Beaten Down

Let me give you a little background. I'm a prisoner in Texas and the guards don't like me at all.

Here are several reasons why they don't like me:
1.) I am gay and I'm proud of it.
2.) I'm a fighter and pretty good at it. So I don't fit into their idea of a weak, little queer.
3.) I'm fairly intelligent. So I fight for my rights through grievances and lawsuits.
4.) I won't snitch and I won't grovel.

Well, I have several federal lawsuits against a large number of T.D.C.J. employees, and I inform prisoners rights organizations about the gross and open corruption we inmates in Texas have to deal with. Such as guards letting gang members attack inmates in their cells, guards attacking inmates, guards allowing inmates access to any area of the unit, guards helping gang members extort other inmates, guards bringing in drugs, cellphones, pornography to inmates, guards stealing food from the unit and taking it home, guards sexually abusing inmates—well, you get the idea.

Now I got back to my unit after going to federal court on a medical lawsuit, and I began getting threats from the white power gangs. I had to fight one young gang member when he told me I had to catch off the section. I beat him pretty good, and that was supposed to be the end of it. The threats kept coming, and I started hearing rumors about how they were going to kill my faggot ass and how a couple high-ranking guards told them no one would get in trouble for anything that happened to me.

I believed it so I started writing my friends and family, asking them to contact the unit administration and tell them that I am in danger. I wrote the warden and safe prisons telling them of the threat. The administration took no action and, within three days, I was jumped by two members of a white power gang. I held my own (I hurt both of them as bad as they hurt me). I knew it was only going to get worse, so I filed a grievance. I wrote the warden and safe prisons again, and I wrote all of my people. I wrote several prisoner rights and gay rights organizations asking for help.

Still the administration did nothing.

I went to a sgt. and a lt. asking to file a O.P.I. (officer protective investigation), but I knew I was on my own. Several other inmates sent letters to the administration telling them I was in danger. They still refused to help me. I was in serious trouble. These damn guards are trying to get me killed, and I couldn't get any help.

I'll send the lat part of my story later this week. Things get much worse for me. Also I'm sending one of my poems that I think would make a pretty good song.

Peace :)
Donny