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Monday, December 01, 2014
I once was on the hobby unit and water about killed me once was free in july of 2011. The week after got out my body was do use to that water i was cooking kids dinner when pass out had go hosp so I was very sick from water there and yea saw few thing that warden cover up and glad out there it very bad unit and in winter u frezz to death and in summer it so hot we have wet shirts just stay cool. Wish every one best lucky there
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
When I first started my prison sentence, I was sent to Dayton, was there for eight months, from there I went Reception unit for almost a month, then was assigned to Hobby, had to work the hoe squad for months, before I got medically unassigned for three months, then was assigned to the kitchen, after awhile I laid it down, refused to work, I got so many disciplinary cases both minor and major, but somehow I was never sent to medium custody, I did a lot, saw a lot, met & bunked with people I would've never chosen to. I'm not an angel, but some of those women weren't worth knowing. The guards let the little power they had go to their head, some women could get away with anything, especially if it was a stud, or a pretty girl. I saw and felt enough hatred in that place that would make your blood run cold. Cold blooded killers, that never showed an ounce of remorse, they laughed when they talked about what they did. I saw women get cut up on the rec yard, under the stairway, in the gym. I had roommates that tried to control me, but that's all they did was try. If you don't stand up for yourself in there, then you'll always be just another little mouse. I did 12 flat years, from 1997 till 2009. Most of my time was on Hobby, but I did time on Riverside, Terrace, and Sycamore. Whoever reads this, if you've never been to prison, please stay away, it's not a good place. I 've been out for five years now, and I'm doing good. I never want to go back to those pieces of hell on earth.
wrote on Thursday, October 23, 2014
Wow! Thanks Cheryl. Hobby Unit sounds like a really bad place.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
i was on Hobby from 2010 to 2014...I must say its all what you make of it..the guards are ghetto and rednecks and prejudice and the rank is just sorry..but there are good people on this unit and I made a couple of good friends that I will always care about. I have been out 3 months and have a job and a new car ...I have no plans of EVER returning to prison and especially not Hobby...I had a good job but had to work the hoe squad for about 3 months when I lost my trustee but even with HIGH Blood Pressure and over 45 they still had me out there in that heat but its what you make of it like I said...its best to try to be in 5 bldg even tho its hot and cold back there..its somewhat safe!!
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
I was in Hobby Unit from 2008-2013. I wouldn't wish that place on my worst enemy! Just about the whole system is corrupt and treat the inmates like animals!
wrote on Thursday, September 04, 2014
Anybody run into that Valerie Lopez chick from San Antonio that murder Her two kids and threw them under the house
wrote on Saturday, September 06, 2014
Samantha, what specifically would the guards do to the inmates?
wrote on Monday, September 08, 2014
if you could please email me ar firstname.lastname@example.org. my mom is currently incarasrated in there. and i want to know as much as i can about this unit! her name is mandy baucom. shes very sweet.. how do they treat the prisoners?
wrote on Saturday, September 20, 2014
hey samantha, my girlfriend is at hobby and has been there since 2009, she has been all over, from closed custody to gen pop. im trying to see if you know her.
I would never in my life want to ever do any hard labor like this any more we worked in the heat dirt covered us from head to toe "boss"talked stupid to us females called us BITCHES. Had to eat lunch all dirty and turn back out at times again getting stripped and searched all day every day. Water was low an contaminated no air conditions they called it happy hobby. I see why now your never happy. I was 8 ho. Never again 2005-2006.
wrote on Monday, July 14, 2014
Hi Alicia. What is the hoe squad really like? What is a normal day like from beginning to the end.
it is a alright unit
You may feel that no one cares about you at the Hobby Unit but there are some that do.
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
i was at hobby unit for many years as well. seg. young was a bitch..
wrote on Tuesday, June 24, 2014
when did you get out
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
"I was locked in Hobby Unit some years back. I spent 4 straight years there. I took my time there hard, and went in there thinking it was all going to be ok. I ll make my first parole and I get to go home to my 3 kids that I left behind. I was first placed in a building called 4 building where less trouble makers are. A lot of older women are there and needless to say, I saw parole and got a year set off.
