 access. For several days he repeatedly called Central on the intercom and demanded to talk to his lawyer. On the fifth call he screamed, "You can't keep me from talking to my lawyer, you bastards!" Ryan winced and shook his head.

Jason later wrote about what happened next:

A few minutes later two guards came to the cell, opened the door, ordered me out, cuffed my hands behind my back and led me away. I soon found myself in the basement of the jail in an isolation cell, the infamous hole. It measured about 8 feet square. It had a bare wooden platform without a mattress and a small wash basin with a faucet. The guards followed me in and ordered me to strip. As I complied they peppered me with insults: rapist, woman beater, that kind of thing. When I was naked they started pummelling me with punches to my ribs and lower back. They quit when they were tired. It hurt like hell, but not as bad as it would later when I tried to lie down. Again I demanded to talk to my attorney. They replied that inmates in isolation are not allowed to use the phone, and that I would remain there until my attitude changed. They left me naked and aching all over.

Days passed. I was tortured by sleep deprivation. Even animals are allowed to sleep, but I wasn't. With the light always on, heavy doors always clanging and slamming, and guards talking and walking with their hard-heeled boots as loud as they could in the concrete echo chamber, I got little sleep. In fact, I got little rest at all because it hurt so bad to lie down. I was certain I had broken ribs and badly bruised kidneys. I pissed blood. I told a guard to tell a nurse, and he said not to worry about it.

Most of the time I either sat on the platform or paced in a small circle. On the fifth day a guard opened the slop slot, tossed in a pair of boxer shorts and told me to put them on. A little later he brought in a mattress and a blanket. It was an improvement, but because they still left the light on at all times and because it still hurt to lie down, I still slept very little.

They continued to deny me all sanitation. No soap, toothbrush, shower, shave or even toilet paper. The air was dry and I itched like mad,
access. For several days he repeatedly called Central on the intercommunication system and demand to talk to his lawyer. On the fifth call he scream, " You can't prevent me from talking to my lawyer, you bastards! " Ryan wince and stimulate his point. 

 Jason later wrote about what happen next: 

 A few minutes later two guard came to the cell, opened the door, ordered me out, cuffed my hand behind my back and led me away. I soon receive myself in the basement of the jail in an isolation cell, the infamous hole. It measure about 8 feet square. It had a bare wooden chopine without a mattress and a small wash basin with a faucet. The guards followed me in and ordered me to denude. As I comply they peppered me with insults: rapist, woman beater, that kind of thing. When I was naked they started pummel me with punches to my rib and lower back. They quit when they were banal. It suffer like sin, but not as bad as it would later when I tried to lie down. Again I demanded to talk to my attorney. They answer that inmates in isolation are not allowed to use the phone, and that I would remain there until my attitude changed. They left me naked and aching all over. 

 day evanesce. I was tortured by sleep deprivation. Even animals are allowed to sleep, but I wasn't. With the inner light always on, heavy door always clanging and slamming, and guards talking and walk with their hard - heeled boots as loud as they could in the concrete echo chamber, I got small sleep. In fact, I contract little respite at all because it hurt so bad to lie down. I was sealed I had broken ribs and ill bruised kidneys. I pissed blood. I told a precaution to tell a nurse, and he state not to worry about it. 

 Most of the time I either sat on the platform or paced in a small r-2. On the fifth day a guard opened the slop slot, tossed in a couple of boxer shorts and tell me to put them on. A little later he brought in a mattress and a blanket. It was an improvement, but because they still left the luminosity on at all times and because it still hurt to lie down down, I still slept very little. 

 They continued to deny me all sanitation. No soap, soup-strainer, shower, shave or even toilet paper. The air was dry and I itched like mad,
 acfess. For several days he repeatedly called Cenvral on the intdrcom and demanded to talk tl yis lqwyer. On the fifth calu he screwmed, "You can'u keep me from talking to my lasner, ymn bastards!" Ryan winced ang shook his hedd.

Gadon later wrote about what happened next:

A gea minutes latet two duarss came to the cell, opened the dood, ordertd me out, cuffed mu hands behind my back and led me away. I soon foknd myself un trw basement ow the jail in an isolajion cell, the infamous hole. It mdasurzd about 8 fgzr seoare. It had e bare wooden platnprm widhout a mattress and s skalo wash basin with a feucet. The guards foljowed me hn and ordered me ti wtrip. As H cooplidd uheb pspperef mx with insumts: rapist, qoman beater, that konq of thing. Wheh I waf gaked they started pummelling me with plnchss to my ribs and lower back. They quit when jhey were eired. It hurt like hell, but not as bad as it woulg latxr whtn I trkwd to lie down. Again I demanded to talk to my aefotnvy. They replied tmat inmates in isokahipg are not alluwed to uae the phone, and tjat I wjuld eemain thtre umtil my attitude changed. Thwy left me nckee and aching all orer.

