Some of these stories are graphic, uncensored accounts of actual rapes and surrounding
circumstances. The language used may be raw and include street slang. JDI has made
only minor edits for spelling and clarity. The views expressed are those of the
individual survivor/author, and are not necessarily the views of Just Detention
International.
My name is Alisha, I am 23 years old and I am an inmate in prison in Kentucky. My
story is a long one but one that needs to be told. It took almost a year for me
to get the courage to fully speak out about what I have been through. For the longest
time I thought all that happened to me was my fault and on top of the pain, anger,
and loss of dignity I had a broken heart.
I have three children and a family whom I am very close to and if not for them I
know I would have never come through this as a survivor and now I will stop at nothing
to make sure I do everything in my power to help rape victims and help (hopefully)
change laws and bring awareness to everyone. It seemed my hands were tied and I
was fighting a losing battle until I contacted an attorney and a friend turned me
on to JDI and was amazed to see the information about this problem, answers to questions
I still find myself asking myself and stories of people who have been through and
overcome the same thing. I want to thank you for giving me hope and light when I
was in total darkness. Now maybe one day we can stop this problem that so many people
choose to ignore.
I came to prison at KCIW in May of 2007, for credit card fraud. I had to leave my
babies, my family, and my home and I had never been to prison before and had no
idea what I was walking into. At the beginning of June of 2007, I met a lieutenant,
he started constantly paying attention to me, talking to me on the yard, pulling
me out of my dorm to talk to me in private. He was so handsome and so sweet and
we got to know each other more and more with every meeting we had.
We would laugh, talk about everything from my kids, to our families, school, how
he got into corrections and I how I came to prison. Our talks were never on a professional
level, but I didn’t think about that then nor did I care. He made me laugh and gave
me a shoulder to cry on when I needed.
By this time, I was working 24 hour maintenance and had moved into a building where
classified inmates lived. One day in the middle of June he came and got me out of
the dining room and ask me to go look at LWC Building’s air because it wasn’t working,
I said okay but he told me to meet him at the gate after dinner and he would take
me to the maintenance shop to get my tools. So I did as he told me and meet him
at the gate and we went to the maintenance shop and once inside we had sex for the
first time. This was the start of what took place the next several months. We began
a full time intimate relationship inside the prison. He began to get very controlling
and possessive of me.
Because I am a bisexual he was constantly accusing me of having a relationship with
other inmates. It got so bad that he was pulling my friends out and threatening
to lock them down if they didn’t stay away from me. The threats and the verbal abuse
and our fighting just continued to get worse until one night in December it spiraled
out of control, and he threw me against a wall because he thought I was sleeping
with an inmate. I told him I couldn’t do this anymore and he told me he would have
me shipped and put me in segregation and I would not see my children, so naturally
I agreed.
At this point I told my best friend what had happened and told my family. In the
course of the next two weeks is when the next attack happened but by another officer
which was a sergeant who was friends with him, and was very close to the situation.
He came and got me in the middle of the night and told me if I didn’t have sex with
him that once again I would be put in segregation and not be able to see my children
and that he would tell Internal Affairs about my affair with the captain. I was
scared and knew I couldn’t win and had sex with him.
Shortly after this I completely broke down and told a staff member who I felt I
could trust and she told internal affairs. I was locked down in segregation and
eventually transferred to another facility while in segregation the whole time.
There was a full investigation in which I was given a polygraph and spent my Christmas
locked down. I was immediately transferred to Otter Creek Correctional Complex and
was placed directly in segregation where I remained for three months. The captain
and sergeant involved were fired and in the end no charges were pressed.
Once released from segregation at Otter Creek I soon realized my life as I knew
it would never be the same. Inmates treated me totally different and officers picked
at me and treated me so bad. It got to the point I was actually scared for my life
and told my attorney I thought I could not make it out alive. Well I did make it
out alive but not before I was sexually assaulted again by an officer in the middle
of the night while I was trying to use the phone he pulled me into the staff bathroom
where he forced my clothes off of me and told me he would kill me if I told anyone.
Thankfully I didn’t have to tell anyone because the other inmates did and I was
locked down the next morning and sent to the hospital where a rape kit was done.
An investigation was done and the officer was terminated from employment and I received
a writeup and was shipped back to KCIW. I received 45 days in cellblock and 60 days
loss of good time.
I stayed in segregation until transferred and when I got to KCIW I was placed directly
in segregation where I have remained. I met the parole board in October and received
a two year deferment because of all of this. I have three children and family whom
I have not been able to see except through glass for a year.
Until recently I blamed myself for all of this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t have
wore makeup or fixed my hair or maybe it was the way I walked and I ask for it.
I felt ashamed because I had falling in love with the captain at KCIW. I thought
if I only I had broke it off with him in the beginning and none of this would have
happened. I felt alone and ashamed and embarrassed and I couldn’t understand how
this happened to me because I thought I had control of everything in my life. But
I didn’t and I know that now. I got upset, then I got mad, but then I got strong
and realized that if I completely broke down I would loose more than I already lost
and that just sitting back and being quiet and letting it go was not going to solve
anything.
I will never get back what they took from me emotionally and physical and more than
anything they took my parole and took me away from my family for another two years
and if I can do anything to stop this from happening to another women I’m gonna
do it.
It’s not right that while they are at home living their lives like nothing ever
happened I am still sitting in segregation in prison and while they lost their jobs
I lost my life but I’m putting it back together minute by minute. I still have flashbacks
and can’t sleep at night but I know now that this was not my fault and I did not
invite this to happen to me. I was powerless in the situation and I lost control
from the start because as inmates we have no rights, we have no power, and when
it comes down to it we are nothing but inmates.
That’s why I’m becoming a part of this program and am writing this story because
something has got to change because not everyone has a family and means to get through
this as I did and if people do not open their eyes to this problem we’re not only
gonna lose our dignity, pride, respect and our hearts but we’re gonna start losing
our lives and just because we have made mistakes somewhere down the line does not
mean we have to go through stuff like this and live in fear. And my message to everyone
is that you are not alone if this has happened to you but speak up because being
silent is not the answer.
- Alisha, Kentucky