L.J., New York
In May 2002, Disability Advocates, Inc. filed a lawsuit against the New York State Office of Mental Health (OMH) and the Department of Corrections (DOCS), alleging that:
prisoners with mental illness subject to DOCS disciplinary sanctions are frequently placed into [SHUs,]…psychological punishing twenty-three hour isolated confinement housing areas…. Prisoners in [SHUs]…have extremely limited opportunities to participate in any form of mental health therapy. Often the only contact with mental health staff occurs during rounds when OMH staff walk through the housing unit and may stop and speak to prisoners from through the bars at the front of their cell or through a slot in the solid door of their cell, all within earshot of neighboring cells and in the presence of a cellmate in the double-celled SHUs.[592]
Not surprisingly, many of the seriously mentally ill in these units routinely bounce back and forth between the Central New York Psychiatric Center and prison SHUs. The story of twenty five-year old L.J., who currently resides in Sing Sing prison, is illustrative.
L.J. has been hearing voices since he was a child. Prisoners Legal Services lawyers told Human Rights Watch he has a history of lead poisoning and had to be schooled in special education classes due to " serious intellectual limitations" and emotional disturbances.[593] Since incarcerated he has been in and out of the Central New York Psychiatric Center. He was arrested in Rochester, when he was nineteen years old, for selling crack cocaine, and received a sentence of three-and-a-half to ten years. He claims to have gone to school for six years, but also thinks he stayed in school until he was twenty-one, two years after he was sent to prison. He claims not to have a mental illness, yet oftentimes forgets to bathe, and in the past has taken Thorazine. Currently, he is refusing to take his medications. Over the past six years, L.J. has been in several prisons and mental health centers: Elmira, the Central New York Psychiatric Center, Cayuga, Elmira again, Great Meadow, and Sing Sing.[594] During his interview with Human Rights Watch, L.J. was clearly confused, his body odor was powerful, suggesting he had not washed in several days, he rocked back and forth continually, and his eyes stared, unblinking and unfocused, throughout the meeting.
L.J. says he was sent to the SHU
for fighting some dude. They put me in the box. It made me feel upset. I don't think I belong in the box. I started passing out. I hit my head a couple times - on a brick wall. I started talking to myself. Often. Softly. "Wass up?" "What're you doing?" "How you doing?" I didn't want to take any showers. I just ain't go to the shower. The correctional officer asked me why a couple times. I said I don't feel like going to the shower. He walked away.
Nearby prisoners started teasing him about his smell, shouting down the corridor that he stank. "I stopped talking," L.J. reported.
In 1998, L.J. had to be removed to the suicide observation cell and to the Central New York Psychiatric Center, for stabilization. According to Prisoner Legal Services attorneys, he has "repeatedly deteriorated in the SHU only to be cycled out for limited periods to the mental health satellite unit, where he would be stabilized, often on medications, and then returned directly to the SHU cell, for the cycle to start over again."[595] Back in prison, L.J. has stopped taking his medications again, and is tormented by voices. They are, he says, "irritating voices, like somebody coming for me. Whispering voices," that say they are going to kill him. "I want to get rid of the voices. The voices are getting to me," L.J. declared. Then, in the contradictory fashion characteristic of many mentally ill, "I think I need help. I don't need no medications. They say I need it. I don't know - they're lying."
A.O., Illinois, September, 2002 I'm currently diagnosed with Deppression &
Anxiety. Upon arriving here I have only been seen by a psychiatrist 2 times
in a 6 month period, during which time my condition has gotten worser!!!
I've made the psychology staff here aware of my continued deteriorating
conditions, but they have ignored my cries for help. The suicide watch
cells are deplorable!!! With human feces and urine all over the cell as
well as the food tray box where they hand you your food along with
depriving you with utensils to eat with. You are treated like a dog and
have to eat your food with your hands. The suicide cells are being used as
a form of punishment. The windows are kept open on purpose to allow cold
fridged air to freeze you while you are without any cloths. You are not
even given anything to put around your private parts or anything to sleep
on while you are without clothing. There has been 2 actual successful
suicide hangings while being on suicide watch since I've been here along
with 100s if not 1000s of attempted suicides. The staff here has absolutely
no concerns or regards to mental health or human life…. Doctor-patient
confidentiality is totally disregarded. The psychiatrist comes to your cell
for less than 2 minutes and discusses your confidential mental health
problems out loud for everyone on both sides and below your cells can hear
exactly what you are discussing with psychiatrist due to cells being open
bar cells. U.L.T., Indiana, June 21, 1999 All afternoon most of the range [the cell bloc] is
taking jabs at an ignorant, loud mouthed 'know-it-all,' who is known as a
persistent snitch. He has been on the SHU for over 5 years and calls most
of the officers by their first names. Not a smart thing to do. This idiot
then gives O.Y., a schizoid in the cell next to mine a large paper clip.
O.Y. is a known self mutilator. Needless to say, before I can even begin
talking to O.Y., he has taken this five inch piece of wire in the paper
clip and stuck it all the way up in his penis. Now the idiot that gave it
to him is calling for officers to come back here and check on O.Y. O.Y. is
bleeding and sore, but there is nothing they can do. They go out to call
for a nurse. The shift changes and about an hour later a nurse comes in.
The officers take O.Y. out to see the nurse and the nurse gives O.Y. a
shot, probably Haldol; but O.Y. isn't sure. The nurse says she'll try to
get hold of the doctor. The paper clip is still imbedded in O.Y.'s penis.
Now, it is after supper and half of the range is threatening to throw shit
on the snitch, and he is threatening to throw it right back. Since every
one is locked in these cells, there can be no fights, so they resort to
slinging shit…. Our clean laundry is returned at around 8.32pm. Then
medications are passed. O.Y. is told that the doctor will check him
tomorrow. The paper clip is still where he left it! Everyone is so used to
O.Y. doing this stuff it is just like it is part of everyday. O.Y.'s arms
are nothing but scars, his neck is just as bad. I have seen him led out of
his cell with half of an inkpen sticking out of his neck. I have a pretty
strong stomach and I have seen many types of trauma, but this is still
extremely gross. Around here, it is 'just O.Y.' There is no regular
Psychology staff back here in the SHU. The custody staff has no special
training when it comes to mental patients. There is quite a variety of them
here in the SHU. But the mental problems are treated the same as the rest of
the offenders.
[592]Disability Advocates Inc., v. New York State Office of Mental Health, Complaint,No. 02 CV 4002. (S.D.N.Y., May 28, 2002), p. 10.
[593] Information provided Human Rights Watch by Prisoners Legal Services in correspondence dated October 24, 2002.
[594] Human Rights Watch interview with L.J., Sing Sing Prison, Ossining, New York, June 11, 2002.
[595] Written correspondence from Prisoners Legal Services to Human Rights Watch, October 24, 2002.
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