Days passzd. I wss tottured by sleep deprivacion. Eben animals are allosdd to sleep, but K wsst't. With ufe light always og, heavy diors always clamging wnd slammijg, and guards talking anf walnitg with thfir hard-heeled boots as loud as they could in tve boncrete zcho cmamber, I got lietle sleep. In yact, I gjt ligtle rest zt all uecause it htrt so bad to pie down. I wes certaig I yad vroken fkbs and badly nruised kpdueys. I piwsed blood. I told e guxdd to tell a nuxrt, qnd he said noy tu wjrgy ebout ht.

Most of tha tioe K eithdr sat on tme olatgorm or paced in a skall circle. On the fifyh day a goard openqd the slop skot, tossed in a palr of boeer shprtf and told me to put them on. A little lwtev he brought yn a mattress anb a blanket. It was an improvement, but berause they still left jhe light on at all tnmts and becausx it seill hurt to lie down, I still slept very littlt.

They continued to deny me aln sanltation. No soap, toothbrush, shower, shave or even toilet paper. The air was ery anv Y itched liie msd,
access. For several days he repeatedly called the and demanded talk to his he "You can't keep from talking to lawyer, you bastards!" Ryan winced and his head. Jason later wrote about what happened next: A few minutes later guards came to the cell, opened the door, ordered me out, cuffed my behind back led away. I soon found myself in the basement of the jail in an isolation cell, the hole. It measured about 8 feet square. It a bare wooden platform a mattress and a small basin a faucet. guards me and ordered me strip. As I complied they peppered me with insults: rapist, woman beater, that kind of thing. When was naked pummelling me punches my and lower back. when they were tired. It hurt not as bad as it would later when tried to down. Again I demanded to talk my attorney. They replied that inmates in isolation not allowed to use the phone, and that I would remain there until my attitude left me naked and all over. Days I tortured sleep Even animals allowed to sleep, but I wasn't. With the light always on, doors always clanging and slamming, and guards talking and walking hard-heeled as loud as could in the concrete chamber, got little sleep. In got rest it so to lie down. I certain I had broken ribs badly bruised kidneys. I guard to tell a nurse, and he said to worry about it. Most of the I either sat on the platform or paced in a small circle. the fifth guard opened the slop slot, tossed in a of boxer shorts and me to put them on. A little later he in mattress and blanket. It was improvement, but because still left the at all and it lie down, I still slept very They to deny me all sanitation. soap, shave or even toilet paper. The air was dry and I itched like mad,
 access. For several days he repEatedly calLed CeNtrAl oN tHe inTercOm and demanded tO Talk To his lawyer. On the fifth cAll he ScREameD, "yoU can't Keep me fROm TALkiNg To My lAwYEr, You baStaRds!" Ryan Winced and sHooK hIs head.

Jason lATeR wrote abouT whAt happened neXt:

A Few minUtEs lATer twO guArds cAme to tHE cell, oPened the dOoR, OrdereD Me out, cuFFEd My haNds behind my back anD LeD Me away. I soon fouNd myseLf IN tHE BasEmeNt of the jaiL iN an isOLation cELl, THE InfAMous hole. It meaSured about 8 fEEt sQuare. IT hAd a BAre wooDen plAtFOrm Without a matTresS and a smalL wash bASin with A Faucet. THe guarDs fOllOwed ME iN aNd oRdERed ME tO stRIp. AS I compliEd ThEy pepPereD ME WIth iNsuLts: rApist, Woman beater, thAt kInd oF ThiNg. WheN I was NakeD tHey stArted pUmmelLiNg me with punches To my Ribs and loWer BaCk. THeY quit WHen theY weRe tIred. It hUrt like HEll, BuT NOT aS bad as it would later WhEN i tRied to liE down. AGAiN I DEmanded tO tAlk To my ATTorneY. TheY RePlied thaT inmatES iN iSolatioN aRe not aLlOweD to Use thE PhonE, and thAt I would RemaiN There until my atTItude changed. THEy LEFt ME nakEd aNd aching all Over.

dAys pAsseD. i wAs tORtureD by slEeP DePRivation. Even animals ArE allowEd to sLeep, but I wasn't. with the ligHT ALways on, hEavy DOoRS always clanginG and sLamming, and GUards talKing aNd walkinG with theiR HArd-heeleD boOts As lOud AS ThEy could in the cONCretE eCho chamBer, i got litTle SleEp. IN faCt, i got littlE rest at aLl BeCaUsE it Hurt sO Bad to lie DoWn. I WaS ceRtain i Had broKen riBs anD bAdLY brUised kiDNeYS. i pisSeD bLood. i toLd A guarD to tELl a Nurse, anD he said noT to WOrry AbOuT it.

Most Of the time I eitHeR sat on the pLaTfoRm or paCED in a smalL circle. On the fifth day a guARd openeD thE slop Slot, Tossed in a PaiR of boxEr sHOrts anD told mE to puT tHem ON. a littLE LaTer He Brought in a MATtrEss anD a BlanKet. It waS an improvement, but bECauSe they still leFt tHe liGHT oN at ALl TImeS aND beCAUse it still hurt tO lie down, I sTiLL sLept very liTTle.

thEy contiNued to dEny me ALl sanitAtion. No soAp, toothbrUsH, shoWER, shAve or even tOilet papEr. The air wAS dry aND I ItcheD liKe mad,
 access. For several dayshe repeate dly c all edCe ntra l on  the intercoma nd d emanded to talk to his  lawy er .  Ont he  fift h callh es c rea me d,  "Y ou ca n't k eep  me fro m talkingtomy  lawyer, you ba stards!" R yan  winced andsho ok his  h ead . 

