Chad (a very nice looking 28 year old) is a young man who was kept in the cell next to me while I was in Bartow County Jail. In that jail, the holding cells double as "medical". The inmates who are too ill to be kept in "population" are kept in the same cells that people are put into when they first come into the jail. I am not going to address the guilt or innocence of Chad and his charges because I don’t have any facts regarding his case. All I have heard is his side of the story but trust me, it sounds exactly like many stories I’ve heard from men who have been arrested after their wives have made the decision that the husband has lived out his usefulness and is now nothing more than a roadblock in the middle of the path that they are trying to travel down. That path may include a new man, it may include a dream of new freedom. Wherever that path leads, the husband is an unwelcome barrier and the wife can get quite creative when attempting to clear the path.
The truth be damned, these women are not about to be hindered and the "system" is totally set up to assist them in their new endeavor. As a wife who was truly abused, I find it despicable that the system that is there to help me and those like me can be so easily manipulated and even if the truth does eventually come out, the damage is irreversible and the wife is rarely, if ever held accountable.
What I am going to write about is what I was witness to and what will most likely happen as a result of the things that I saw and heard. Chad is a diabetic. Without going into a long and drawn out lesson about diabetes, trust me, what I will write here is the truth and easily verifiable should anyone feel the need to do some research.
Chad was put in "medical" because his blood sugars were extremely high. The staff accused him of stealing food from other inmates as a result of his high blood sugars. They maintained that there was no way that his sugars could have been so high if he had consumed nothing but the food he was given. There are some diabetics who are what they call "brittle" diabetics. Brittle diabetics are those whose blood sugars are extremely difficult to regulate. They run high on some days and low on others. Even when hospitalized, real medical staff have trouble keeping the brittle diabetic’s sugar within normal limits. I was in the cell next to Chad’s and I heard the results of his blood sugars when they were taken by the staff. Except for one early morning reading of 82, the sugars that I heard ranged anywhere from 300 to 500 with normal being 80 to 120.
Chad had no food other than that brought to him from the jail staff.
"Medical" is a place with cells that are filthy and ridden with bugs. The particular cell that Chad was in had most recently been occupied by a psychotic man who found pleasure in smearing his body and the walls of the cell with feces and other body wastes. Although a trustee was assigned to "clean" that cell, the feces were clearly visible from the vent that Chad and I used to speak through. The cell that I shared with 6 other women was approximately 6X12 feet large. I don’t know how large Chad’s cell was but I do know that it was smaller than ours. We had a toilet in our cell but Chad had a hole in the floor which was his toilet. His cell was padded. I wish ours had been, I constantly hit my head on the cement blocks that made up our walls.
Our cell was crawling with bugs and even though we asked the guards to spray or clean ours, that never happened. Early one morning, as my cellmates were sleeping, I sat up on "bug detail" stepping on the bugs that I saw. It didn’t do much good, the bug queen kept sending more. I mention our bugs because I’m quite sure that Chad’s cell had at least as many as ours did, probably more. We were able to flush our toilet when necessary, Chad was dependent upon the guards to flush his. They did so when it was convenient for them to do so, not when necessary.
Diabetes (specifically the high blood sugar levels resulting from it) causes many things to go wrong with the human body. Some of those things are damage to the blood vessels, nerves and kidneys. A diabetic must constantly check their feet because it is not at all unheard of for them to step on a tack, not feel it and then have the wound become infected because the blood flow is hindered from the damage to the blood vessels. The nerve damage can be so severe that the diabetic won’t even know that the tack is there. Chad began developing open sores on his face and neck which were becoming infected during his stay in that filthy cell.
He knew that he hadn’t stolen any food and he also knew that his blood sugars had a tendency to run high no matter how diligent he was in his efforts at regulating his diabetes. One day after he had been in that cell long enough to "prove" to the people who put them there that his sugars would run high no matter how much or how little he ate, he asked a guard, "How much longer do I have to stay here?"
The answer that we all heard was, "I don’t know and I don’t care. You could fall off the face of the earth for all I care."
Chad was kept in that cell for a few days this time but over the past few months, he has spent most of his time in one medical/holding cell or another. He told me that since November, he had been in "medical" for weeks, I forget exactly how many.
