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When we made it to the jail we went into an underground parking area. We then went through two sets of heavy, electronic glass and steel doors that made a very loud clang when they shut and locked. Then we got on a dirty, steel elevator, (that I had to stay facing the rear wall of), that took us upstairs and into a big room filled with three types of people; police officers, prisoners in all white jumper suits, (trustees) and criminals in handcuffs (like me). Then the process began. They took off the handcuffs, thank God, but they told me to stay quit and keep my hands behind my back until instructed to do otherwise. Then they pushed me in front of a desk with a red tape line on the floor about two feet in front of the desk and told me not to step over that line. They told me to take off all jewelry or personal items and empty all of my pockets onto the desk and strip to my underwear. Then one policeman standing behind me proceeded to search my body and my clothes while the policeman at the desk, (a female), asked me all kinds of shit like have I ever attempted suicide, or have I lost anyone close to me recently and about twenty other personal questions that she wrote down my answers to. Then she inventoried the contents of my pockets and personal items and gave me a receipt of them. Next the policeman who searched me took fingerprints of my right hand and the thumbprint of my left. Then they sent me holding all of my clothes and the rest of my shit in my hands, to a large holding cell to await arraignment from the judge. This large cell contained several smaller cells that were labeled with letters instead of numbers. Each of the smaller cells looked to be built for one person but there were as many as four people in some of them. Each of the cells were equipped with a small concrete bench, a steel toilet/sink combination unit, and a piece of steel riveted to the wall to be used as a mirror. On one end of the larger cell there were two payphones that could be used to make collect calls by any prisoner who chose to stand in line to use them and up against one wall was a long row of the small concrete benches. Both the large cell and the small cells combined had a maximum capacity of one hundred people but there was at least double that many of us squeezed in there and more were coming in! There were all kinds and all races of men in there and it was a scary place. The attitudes were bad, the tension was thick, and the stench was a terrible combination of piss, body odor, farts, and cologne! |
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