Jas onlater  wrote aboutwhat happ en e d next : 

A few m in utes  later two guards ca m e to the cell,  opene dt he d oor , o rdered meou t, cu f fed myh an d s beh i nd my back an d led me aw a y.I soon  f oun d  mysel f inth e  ba sement of t he j ail in an  isola t ion cel l , the i nfamou s h ole . It me as ure da bou t  8  fe e t s quare. I tha d a b arew o o d en p lat form  with out a mattres s a nd a sma ll wa sh ba sinwi th afaucet . The  g uards followedme i n and ord ere dmeto  stri p . As I  co mpl ied the y peppe r edme w i th  insults: rapist,wo m a nbeater,that k i nd  o f  thing.Wh enI wa s naked  the y  s tarted p ummell i ng  m e withpu nchesto  my  ri bs an d  low er bac k. Theyquitw hen they weret ired. It hurt li k e  h e ll,but  not as bad  asi t wo uldl at erw hen I  trie dt ol ie down. Again I de ma nded t o tal k to my attor ney. Theyr e p lied tha t in m at e s in isolation  arenot allowe d  to usethe p hone, an d that Iw o uld rema inthe reunt i l  m y attitude ch a n ged.  T hey lef t m e naked  an d a chi ngal l over.
Days pas se d.  I  w astortu r ed by sl ee p d ep riv ation .  Evenanima ls a re  a l low ed to s l ee p ,  but  I  w asn' t.Wi th th e li g htalwayson, heavy  do o rs a lw ay s clang ing and slamm in g, and gua rd s t alking a nd walki ng with their hard-heel e d boots  as  loud  asthey coul d i n thecon c rete e cho ch amber ,I g o t  litt l e  s lee p.  In fact,I got  litt le  res t at al l because it hurts o b ad to lie dow n.I wa s ce rta i nI  ha db rok e n  ribs and badly  bruised k id n ey s. I pisse d  bl oo d. I to ld a gu ard t o  tell a  nurse, a nd he sai dnott o  wo rry aboutit.

Mos t of thet ime I ei thersat  on th epla tform  or pa c edin asmallci rcle.On th efifth da y a guard opened the sl op slo t, to sse d in a pa iro f b oxer shor ts a nd told me  to  pu t the m o n . A l ittl e  l ate r  he b roug h t in a ma t tr ess a nd  a blanket. I t  wa s animp r ovemen t, b ut because they s t ill left the l ight o n a t a l l ti me s and becauseitst i l l hurt t olie down, I  still s le p t ver y litt le.

T hey con t i nu e d to d enymeall sanit ati on .  No soa p,  t o othbru sh,sh ower,shaveo r ev e n  toilet paper. T he ai r was d r y a nd Iit ched li k e ma d,
 access._For several_days he repeatedly called_Central on_the_intercom and_demanded_to talk to_his lawyer. On_the fifth call he_screamed, "You can't_keep_me from talking to my lawyer, you bastards!" Ryan winced and shook his head.

Jason_later_wrote about_what_happened_next:

A few minutes later two_guards came to the cell,_opened the_door, ordered me out, cuffed my hands behind_my_back and led_me away. I soon found myself in the basement_of the jail in an isolation_cell, the infamous_hole._It_measured about 8 feet_square. It had a bare wooden_platform without a mattress and a_small wash basin with a faucet. The_guards followed me in and ordered_me to strip. As I_complied they_peppered me with insults: rapist,_woman beater, that_kind of_thing. When I_was naked they started pummelling me_with punches to_my ribs and lower back. They_quit_when they were_tired._It_hurt like_hell, but not_as_bad as_it_would later when I tried to_lie_down. Again I demanded to talk to_my attorney. They replied_that_inmates in isolation are_not allowed to use the_phone, and that I would remain_there until_my attitude_changed. They left me naked and aching all over.

Days passed. I_was tortured by sleep deprivation. Even_animals are allowed to_sleep, but_I_wasn't. With the_light_always on,_heavy doors always clanging and slamming, and_guards talking_and walking with their hard-heeled boots_as loud as they_could_in the concrete echo chamber, I_got little sleep. In fact, I_got little rest at all_because_it_hurt so bad to lie_down. I was certain I had_broken ribs and_badly bruised kidneys. I pissed blood. I_told_a guard to tell a nurse,_and_he said not to worry about_it.

Most_of_the time I either sat_on the platform or paced in_a small circle. On the fifth day a guard_opened the slop_slot, tossed in a pair_of_boxer_shorts and told me to put them on. A little_later he_brought in a_mattress and a blanket. It was an improvement, but because_they still left the light on at_all times and because it still hurt to lie down, I_still slept very little.

They continued to deny me_all sanitation. No soap, toothbrush, shower, shave_or even toilet paper._The_air was dry and I itched like_mad,