After that I gave up and turned my life into a prison life. I ended up going to medium custody - that s where you only have a few hours out and most women in that custody mainly work hoe squad or the kitchen. When you worked hoe squad you would line up in two rolls and then walk out and get patted down one-by-one. You would then sit on the ground, back-to-back, and the rest of the day you would spend your time working with a hoe, picking things, or unloading trucks.
It was hard. I engaged in fights and got cases for talking back to the law. I had no respect for the law. While I was in medium custody I saw a girl hang herself in her cell on cinco de mayo (how ever you spell it). She told the law she was going to but the officer didn t believe her and her life ended that day.
Sometime after that another lady died on her way to school because she had a blood clot. I ended up allowing myself to let the system get the best of me. I ended up in close custody where I was locked all day except to work. I would get hand-cuffed everywhere I would go. I couldn t believe I was there but at that point I gave up. I watched a lady lose her life in the hands of her cell-mate. Girls would cut themselves everyday just to get away from the place or to follow their lover. Girls cut eachother, took their relationship serious. They always say that s who they would take to the world but little does it happen prison is nowhere to get lost in.
I was released in 2007 on no paper because I did all my time before I left. I had 3 fights which landed me in ad-seg, where you never come out ever. Hobby is the worse place to ever be. It s hard to make it in there, so whoever reads this take it from me: stay out and enjoy your life because still to this day my head isn t right."
wrote on Friday, September 19, 2014
Why not right?
"I was an inmate at the Hobby Unit for many years on a drug conviction. I can still recall the fear I had pulling up to the gates. When new inmates arrive you are in the middle of a field, nothing but crops all around you. As I was taking in the scenery I noticed the guard towers- mostly I noticed the officer with the gun. I felt this terrible feeling of dread wash over me. The ride to the prison had felt like a one of those long youth group van rides I use to love going on as a teen.
It was the gate that brought the reality of my situation on me. As you enter the unit you are put into what looks like a basball team dugout, except this one had chainlink fence around it and a door that locked you in. My thought was...I don t want to play in this game.
Unfortunately it was too late. I had already decided my fate. So had the court. While you are waiting to learn what your house assignment and job is you sit there, in the bullpen, looking out at your new home. The cell houses like apartments, the sidewalks like city streets, and the exercise yard like the park- complete with joggers and sunbathers. It was all so familar. Like life had never stopped, just moved to this fake home with it s fake people.
As I was waiting to be called the women in the park stop to heckle and jeer, fear sinks in a little deeper. Some of the ladies on the yard were there to catch up with some of my team mates in the bullpen..seems some of my traveling party had been there before. One really scary girl on the yard speaks to me, I don t talk back, she says that I belong to her. Fear. The girl next to me tells me not to worry that the closed custody offenders can t get to us, that sometime it is harder if you are pretty. All of a sudden I regret having all my teeth and the natuarally curly hair that I had been complimented on all my life.Finally they call my name. I go in front of a group of three people that are to decide where I am to fall into the fake society of my new fake home.
They ask what kind of work I did in the world , I say I was a homemaker and we owned our own business. I also worked in the Library for our small town. I got the feeling they did not care. They gave me my housing assignment and announced my job, garden squad. I thought..hmmm..I know nothing about gardening. When I told my companions of my new job, they say I am on the Hoe Squad. Which as I was informed is a bad job. We all gather our bags to be led to our rooms..it is just like every prison movie I had ever seen.
You walk in to a guard station surrounded by glass...the glass is everywhere..all the way to the ceiling. The door to my pod opens with a loud pop. We walk in. I feel like a new student in a new class...the other students are sizing us up. The first roomie I had was an older lady that showed me the prison way of things..how to wash your clothes...what to buy from the store...how to make Ramen Noodles and ground up chips into a meal. The essentials. Who would have ever though that you should wash your panties in the toilet? Certainly not me.
I also did not know that you should never spit in the sink....I never did find out what you did do with the sink other than wash your face and hands. My first thought would have been to wash my panties in there..but I would have been wrong. It took me 3 more roomies to know that I wanted my own space, without a door that locks you in with killers or violent offenders for hours with no way out. There is a button, but the guards do not answer it. One girl got abused for hours before she could get away from her crazed bunkie. While I was there I made friends, not real friends..fake friends who were trying to get out of the same fake city I was.
