Hello my name is Jamil Pirant. I’m currently in Plainfield Correctional Facility in Indiana and call this “The Warden.”
So, it’s been a chain of events that’s been going on in my life over the last two years, and I really didn’t know why, until today, and everything came to light. So, in 2023 in May, I had an injury to my right hamstring in my lower back, due to for whatever facility reasons, and I was wrote up for it by the shift office. And once I told them that I wouldn’t file no grievance and nothing like that, they threw the write up out. So, I knew something was up. I really didn’t want to chase it – took a lot of energy from me, so, but staff told medical not to tend to me, so they left me in the hallway anyways, like kind of hurt how I was hurt, but it didn’t take away from the injury being what it was. I didn’t necessarily know what was wrong with me. I just knew something wasn’t right.
So, July 2023 I re-injured that same injury, and come to find out, it was a high grade, like, strain, like almost like a hamstring tear. I had a big knot, like on the back of my right thigh. And they took me to medical and, you know, over the time, they still left me in the top range and on the top bunk, you know, and they kept telling me, “Don’t file no grievances, don’t file no grievances.” So, I didn’t really want to file no grievance, because I didn’t wanna have to go through this whole thing. But instead, I just kept everything recorded, documented. So, they gave me a wheelchair. They gave me like a little compression sleeve, but they did not want to give me an MRI.
So, over the time, the nurses kept putting in for the MRI, but the OC kept blocking it. I finally get an MRI in November 2023, but they didn’t want to tell me what the results was. So, it wasn’t six months after that when I finally found out what was going on my leg, in a sense just a small gist of it. Come to find out I had a high grade strain to my right hamstring, and with me going all up and down these stairs this whole time, was putting, you know, tear on it. So, they put me in physical therapy to kind of shut me up, in a sense, but the damage was done already, not just to my body, but to my mind. You get a certain kind of anxiety knowing that something is going on with you being whatever target that you don’t know that you being. So, I kind of just kept moving forward or what not. So, I had a writ of habeus corpus in court, and I didn’t know that — I didn’t really know the process of it.
Long story short, the warden kind of put a press on me. At the time it was a warden named Emerson, so he was coming through, and they were doing light check. Everybody lights was working. My light weren’t working. I was in a room that was pitch black. No water or nothing. I’m thinking like, “This ain’t…what’s going on?” This is an abled facility, you know, I’m not understanding what’s going on, why I’m in this room. So, I was kept in this room for over a year with no light, and had no water for like, three, four months. So, it wasn’t until November 2024, when they finally moved me, because I told the warden when they came to the kitchen, I said, “What’s going on? Why am I still in this room?” She said, “Is you threatening my facility?” I said, “No, ma’am.”
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