Years ago a condition called Intensive Care Psychosis was identified. Patients who had been in ICU for medical problems began developing severe mental problems, they were literally becoming psychotic. These patients had never been known to have any mental problems in the past and after some intensive study, the ICU psychosis was identified. It was learned that when a person is kept in a place for an extended period of time without any windows, their bodies had no way of knowing what time of day or night it was. That in itself led to the psychotic behavior that these people were exhibiting. Since that time, all intensive care units have been constructed with windows. As a result, ICU Psychosis is a thing of the past.
Unfortunately, inmates are not considered worthy of saving from similar ailments. The holding cells in Bartow County jail have no windows and the inmates are rarely allowed out of them. The cells were probably not meant to hold people for any length of time. But, in the cell that I occupied, there were two women who had been there for a very long time as a result of their medical conditions. As of this past Monday, one lady had been there for 27 days and another for 21. One was there because of her medical condition, a psychiatric problem that surely couldn’t be helped by her surroundings and the other was there for some sort of segregation. She was the lady who was crippled and she laid near the toilet because she needed to be able to reach it so that she could empty the Styrofoam cup that she used to void in.
Chad most certainly has a problem with anger management, I could see that myself. But if anger management is a problem, a hell hole is not the answer. The taunting that he received at the hands of the guards was, in my opinion, designed to provoke him into behavior that one could point to and say, "See! He’s a madman!"
I heard Chad crying for his daughter and that broke my heart. It was quite obvious that if Chad was left in that cell for much longer, he would most assuredly commit some act that would lengthen his incarceration. I would love to believe that the people who run those jails would like to see the inmates rehabilitated and sent back into the world to begin their lives again as contributing members of society. But, to believe that would be as unrealistic as believing in Santa Claus.
I’m sure that Chad made some mistakes in his attempts to save his marriage. But I do not believe that he did anything that would deserve a life sentence. And, if the man does not receive any help for his problems, he will most assuredly end up spending a major part of his life locked up.
He, has, as I do, sort of snowball effect going on right now. I’m mature enough to see the situation for what it is and remain calm. Chad has not yet developed that particular life skill.
One day as I was in that cell, I asked a guard if I could use the telephone to call my daughter. That was before I saw the memo that stated that "Inmates in the holding cells have the same telephone privileges as those of the inmates in general population." The only things that I had ever requested of the guards was to use the telephone. The "lady" knew that I wanted to call my son to get my medications. As she refused to let me use the phone, a dime fell out of another ladies’ shoe. The guard asked for the dime as no one was supposed to have money. The guard asked, "Didn’t they pat you down when you came in?" She answered that, "No, they didn’t." I added, "No one patted me down either, they just asked if I had anything on me."
The guard said, "Well, I’ve been here for a long time, you know I don’t let anyone get away like that." At that point, she asked another inmate, "Do you have any contraband on you?" I laughed at the ridiculous question, thinking to myself, "That’s exactly what I mean, no one pats us down, they just ask!"
A few minutes later, that same guard returned with a male guard who said, "You smarted off to this guard so you’ve lost your telephone privileges for the day." I said, "OK." and sat down on the bench. I wasn’t sure what privileges he thought he was taking away, perhaps my privilege to ASK to use the phone...certainly I had not been allowed to use it up until then. One other thing was certain, I had not "smarted off" to anyone in the first place. But, it was obvious that temptation to abuse the "power" that she felt as though she wielded was far too tempting to allow to pass. She possesses a tad more self control than Chad, but like Chad, she can’t help but dish out the behavior that most can see for exactly what it is.
Perhaps if Chad had chosen a career in Corrections, he would be able to "act out" in a more "acceptable" manner. But he didn’t. So, when he "goes off", he ends up with a bit more time tacked on to his sentence.
Conversely, when these guards act out, they probably get promoted.
Even if Chad were guilty of everything that he’s been accused of (and I am quite sure that he is NOT) he wouldn’t deserve to be treated in the manner that he is being treated in. But, when a woman who doesn’t mind lying in order to get a unnecessary husband out of her way is rewarded by the justice system, the rest of us had better be pretty damned careful. Who knows who’s path we might be blocking?
If you would like to write to Chad, (and please do!) here is his address:
Chad Bubrick
104 Zena Drive
Cartersville, Georgia
30120
The truth be damned, these women are not about to be hindered and the "system" is totally set up to assist them in their new endeavor. As a wife who was truly abused, I find it despicable that the system that is there to help me and those like me can be so easily manipulated and even if the truth does eventually come out, the damage is irreversible and the wife is rarely, if ever held accountable.
