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
On May 11, 2008 I came forward to prison officials about something illegal going
on. At first I did not tell them the truth because I feared for my safety! The Office
of the Inspector General came the same day and talked to me. When they started talking
to me I asked them if I told the truth could they protect me. They said yes so I
proceeded to tell them that gang members were trying to extort me into doing something
illegal. They brought the Major of the unit in and I talked to him. I asked if
he could keep me in segregation till I was shipped off the uUnit. He agreed. The
Major also wrote me a major disciplinary case for the illegal activity. I went
to disciplinary court and was found guilty. I pleaded not guilty. I then asked
the Disciplinary Captain if I could be kept in segregation until I left the Unit
because I feared for my life. He agreed. I then went in front of the wWarden for
classification. I asked him if I could stay in segregation until I left the Unit.
He also agreed because I feared for my life.
Almost two weeks later a fight broke out in the chow hall. The next day I was
moved into a transit cell because they claimed they needed the sSegregation cCells.
I was put in a cell with an offender that was under investigation for having a relationship
with a female officer. She was bringing him tobacco and drugs. He would not tell
the officials anything so they stuck him in transit.
A few weeks went by and everything seemed all right. This offender I later found
out was a gang member. Then late one night this offender starts telling me that
his home boys told him I was a snitch and that I told on myself and another guy.
He then said how do I know the warden didn’t put you in the cell with me to find
out information about him and the officer. He started yelling and cussing. See in
transit we are confined to our cells. We come out for showers and that’s it and
we are both supposed to be handcuffed for that. Anyways he’s yelling and cussing
calling me the law. He then sticks a razor blade to my throat and tells me he is
going to fuck him a law. He then said if I was the law then they would come running
in and save me. I begged and pleaded with him not to rape me. He then says okay
I’ll make the law suck my dick. He still has the razor to my throat he pulls out
his penis and makes me give him oral sex. When we are done he makes me brush my
teeth. He then tells me I guess you ain’t the law because they didn’t run in and
save me. He then says that if I tried to get help anytime he would cut me and kill
So the next morning I am waiting for showers. The officers working our building
that day were lazy! They called showers from the P.A. system and when we answered
they then rolled our doors. I was looking for an officer so I could get help. There
were none. The offender followed me all the way to the shower with a razor blade
in this hand and all the way back. The officers are supposed to handcuff us both
and escort us to the showers but they didn’t. So I waited and waited. That night
while the other offender that raped me slept, I called over to the next cell to
a guy we called Smokey. I asked him if I could borrow a magazine. He shot me a line
over with it on it. I had a note already wrote that read, "My cellie is trying
to rape me, please help." Later that night two officers came to my door and told
me to get dressed. I did they pulled me out. I was then taken to a sergeant
and I told her all that happened.
I am currently at a prison mental hospital getting treatment for what happened
to me. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and depression. I have nightmares.
I wonder a lot if it was my fault. I wonder what I could have done to prevent it.
I also feel like I am not a full man anymore because of what happened to me. I stay
depressed. I am constantly trying to get put somewhere safe such as Safe Keeping
because not only was I sexually assaulted I have gang members after me too!
The prison officials won’t do anything to keep me safe. I am still in population
even after all the letters I wrote to prison officials. I believe it is the prison
officials’ fault I was sexually assaulted because they put me in a cell with someone
who they wanted information from and I was considered a sSnitch. So I am going to
do my best to survive in here so I can go home to my wife and kids.
- Christopher, Texas