Nate's News 1 June 2015

Well, I should've realized there'd be problems here at Terre Haute USP when the Lt. leading our bus ride to here from the FTC in Oklahoma City said, "You got one of them voices I'm just not gonna like. Do me a favor and don't say anything during the trip."

No sense casting pearls before swine. I said nothing, to him.

Ughh. Midwest prisons. :( I thought I'd left them behind when Wisconsin spat me out. Mais non.

Staff were all a bunch of low-class white people, much like those I'd grown up around. But, because they are "correctional officers", even though they're typically less educated, more enslaved to vices and more sadistic than I am, they have the attitude that I'm scum and they're righteous. Awesome. When reality offends this delusion, I'm to blame.

People are in prisons for a reason. Staff work here for a reason and, sadly, it's rarely because they want to help rehabilitate prisoners.

A C.O. on my unit who clearly has Tourette's Syndrome (he twitches, spits and curses for no apparent reason like every three seconds) told my unit counselor and another C.O. that I claimed to be calling it for the whites on the unit. It was a lie that could've got me into a lot of trouble, given that no gang activity is tolerated here and I'm an ex Aryan circle member. That lie could've led to me being shipped to an active yard, where active white gang members would try to kill me.

And the whites on my unit were a particularly sorry lot! Most had teeth rotted out from chronic dope abuse and/or poor dental hygiene. They were sloppily built, runty. One was missing an eye. None demonstrated sharp wits. I avoided them. Wasn't trying to be lead or be led by them.

So, I accepted a mulatto guy as my cellie. "That should kill the guard's lie!" I thought. He was mellow, respectful. Turned out to be gay too. This offended the whites, mostly the whites on other units. Long story short, a white guy on my unit attacked me from behind, busted my nose, put some knots on my head, and my knee got viciously sprained. Had to limp to the SHU.

In the SHU, I was put in with a 380 pound, 6'3" diehard dope fiend, bully, and homo-predator. The gay mulatto guy was no problem because he respected that I wasn't gay. I dealt with him as best I could, despite threats, yelling, suicidal and homicidal mood swings he had from snorting pills all day long. Even when guys incited him to intimidate me from filling complaints. But after about a month, he left the cell with more than 20 cuts to his head, face, hands, arms and feet, yelling to his C.O. buddies, "Ya dumb motherfuckers! I'm bleeding t' death!"

Not even close. There was no arterial spray even.

So, they're transferring me. Probably to Tuscon USP.

I hope you'll continue following my blog, where I will continue telling you what life inside is really like.

Oh, when I got my property here, all of my books, my new sneakers, and all of my art paper, drawings, etc. were missing. C'est la vie.

Nate A. Lindell #99592-555
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