What I am going to write about is what I was witness to and what will most likely happen as a result of the things that I saw and heard. Chad is a diabetic. Without going into a long and drawn out lesson about diabetes, trust me, what I will write here is the truth and easily verifiable should anyone feel the need to do some research.
Chad was put in "medical" because his blood sugars were extremely high. The staff accused him of stealing food from other inmates as a result of his high blood sugars. They maintained that there was no way that his sugars could have been so high if he had consumed nothing but the food he was given. There are some diabetics who are what they call "brittle" diabetics. Brittle diabetics are those whose blood sugars are extremely difficult to regulate. They run high on some days and low on others. Even when hospitalized, real medical staff have trouble keeping the brittle diabetic’s sugar within normal limits. I was in the cell next to Chad’s and I heard the results of his blood sugars when they were taken by the staff. Except for one early morning reading of 82, the sugars that I heard ranged anywhere from 300 to 500 with normal being 80 to 120.
Chad had no food other than that brought to him from the jail staff.
"Medical" is a place with cells that are filthy and ridden with bugs. The particular cell that Chad was in had most recently been occupied by a psychotic man who found pleasure in smearing his body and the walls of the cell with feces and other body wastes. Although a trustee was assigned to "clean" that cell, the feces were clearly visible from the vent that Chad and I used to speak through. The cell that I shared with 6 other women was approximately 6X12 feet large. I don’t know how large Chad’s cell was but I do know that it was smaller than ours. We had a toilet in our cell but Chad had a hole in the floor which was his toilet. His cell was padded. I wish ours had been, I constantly hit my head on the cement blocks that made up our walls.
Our cell was crawling with bugs and even though we asked the guards to spray or clean ours, that never happened. Early one morning, as my cellmates were sleeping, I sat up on "bug detail" stepping on the bugs that I saw. It didn’t do much good, the bug queen kept sending more. I mention our bugs because I’m quite sure that Chad’s cell had at least as many as ours did, probably more. We were able to flush our toilet when necessary, Chad was dependent upon the guards to flush his. They did so when it was convenient for them to do so, not when necessary.
Diabetes (specifically the high blood sugar levels resulting from it) causes many things to go wrong with the human body. Some of those things are damage to the blood vessels, nerves and kidneys. A diabetic must constantly check their feet because it is not at all unheard of for them to step on a tack, not feel it and then have the wound become infected because the blood flow is hindered from the damage to the blood vessels. The nerve damage can be so severe that the diabetic won’t even know that the tack is there. Chad began developing open sores on his face and neck which were becoming infected during his stay in that filthy cell.
He knew that he hadn’t stolen any food and he also knew that his blood sugars had a tendency to run high no matter how diligent he was in his efforts at regulating his diabetes. One day after he had been in that cell long enough to "prove" to the people who put them there that his sugars would run high no matter how much or how little he ate, he asked a guard, "How much longer do I have to stay here?"
The answer that we all heard was, "I don’t know and I don’t care. You could fall off the face of the earth for all I care."
Chad was kept in that cell for a few days this time but over the past few months, he has spent most of his time in one medical/holding cell or another. He told me that since November, he had been in "medical" for weeks, I forget exactly how many.
Years ago a condition called Intensive Care Psychosis was identified. Patients who had been in ICU for medical problems began developing severe mental problems, they were literally becoming psychotic. These patients had never been known to have any mental problems in the past and after some intensive study, the ICU psychosis was identified. It was learned that when a person is kept in a place for an extended period of time without any windows, their bodies had no way of knowing what time of day or night it was. That in itself led to the psychotic behavior that these people were exhibiting. Since that time, all intensive care units have been constructed with windows. As a result, ICU Psychosis is a thing of the past.
Unfortunately, inmates are not considered worthy of saving from similar ailments. The holding cells in Bartow County jail have no windows and the inmates are rarely allowed out of them. The cells were probably not meant to hold people for any length of time. But, in the cell that I occupied, there were two women who had been there for a very long time as a result of their medical conditions. As of this past Monday, one lady had been there for 27 days and another for 21. One was there because of her medical condition, a psychiatric problem that surely couldn’t be helped by her surroundings and the other was there for some sort of segregation. She was the lady who was crippled and she laid near the toilet because she needed to be able to reach it so that she could empty the Styrofoam cup that she used to void in.
