A Prison Rape Survivor Demands Smart, Safe and Humane Transfers

When the Bureau of Prisons (BOP) introduced in April of this 12 months that it was closing the federal ladies’s jail in Dublin, California, there have been some individuals who celebrated the information. I perceive why: Detention services are merciless and dehumanizing locations. One much less jail on this nation — particularly one as nightmarish as Dublin — appears like a internet win for humanity.

But my preliminary response was concern.

I frightened for the a whole bunch of traumatized individuals who can be uprooted and shipped far-off. Was the BOP — which as much as that time had proven so little concern for the well-being of the ladies at Dublin — dedicated to making sure their security at their new services? How would they get to see their households, family members and attorneys? And the way would they be moved? Would they even have time to pack?

The rationale I felt so afraid is due to what occurred to me after I was biking out and in of California state prisons. Like most of the folks being moved out of Dublin, I’m a survivor of sexual abuse in jail. And I understand how a relocation can exacerbate that violence — even when the place you’re leaving is so poisonous you could’t keep there.

I first went to jail in 1988, after I was 25. I’d began utilizing methamphetamine at 17 whereas I used to be dwelling on the streets, having run away from an abusive house. The crimes that landed me behind bars had been straight associated to my trauma and drug habit. As an example, after I left house at 15, I took my mom’s checkbook. Forging these checks stored me alive, and I continued to steal to pay for meals, motel rooms and, finally, medicine.

In 1997, a workers member who ran the electrician’s store on the Central California Ladies’s Facility (CCWF) raped me. As horrible because the assault was, the aftermath was nearly worse.

I reported the rapist. In retaliation, he orchestrated a marketing campaign of terror towards me. He had been supplying medicine to ladies on the facility. That offer was now in jeopardy, and phrase unfold on the yard that I used to be accountable.

Because the state’s division of corrections investigated the rape, I used to be transferred out of CCWF. The rapist was positioned on paid administrative depart. He resigned earlier than the investigation was achieved and was finally convicted of “intercourse with an inmate” — a misdemeanor. Though he was now not working within the jail, he made sure that nobody would overlook me.

I was launched on parole in June 1998, however I relapsed. I didn’t have the assist I wanted to remain clear. Over the following 5 years, I used to be out and in of various California prisons. All advised, I obtained over 60 threats on my life and on the lives of my members of the family. The ways incarcerated ladies used to threaten me had been horrifying. One lady who was significantly hellbent on punishing me labored within the canteen. At some point she gave me a field of donuts that she had stuffed with blood utilizing a syringe.

I had no different alternative however to depart the state.

I requested an interstate switch on the finish of 2003. Inside just a few weeks, I acquired phrase that it was accepted. It was the nighttime, and I keep in mind a captain coming into my room and asking me to select a state. I selected Nevada, believing it could permit me to remain near my household whereas offering far from the folks out to hurt me.

The captain had me signal some paperwork after which gave me 10 minutes to pack. I had no suitcase, so I rapidly gathered all my possessions on my mattress and wrapped them up within the sheet. Then he introduced me to reception, the place I waited for a van to select me up. As a result of the sheet wasn’t mine to take with me, they transferred my stuff to a field that they might ship at a later date.

I used to be belly-chained for the whole lot of the roughly seven-hour drive to Florence McClure Ladies’s Correctional Heart, a state jail in Las Vegas. I used to be sporting solely a mumu and flip-flops. The van stopped as soon as at a restaurant, the place two workers members purchased sandwiches. They ate their breakfast whereas I stayed bolted to the ground. I used to be disoriented, chilly and hungry — however at the least I used to be now not in California. But, I rapidly discovered that my new jail was not a secure haven.

On the morning that I arrived at Florence McClure, a workers member took me right into a locked room and ordered me to not say something to anybody about why I had been transferred there. Whereas the specter of retaliation had adopted me throughout state traces, nothing else did. The field with my belongings didn’t arrive for weeks. Even worse, my paperwork merely vanished.

This was an enormous downside.

