over nooses hanging from our air vents, and the grieving families of those who committed “suicide” speak volumes to anyone humane enough to just listen.

These men have “murdered” untold convicts in their day by way of sleep deprivations, mental anguish and torture, starvation, sexual harassment etc. etc., it’s all there in the documented 11/12/08 to 11/17/09 abuses, and they are being allowed to just switch buildings, switch victims, with no punishments, no admission of wrong doings, No ‘corrections’.

I’ve sat through it America. I’ve witnessed the whole cruel act from start to finish perpetrated on individuals by the men your tax dollars employ. They begin by taking every personal belonging you have to your name, including even state issued clothing and mattresses. Alone and naked a man sits day in and day out pacing his cell to stay warm and tire himself out enough to be able to catch some sleep on the cold concrete slab in between the door knockings and verbal taunts every fifteen minutes.

Then they don’t feed you for weeks and months but maybe a cold meal every other day. You become sick and weak and depressed, you literally beg for it to stop, you bawl, but still they keep you awake all hours. Now you’re angry because no mercy is shown. You become mad and bang around on the steel door and concrete walls. Nothing breaks because nothing ‘can’ break. Everything’s solid. But your knuckles bleed and you knees scraped up. So you’re “Hurting yourself” is what they scream, and mental health is called, and you’re placed on pills to allow sleep on cold concrete, and smile in the morning, entirely drug induced.

But they still won’t stop, you are taking their pills and kneeling down and standing up when they tell you to, but they won’t stop. Your mail is ripped, missing, food spit in and/or non-existent so you become truly at hopes end. You become truly suicidal. But they won’t let you die. Cut your wrists or throat and they’ll just sew you up before you bleed to death. Hang yourself and they’ll perform CPR barely in time.

These things will occur at the hands of medical and mental health staff who are only on scene momentarily, they leave and the ‘officer’ starts in again on you. “Kill yourself, you’re a sucmbag, you have no balls to do it, pussy, you’re never going home, I’ll celebrate at your death, Ha Ha” etc. You can’t sleep. They won’t let you. You can’t draw or write a letter, you don’t have a pen. No one believes you when you say they’re hurting you. You’re broken.

They move you to a place where no one will discover your body for a couple hours. So, you do it. You probably are sad but it pales in comparison to the fear and pain you shakily knows imminent if you don’t hurry and get it over with before they come back. Before they start in on you again.

What did he do, this 110 lb. bruised knuckles scabbed kneed youth of only 19? What did he do to deserve all this torture and pain? Was he a murderer or rapist? What did this lifeless hanging body do that was so bad to just end it? He came to prison on joyriding for being drunk and stupid one night. He got arrested with some marijuana and couldn’t pay the steep fines while still in high school.

This young man is the reason there is a ‘war on crime’. He is the reason prison buildings keep popping up on the horizon. He isn’t placed in prison to ‘correct’ him. If he was corrected then how are they going to fill the empty beds? If they can’t fill these empty beds people will lose jobs. So they gotta keep him here. We gotta keep him back. We gotta f—k him up that he’ll f—k up his families lives and his friends lives. We need more bodies. We want more money. Our kids gotta eat….

What’s it going to take America for you to see the error in this system? Do each one of us, every single family, need to experience the heartache of having a family member in prison before we wake up to the injustices perpetrated ‘in’ these prisons? Our families know. My dear mother knows what this place has done to me. I’m not the same, will never be ‘okay’ in the everyday sense because I have seen the hypocrisy first hand.

They tell us to ‘stay in school’, ‘get good grades’. We stand up and pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. We say…’with liberty and justice for all’…. Where’s the damn justice to a young kid being sentenced to death for joyriding! In Reality that’s what occurs here in Units one U.S.P.. In reality that’s what occurs across America.