Chad most certainly has a problem with anger management, I could see that myself. But if anger management is a problem, a hell hole is not the answer. The taunting that he received at the hands of the guards was, in my opinion, designed to provoke him into behavior that one could point to and say, "See! He’s a madman!"
I heard Chad crying for his daughter and that broke my heart. It was quite obvious that if Chad was left in that cell for much longer, he would most assuredly commit some act that would lengthen his incarceration. I would love to believe that the people who run those jails would like to see the inmates rehabilitated and sent back into the world to begin their lives again as contributing members of society. But, to believe that would be as unrealistic as believing in Santa Claus.
I’m sure that Chad made some mistakes in his attempts to save his marriage. But I do not believe that he did anything that would deserve a life sentence. And, if the man does not receive any help for his problems, he will most assuredly end up spending a major part of his life locked up.
He, has, as I do, sort of snowball effect going on right now. I’m mature enough to see the situation for what it is and remain calm. Chad has not yet developed that particular life skill.
One day as I was in that cell, I asked a guard if I could use the telephone to call my daughter. That was before I saw the memo that stated that "Inmates in the holding cells have the same telephone privileges as those of the inmates in general population." The only things that I had ever requested of the guards was to use the telephone. The "lady" knew that I wanted to call my son to get my medications. As she refused to let me use the phone, a dime fell out of another ladies’ shoe. The guard asked for the dime as no one was supposed to have money. The guard asked, "Didn’t they pat you down when you came in?" She answered that, "No, they didn’t." I added, "No one patted me down either, they just asked if I had anything on me."
The guard said, "Well, I’ve been here for a long time, you know I don’t let anyone get away like that." At that point, she asked another inmate, "Do you have any contraband on you?" I laughed at the ridiculous question, thinking to myself, "That’s exactly what I mean, no one pats us down, they just ask!"
A few minutes later, that same guard returned with a male guard who said, "You smarted off to this guard so you’ve lost your telephone privileges for the day." I said, "OK." and sat down on the bench. I wasn’t sure what privileges he thought he was taking away, perhaps my privilege to ASK to use the phone...certainly I had not been allowed to use it up until then. One other thing was certain, I had not "smarted off" to anyone in the first place. But, it was obvious that temptation to abuse the "power" that she felt as though she wielded was far too tempting to allow to pass. She possesses a tad more self control than Chad, but like Chad, she can’t help but dish out the behavior that most can see for exactly what it is.
Perhaps if Chad had chosen a career in Corrections, he would be able to "act out" in a more "acceptable" manner. But he didn’t. So, when he "goes off", he ends up with a bit more time tacked on to his sentence.
Conversely, when these guards act out, they probably get promoted.
Even if Chad were guilty of everything that he’s been accused of (and I am quite sure that he is NOT) he wouldn’t deserve to be treated in the manner that he is being treated in. But, when a woman who doesn’t mind lying in order to get a unnecessary husband out of her way is rewarded by the justice system, the rest of us had better be pretty damned careful. Who knows who’s path we might be blocking?
If you would like to write to Chad, (and please do!) here is his address:
Chad Bubrick
104 Zena Drive
Cartersville, Georgia
30120
posted by Meg Kelso | 12:20 PM
7 Comments:
Chad has always played people well. He is very good at telling the one he is talking to what he thinks they want to hear & do the pitty me, pitty me thing. Read between the lines !!!!
I agree with the above said comment! I know because he is my cousin and I don't feel bad for him! The reason he is in jail is because he tried to kill his ex-wife! He has always been a manipulator and will never cease to not be one. Stay away from him.
I don't know whether or not these people are telling the truth. I have no clue who they are. BUT...on the chance that they are being honest, I had to post their comments. I've always been a sucker and I don't know who is lying here. You make the call.
Meg
I know Chad personally and can tell you that he seriously needs mental help. Not only was his ex-wife in danger, his entire family was.
I'm going to point out the obvious bias being displayed in these comments. Still, you make the call.
Meg
You guys can stop sending the Chad is Satan comments now. None of them have anything new to say, they are all just mean and nasty repetitions of the same old stuff and they lead a thinking person to think you doth protest too much and they prove bias. I've let you have your say, now go and get a life. This isn't the Chad Blog, it's the Dairy of My Divorce. No one except you nuts are reading this far back anyway.
Have a lovely day.
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