I just spent 15 days in Mission Jail in Pima County. Nothing extreme, just an accident.
The heat in the jail is unbearable. While I was there, a young pregnant woman was miserable, but did not want to cause problems. She just wanted to do her time and get out. She looked so pale.
Myself, I had symptoms of a heat stroke. I was dizzy, disoriented, had stomach cramps and general malaise. I told the guards early in the day and was promised they would call medical for transport. It never happened.
At 9:30 that night, a sergeant happened to come by. At that moment, my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest. It felt like it would explode. Coming out of my dorm in a wheelchair, I interrupted two guards.
Out of nowhere a sergeant showed up and asked me if I had a history of heart problems within the family. I said “yes,” all of my dad’s brothers had heart disease and died from massive heart attacks. The sisters followed.
The sergeant literally ran with me to medical. Does someone have to die before they fix the swamp coolers at Mission Jail?
During the last day I spent there, I used my tiny, white styrofoam cup to get permission for water, which I dumped on my the front and back of my inmate uniform. It did cool my body. When I changed to street clothes, the uniform was still wet.
My daughter’s dogs are treated more humanely than this. Please take this to heart!
Sincerely and grateful to once again be free,
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