It says ‘and Justice for all’, not just those in the free world. Not for everyone ‘not-in-prison’, ‘ALL’! Where’s the justice going to be when that nineteen year old kid doesn’t kill himself but paroles a hallow, frightened shell. Never left his home state, but still jumps at the sound of a slamming door. Came to prison on a victimless marijuana charge and became a victim. His abusers were not even punished but just moved to another building like nothing happened. No one believes or understands his pain. He’s traumatized like a war hero but never been to war.

So, Dear Reader, We know there was abuse, we know these officers were “Drunk”, the warden took away their keys. Can’t we as grown men and grown women learn from this fact and move on instead of hiding it like little children? In all reality these officers become abusive because of the system, it’s learned from what I see through the criminal mentality come ‘from’ prison. We learn it here. Our captors teach us it. What’s happened here in Utah is proof of this. I’ve not encountered a single ounce or iota of integrity or dignity or humility from administration in all this. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar they deny they ever climbed the counter and filched a treat.

God Bless America, Free and Caged alike.

Brandon Green, USP

News from Utah State Prison, Draper 2009

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Utah State Prison, Draper 2009
I wish strength to all comrades worldwide. Last year on April 16th I caused a code red
count by not racking in and having the SWAT Team deployed. For a couple hours I was
considered AWOL from this Utah plantation. I sat in protest of the conditions and unjust
treatment we were subject to last spring.
Since then I’ve been housed here in supermax, and along with the escape attempt they
charged me with last year, there’ve been several inciting riots and disorderly conducts.
My comrades in these actions have since been moved, if that’s the word. One terminated
or paroled and I wish him luck on the streets. The other, after continual abuses, resorted
to hanging himself last month. And I want to just say to Spider and all those that choose
that route, you’re not forgotten and may you finally rest. I’m exposing as much as I can
about these sadistic guards and have been studying law to better arm myself and
eventually bring a rock solid case against the USP.
One pig was fired because of me documenting his exploits, but he has since been
rehired, though it seems, and I hope, it’s only temporary. The pig got a lawyer and he’s
suing the DOC for firing him. Sgt. Feikert doesn’t realize that in a way he’s now fighting
on our side, the oppressed side. His lawsuit will weaken his and the prison industrial
complex’s capital. No matter who eventually wins, it’s still a pig-on-pig fight and I can
think of no better way at their throats than that.
By refusing OMR, I and others, especially almost all of section 3, have pretty much shut
down most all moves and the pigs have had to come up with new policies and rules to
move us. One comrade in section 3 has been back here over 15 years, but his story is
he’s been kept here because the pigs fear his mind and political actions. The section 3
strike has, I assume, been his resistance and I want to wish strength to him and all those
who are down.
Amerikan prisons are growing and no way a body looks at that fact is positive. Yet as a
presence, us comrades are growing also. Both in numbers and knowledge, strength, and
solidarity. We must all not become complacent but train our bodies and minds to be ready for action when the call to arms sounds. It’s not ‘if,’ it’s ‘when.’
(Rage Against the Machine) Word is born, Fight the war, fuck the norm, Now I got no
patience, So sick of complacence, With the D – E – F – I – A – N – C- E, Mind of a
revolutionary, So clear the lane, The finger to the land of the chains, What? The land of
the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy, Now something must be done, About
vengeance, a badge and a gun, Now action must be taken, We don’t need the key, We’ll
break in.
I feel the time is nearing for revolution as the bloodthirsty U.S. overextends militarily
overseas, and opportunities and weaknesses are becoming exposed here at home. Every
small strike or rebellion we cause matters. We must remember that, and I want to say
RIGHT ON to P.A.N. and all those that uphold the struggle by letting our voices be
heard. We, as captives, have really no choice but to struggle. Either we struggle as a
whole or lay down. But these ABC Networks and others have my, and I think I speak
for us all, appreciation and respect, for all the tiresome, time consuming work and
support you all provide for us convicts.
In Unity! Up the Struggle!
Brandon Green #35439,
UI 208
Utah State Prison P.O. Box 250,
Draper, Utah 84020