12-23-14

"I'm just more me than most folks are, I guess." Tom Spanbauer, The Man Who Fell In Love With the Moon

Dear Readers,
Happy holidays! Yes, it's been a long time and much has happened. So let's get to it.

When I last left you, I was in the Hole at Butner. I got out on Oct. 28 and ended up back in my old cell. Unfortunately, they decided to make my unit a Drug Education unit, so everyone else had to move to other units. This really sucked because I was just starting to get semi-comfortable where I was. In typical BOP fashion, it also made no sense since my unit was on the 3rd and 4th floors, making it difficult or impossible for anyone with a disability.

Nonetheless, on Nov. 5, I was moved downstairs to unit HB. This was the same unit where they moved the guy that I got in a fight with, so that also made no sense.

I was moved to a two-man cell which had no toilet or sink, so there was a doorway to the cell next door and we had to go to their cell for everything. Major pain in the ass. Especially since there was some black guy there who felt like he needed to regulate how I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth—everything.

During this whole period, I was still extremely stressed by all the negative talk that was following me around all over the compound. This was mainly a result of the fact that my legal case is available on the BOP's computer system for every inmate in the Federal Bureau of Prisoners to read and even print out to pass around—which is exactly what was happening. My case is bad enough, but included in my case is medical information about me. So, my medical information—which is supposed to remain confidential—is made available by the BOP for every single inmate to print out and make available to everyone. Not cool.

On Nov. 13, I filed a complaint about the situation. On the morning of Nov. 14, I was called to the Lieutenant's office and promptly locked up in the Hole "pending investigation." The following Wednesday, Nov. 19, I saw the SIS (investigative) Lieutenant. Everything seemed to be cleared up and I expected to get out soon. On the morning of Friday, Nov. 21, I was told to pack up and that I was going on the airlift. WTF? I thought it had to be a mistake, and the they were probably just going to move me back to the "one" next door.

Nope. I was shackled with the rest, put on a bus, and driven to the airport to get on "Con Air." For the record, it's nothing like the movies. The plane showed up fill of other men and women prisoners from across the U.S. Some get off to go to Butner, and the rest of us got on. We then flew to the Federal Transfer Center in Oklahoma City, OK, where I spent the weekend.

Then, on Monday, Nov. 24, I was woken up at 1:30 AM to get on the bus to El Reno, OK. Ugh. I don't think we left until about 6 AM, so most of that time was spent just sitting in holding cells.

El Reno isn't that far from Oklahoma City—less than an hour, I'm sure. So once we got here, we still had to sit on the bus until someone showed up to process us. I have no idea why we needed to get up at 1:30 AM just to sit around for several hours. That's the way the BOP works.

So... here I am at FCI-El Reno, Oklahoma. Wow. Please stayed tuned for more.

Love and blessings,
Kelly

[address sticker: 55835-004]
Kel;y Jones
#55835-004
Federal Correctional Institution
P.O. Box 1500
El Reno, OK 73036
United States