I’ll be all alone this Thanksgiving. I’ll search DoorDash in search of turkey or Chinese about noon, but it will be a quiet day. I used to have a family and enjoyed many wonderful Thanksgivings with my former son, daughter, and my very special granddaughters, but fighting corruption took that away from me.
But enough of sad, please allow me to tell you about my Special Thanksgiving…
On October 28, 2014, I was in the 40th Judicial District Court in Waxahachie Texas for a hearing in civil case #88611 (William M. Windsor v. Joeyisalittlekid, et al). I was surprised to see Ellis County District Attorney Patrick Wilson and Ellis County Texas Sheriff Johnny Brown in the audience for the hearing as well as a small army of Ellis County Sheriff’s deputies. The hearing lasted from 1:30 pm to a little after 5:00 pm. It was the last hearing of the day, and it had nothing to do with the DA or the Sheriff.
I was detained on October 28, 2014 at approximately 5:30 pm by the Ellis County Sheriff’s Department as I left the courtroom. I was informed that there was a warrant from Montana.
I was taken to the Ellis County Jail. I was not given any paperwork or explanation as to why I was there. My personal property was taken from me. I had never been in jail, never charged with a crime, not even a traffic ticket or parking ticket in 15 years (now 23 years).
I was told that I had been granted a $100,000 bond and was given the opportunity to post bond for “violations of a protective order.” No details were given.
I am EXTREMELY claustrophobic, and the first two days were terrifying in that regard. I seriously questioned whether I could make it. I take medication nightly for claustrophobia, but I had no medicine with me, and speaking to an Ellis County Texas Jail staff member is like talking to a stump.
At 2:00 am on October 29, 2014, I was given a telephone call by Officer Jerri Smith. It was too late to reach anyone, and the telephones at the Ellis County Texas jail do not allow a message to be left on voice mail. I knew only two phone numbers – my former son and a woman I used to live with (who claims to be my ex-wife). I called them at least a dozen times each over the next three days. Neither of them ever accepted my calls, and they never did anything to help me. So much for so-called “family.” The feeling of being completely alone is a feeling that I hope I never experience again.
While I was told that my bond was set at $100,000, when I got bail bond companies to provide the bond, the Ellis County Jail refused to accept it.
I was then moved from the Booking Area to “O” Tank in the Ellis County Jail at about 4:00 pm on October 30, 2014. While in Booking, I was exposed to staph and MRSA as well as one extremely violent crazy man. I was really apprehensive about moving into “population.”
“O” Tank is a 24-man cell of approximately 1,500 square feet; 12 double bunks, three 8-seat iron picnic-style tables, three toilets, three sinks, two showers, cement block walls, cement floor, steel ceiling, bulletproof glass windows to the guard area, not bars. I immediately met Thomas Joe Edward Lee aka T.J. and several other young men, and I was relieved and felt comfortable. It was not scary as I anticipated. I never met anyone older than me, and 95% of the men there could have been my children or grandchildren. I’d estimate the average age to be 28. Other new friends made the first day in “O” Tank at the Ellis County Jail included Marquavius Woods (the only person other than me who I met out of hundreds who did not have tattoos); Jonathan Rima (a nice young man on crutches); Bryan (a tall guy who traded his semi-lumpy mattress for my giant lumps mattress); Michael McGowan (a handicapped black man who had been unable to obtain any help from his court-appointed attorney); Ignacio Galvan aka Nacho (nicknamed me Montana and “hazed” me the first night by saying the newest guy had to get up and turn out the lights – and there is no switch and the lights are always on); Zach (a really nice trustee with a hearing loss similar to mine); and Robert Davidson aka Jake or The Vape Master (a young guy who fell behind on court payments and got his probation revoked as a result).
I found that older men command almost universal respect in jail/prison. In addition to “Montana,” I was nicknamed Old School or School, for short. This is a common prison term for anyone seen as quite a bit older than you. That meant I was “School” to everyone. I later learned that “Pops” and “PawPaw” are also common. It seems that most people in jail must have called their grandfathers “PawPaw,” because I was called PawPaw a lot. As miserable as the experience was, I really did meet wonderful people. I cannot imagine what it would have been like without such kind people who immediately had my back, my front, and my sides. I was taken care of the whole time I was there as if I was actually the PawPaw to these guys. I was especially relieved to see how open the tank was as that really lessened the claustrophobia. My claustrophobia is so bad that I can’t even watch a movie where someone is in a small, restricted space.
My first jail meal other than bologna sandwiches served in a paper sack (“Johnny Sack”) in Booking was something that faintly resembled hamburger meat, two slices of bread, broccoli stems, two cookies, and a would-be Kool-Aid. I scarfed it down. I was so upset for the three days in Booking that I hadn’t eaten.
It may be hard for those who have never experienced this, but I made really good friends in jail with men and boys with whom I seemingly had very little in common. I found most of my fellow inmates to be extremely kind, very honest, and thankful for the smallest of gestures.
Most of my fellow inmates had little or absolutely NO money on their books. They couldn’t even buy a cracker.
|This is an actual photo of a Jail Spread meal. It tastes better than it looks. 🙂
|This is a fairly typical recipe for a Jail Spread — but much more spicy in Texas.
|I swear it looks a lot better to you in jail when you don’t have as much as you’d like to eat!
I know that some of the guys are out and will read this article, so I cannot fail to mention my other friends from the Ellis County Jail in Waxahachie, Texas. These friends include Carlos Amador aka Paradise, Zachary Anderson, Cody Barnes, James Boyette aka The Boxer, David Bradshaw, Steven Calder aka The Enforcer, Lejonathan Cox, Greg Deloach, Cristoval Diaz, Brian Eaton, Michael Finch, Julian Fira, Donald Ford, Francisco Garcia, Justin Garcia aka Houston, Arcadio Garza, Michael Gonzales, Lonnie Hall, Michael Harvey, Robert Holland, Chris Horn, Robert Jack, Aaron Jones aka AJ or Lover Boy, Zackery Jones aka Locker, Greg Mason, Billy Mizer, Faustino Montemayor aka Claxton, James Myers aka Cellie, Heath Neitzel, Nicholas Parker, Eugenio Pena aka The Barber, Lonny Ramirez, Matthew Rauen, Bobby Rhodes aka Tank Boss, Benton Skelton, Louis Stocker aka Organized, Amber Vanderzwart, Gustavo Villanueva, Hector Villanueva. This does not include those who have been released or sent to The Big House, including Jacob Aparicio, Justin Johnston, John Florence, Jamie Ellis, Jordan Brittain, De’Juan Wilson, Aaron Drake, Terrance Marion, Drake Hernandez, Lawrence Murley, Scotty Stewart.
A Thanksgiving tradition for Windsors has included having everyone write down what they are thankful for.
This is what my Dad wrote. I am thankful for my Jailhouse and Lawless America Friends, my new family.
I will be announcing a special filming in Amarillo, Texas. I am asking every member of the Amarillo Police Department to be interviewed. I will have a 50,000-volt Axon Taser 26, and I will invite each policeperson to be shot with it. I’m thinking of offering a $50 million reward to anyone who can absorb 1,500,000 volts of electricity and still be alive. So far, Hunter Tyler Schreck is the only person in the world to have endured such torture much less live to tell about it.
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