For an incarcerated particular person, your information are your complete life. And not using a diploma to show I’d graduated highschool, the warden made me take a GED course — and that meant I couldn’t get a job. I additionally didn’t have recordsdata regarding the rape case, just like the polygraph I handed or photographs taken after my assault. It won’t have mattered anyway, because the sophisticated maze of the Interstate Corrections Compact system had made it nearly unattainable for me to attach with my lawyer in California.

There was extra unhealthy information to return. All the nice time that I’d constructed up in California didn’t carry over to Nevada, so after I crossed state traces, a full 12 months was added to my sentence. In a weird twist, I later discovered that I used to be processed in Nevada underneath a very totally different final identify. None of my mates or household might suppose to search for me underneath “Jo Pascarelli,” one other lady’s identify. And I couldn’t get in contact with my family members, since my tackle e book had disappeared together with every part else.

It took a while for me to really feel secure at McClure, however finally I did. I made shut mates on the yard and located mentors on workers who cared about me. After managing to trace down my highschool diploma, I acquired a job and earned my affiliate’s diploma. I enrolled in a drug rehabilitation program. My life felt steady — till Could 2017, after I was transferred again to California.

It was the identical nightmare over again. I used to be given nearly no time to pack, and I used to be advised my belongings can be shipped to my new facility. As an alternative, my stuff was destroyed, together with issues that had been irreplaceable. I’ll always remember the look on the officer’s face as she dumped my medication bag — which is sacred to me as Choctaw — into the trash. I had additionally by no means forgotten the rape, or the failure of jail officers to guard me earlier than or after, and I used to be terrified about what would occur as soon as I used to be again in California.

Luckily, I used to be not transferred to CCWF however to California Establishment for Ladies, which introduced in outdoors counselors to supply companies. I used to be lastly secure, however the abrupt transfer was pointless and merciless.

Reading accounts of what’s occurred to the survivors from FCI Dublin, I see echoes of my very own story. Within the chaos that adopted the announcement of the jail’s closing, there have been ladies who got as little as quarter-hour to pack all their belongings in a single bag. Some mentioned they needed to throw away key paperwork. Then they had been belly-chained and loaded onto buses, transported for hours with out meals or rest room breaks, and in some instances with out vital medicines. They suffered verbal abuse and threats through the journey, after which once more at their new establishments.

I assist the calls to grant compassionate launch to the entire FCI Dublin survivors. But when they’re not going to be launched from jail, they need to be handled with dignity. We’re human beings, who’ve the identical human rights as everybody else. The fast, inconsiderate transfers present that BOP officers have forgotten that uprooting somebody from their life, with no say and no management, may be devastating. Or possibly that’s precisely why they’re doing it.

Johanna Mills is a program affiliate at Simply Detention Worldwide (JDI). On this function, Johanna offers administrative assist to the JDI’s home program and survivor outreach groups. She additionally helps give data, referrals and assist to incarcerated survivors and their family members. As a longtime member of JDI’s Survivor Council, Johanna has been on the forefront of the struggle to make sure the dignity of incarcerated folks. Whereas she was incarcerated, Johanna labored intently with JDI on pushing for a lot of key initiatives, together with the Jail Rape Elimination Act. Johanna was launched from jail in 2019.

In a press release to The Marshall Mission, a spokesperson with the California Division of Corrections and Rehabilitation (CDCR), wrote: “CDCR resolutely condemns any workers member who shatters the belief of the general public they serve,” they continued. “The [d]epartment investigates all allegations of sexual abuse, workers sexual misconduct and sexual harassment pursuant to its zero-tolerance coverage and as mandated by the federal Jail Rape Elimination Act (PREA). CDCR’s PREA coverage additionally offers pointers for the prevention, detection, response, investigation, and monitoring of allegations towards incarcerated folks.”

Relating to retaliation Mills confronted in jail, one other spokesperson added that CDCR is “restricted within the data it could possibly present a couple of present or former incarcerated particular person, together with data on misconduct complaints or menace experiences.”

The Nevada Division of Corrections Public Data Officer didn’t reply to requests for remark by publication time.