My first birthday behind bars they threw me a party, complete with jailhouse cheesecake and a spread fit for the richest of inmates..you know, the ones that post ads that get lonely men to send them money on the promise of sex or marriage. The systems offers so many opportunities to excel. I started going to classes to get my GED and loved it, no more Hoe Squad. The Hoe Squad taught me lots of lessons..like what skin it on back means...that after 4 hours of picking and toteing watermelon you will get a bruise..that I was not made to be a laborer of any kind.
If you go to school fulltime you do not have to have a job. That said to me that the best way to spend my time was in a classroom...learning. Unfortunately, in addition to having all my teeth an curly hair, God also blessed me with a brain. So my schooling was finished pretty soon. There had to be another way! The Wyndam School District offers other classes. They call them non tradional something or others..I signed up. I passed my time in the Library reading...if I was not hoeing I was reading...that s when I found out that someone that worked in the library was getting ready to be realeased. I talked my way into a interview..I wasn t sure I got it.
I was so relieved when the news came that I did! No more hoeing for me. No more watching women go down in the hot Texas heat from heat stroke and getting no help...and then after they had a seizure or urinated themselves they were accused by the high riders ( officers on horseback..with a rifle..just in case you try to escape) of faking it. No more. Air condition and ice water here I come! I rquested to be moved to the convented 5 building..where it is dorm style. No individual cells, you have cubicals. Your own space. my second week in building 5 a lady in another building hung herself. We were on lockdown. No work. Johnny Bags for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Which I loved. The mess hall, or the fake city street to it was a dangerous place.
Girls would sharpen thing like tweezers and slash their lovers face. Fights would break out in the line..it was a place I avoided. Which was great for my figure...that is it would have been if I had not been taught how to make noodle recipes..The mess hall was not the only place to avoid. Unless you were in a relationship you really shouldn t go to the fake park. I learned early on that all conflicts were over these fake loves. I didn t understand, these women calling other women their wives and yet they only talked and saw each other during common times. No sexual stuff going on hardly at all. Then someone broke it down for me. If you are in there with no support you will need someone to help you get things like stamps and snacks...shampoos maybe....and then the saying was said..commississary is nessassary, please excuse the spelling.
AND they uglier you are as a woman the hotter you look when you reinvent yourself as a bulldyke. Who would have thought that the ugly gal you use to know could cut her hair and stop plucking those chin hairs and become a hot piece with a stable full of rich white girls who get money sent to them? Amazing. I saw alot of things while I was there. Some of it so bad I can t even speak it aloud. If someone is hurt, you can not help. If someone is fighting you must stand still until it is over.
If someone dies you are punished..and they are gone with no one to care for them or cry for them . That a postal stamp will buy you most anything. That most fights, stabbings, and slashings are caused by homosexual relationships in the womens prison system. Mostly what I saw is that the prison system is there to reform you and I am thankful each day to God from saving me from myself and to all the staff at the Hobby Unit who helped me to succeed and make it out of there alive.
As with any place, there are good people and bad, there were officers that really cared and did their jobs right- and then there where those who would bring you makeup and tennis shoes (no kidding) for a peep show or sexual favor. All in all what I know is this..who ever termed the phrase scared straight must have at one time been at the Hobby Unit gates."
wrote on Sunday, January 05, 2014
Are u still on here and wud u be willing to answer some questions?
wrote on Sunday, January 26, 2014
Hi, um, I am trying to reach my long lost friend that we have conflicts. I would like to make amends. Did you meet a woman named Jennifer Holden, or go by Jenni, if so is she ok???
wrote on Thursday, May 15, 2014
i know Jennifer holden I lived with her in 2 building I just got out in December and she had made parole for feb or march.
wrote on Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Sarah Haslam tortured n murdered my hadicapped son.I hope she goes through hell everyday there for rest of her life.
wrote on Friday, August 15, 2014
Years later I look back and read this and can't believe how much my stay there bothered me. I am no longer in Prison, I was released April of 2004. If you have questions I don't mind answering them. Since I will not be checking this very often my email address is email@example.com. Whoever Sarah Haslam is, I'm sure she is getting her "just rewards". I am so sorry for the loss of your son.
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