Arriving around 7:45, I parked, got out, and went to stand in line in the heat. At 8:00, a prison employee opened the door and yelled for the visitors to come forward and enter the prison. Going in, each visitor was given a numbered form to complete, then directed to a small holding room to wait. The prison employee later came into the room and announced visiting rules, including additional rules that are not among the 18 pages of rules shown online, which I had read after Gary had not been provided visiting rules as required. In fact, after I raised the issue, Gary was summoned Friday afternoon and when he confirmed that he had not been given visiting rules, the posted list was taken off the bulletin board and given to him. The only reasonable or positive rule was that holding hands is allowed, as it was in Edgefield, but not Millington.
Gary, Christmas, 2007
JB: What?! I don't get it.
JW: Completely random, arbitrary and capricious.
Among the rules announced by the prison employee was that only one key for the visitor's car was allowed, without a key ring or other keys. The prison employee said if anyone had any questions, to see him "quietly." My car key is on a ring, along with a University of Alabama heart-shaped medallion. I approached the prison employee quietly, quietly explained that I am unable to remove the key from the ring. He looked at it and said it was fine: "We can make that work," he said.
Another prison employee began bellowing out visitors' last names, three at a time, to come to the desk. Until me, that is, when my first and last name were called out all alone. Only mine, not in a group of three like all the others before me and those I heard called after me. As I began walking toward the desk, a prison employee wearing a fishing hat called out sarcastically, "Is your foot all better?" I was shocked, having never been there before, and additionally, having my private medical problem announced publicly. "No," I responded.
I signed in, removed my shoes and placed them in the receptacle along with my clear plastic bag holding vending machine money and my car key, then I walked through the metal detector, only to be called back. The BOPers at the desk sarcastically and loudly told me I could not bring THIS in -- my key -- because it was on a ring. I explained that I had asked the prison employee who had been in the holding room and he had said it was fine. "I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAID -- I SAID YOU CAN'T BRING IT IN HERE. I DON'T HAVE TO LET YOU VISIT." The first threat.
I explained that I am unable to remove the key from its ring. By now the prison employee with BLUNT sewn into his uniform shirt was yelling, repeating that it didn't matter what the other employee had said, it was up to him, and he said I couldn't bring it in so I could take it to my car or leave it in a locker. Of course, I couldn't leave my key in the car and I couldn't remove it. I asked if he would remove it for me.
NO, I'm not touching it. I looked at the sarcastic fishing-hat-wearer, BRADSHAW, who shook his head NO, then to the third BOPer, a female with long hair obstructing her name. They all refused to help, as BLUNT yelled again, "I SAID YOU CAN'T BRING THAT IN HERE -- IS THAT SIMPLE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND?" He then proclaimed, "I am being professional!" As I took my key and turned to return to my car, he yelled after me, "AND STAY ON THE SIDEWALK."
Back at my car, I was finally able to remove the key with the help of a plastic card and scissors. When I returned, I had the experience of complete shame to be an American.
I was in line behind a family including a young woman who was being taunted by the BOPers, as they made her try over and over to go through the metal detector. She had underwire in her bra -- something NOT prohibited in all of the 18 pages of rules. Each time she went through, the alarm went off. "Cover it with your hands." So she clasped her breasts with her hands and went through. The alarm went off. "Try it going through sideways." Same result. Over and over, as the prison employees obviously enjoyed this little game of tormenting and humiliating the girl, making suggestions and having her jump through hoops.