#Florence ADX

[news4dzhozhar]

Hello,the recent info about Tsarnaev,do you know if he's gonna be present in the court? Or just his lawyers

Usually it's just his lawyers unless he needs to speak (entering a plea, receiving a verdict). The Court would be the Federal one in Boston and since Dzho is housed at the ADX in Colorado, it would be a security and logistics nightmare to fly him out for court appearances that are 20-30 minutes. If he were to be granted a new penalty phase then he'd be brought into court but not for the various appeals.

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dusk over skyline drive; 2.14.24

[thelongview]

Cañon City in Colorado (pop. 17,141) boasts the highest concentration of prisons in the world:

1: Colorado Territorial Correctional Facility 2: Centennial Correctional Facility 3: Arrowhead Correctional Center 4: Skyline Correctional Center 5: Four Mile Correctional Center 6: Fremont Correctional Facility

The total inmate population is 4,455. Only 15 km away there is Florence Administrative Maximum Facility, commonly known as ADX Florence, classed as a supermax or "control unit" prison, thus providing a higher, more controlled level of custody than a maximum security prison. The list of present and past inmates includes serial killers, foreign and domestic terrorists, spies and organized crime figures. Image of the cell from Wikipedia; note the 4 inch (10 cm) wide window.

Cañon City (Wikipedia) ADX Florence (Wikipedia)

38°25′22″N 105°09′42″W

[loganstfu]

[somebodylovesyougcv]

Thinking about jimmy mcgill in a supermax prison like im literally gonna kill myself

[qqueenofhades]

Plus, it is absolutely fucking disgusting that Trump was up there being treated like a serious candidate while CNN simply did not moderate or fact check him at all, and not in fucking Florence ADX or Fort Leavenworth, but that is a WHOLE other problem.

[ifthiswasreal]

i have a thought id like you're thought on!!! what do you dzhokhar would think/does think (i highly doubt he's unaware of us [jaharlettes]) about his fangirls/supporters?

that's a very good question. i don't know if i can say for certain.

i think there's a likelihood that he is, actually, aware of the fact that he has fans. this article by the la times describes a group of fangirls present at the time of his trial. it's not made clear, but i find it pretty likely that he did see them if they were outside the building as he arrived. note in advance that the article is, in my opinion, quite misogynistic, so take what it says with a grain of salt.

i'd also take a look as his statement, which in my opinion seems to imply that he has some awareness of his fans:

...the bombing, which I am guilty of — if there’s any lingering doubt about that, let there be no more. I did do it along with my brother...

i've referenced this specific quote before, so i apologize for the redundancy, but i really do think it indicates that he knew people think he may not be guilty. both inside the courtroom and outside of it. it's certainly not concrete evidence of any existing opinions, though.

obviously, i don't know jahar personally, so i don't have any solid grasp of his personality or, more specifically, how he feels about receiving attention. i know he liked attention from girls, his tweets and testimony from his friends make that clear. i'm not certain if something as devastating as the bombing would change that for him— perhaps there's a sense of disapproval or moral opposition alongside enjoyment of the attention. who's to say?

he has a lot of time to think while in adx florence. perhaps he's thought about his fans. there was a time where he could receive books that had been sent to him, right?

it's very frustrating that there's no way to communicate with him and just ask, haha. i am very curious as to what he'd think of us.

[acowardinmordor]

Ignore what I did to ages timelines and canon to make this ficlet work. This is for @eddiezpaghetti and is, I promise, an actual event from my high school life. Mine was the football captain and star quarterback though. 😇

Deep Breath

Eddie was not an athletic guy. It didn’t matter that his fine motor skills were excellent with a pen or his guitar, the big picture version with hand eye coordination and ability to do anything even closely connected to sports was crap. So he never did sports for longer than a few days when he was young enough his mom was still around and encouraging him.

Any accidental skills he learned while wearing a uniform evaporated in the decade since his mom died. Then he met kids who didn’t make fun of him about sports, realized he could have friends without the ‘friendly’ sportsmanship, and Eddie didn’t look back.

Nerd for life. Sports for never.

Then Eddie was turning 11, and his dad had a chance for a ‘great job’ in Colorado. First in Pueblo. Then just north of the border into Wyoming. And then, in a little town halfway up the side of the mountains near Cañon City, while his dad went to Florence most days. Al usually managed to be home a couple nights each week during those years, Eddie found a book called a Player’s Manual and some friends, and that was that.

So, when the mysterious job his dad had been working all that time went bad, and a major news story about an attempted breakout at Florence ADX, when cops showed up to arrest Al, Eddie ran into the trees, up the trail and kept hiding for a day or two.

He wasn’t an athlete, but he knew how to sprint, he knew how to hide, and life with Pops made damn sure Eddie knew how to keep quiet. He was seventeen, and knew some states would try him as an adult for all the shit he’d helped Al do.

Eventually they sent a park ranger with a dog instead of a cop. A few days later, his Uncle Wayne greeted him with a massive hug in Hawkins, Indiana.

The next day, he was enrolled at Hawkins High, as a junior in limbo. Colorado did classes in trimesters, Indiana did them in quarters, and through some kind of Evil Machinations, he had eight registered classes, only two of which were needed to advance to senior year.

The other six?

Theater. Jazz Band. Study Hall. Study Hall. PE. Another Study Hall.

And.

Advanced PE.

He argued that he shouldn’t have to take non-required courses. They informed him about Indiana Laws on Truancy. He argued he’d rather take five Study Halls. They cited policy. He begged to take chemistry and biology instead. They refused.

Thus was the cruel hand of the Universe, demanding he participate in not just one stupid sports ball class — where, at least, there were other nerds to hide with— but a second, where student athletes were put so they had an easy A, and extra time to workout or stretch or whatever.

He skipped the first one and immediately learned about those truancy laws.

The next week, defeated and miserable, but still running late, he donned the grey tone garb, and stepped into Advanced PE.

Which was the exact moment he noticed the first flaw in his previous assumption.

A class full of sporty kids meant a class full of people who ranged from hot to gorgeous to ‘as long as she isn’t speaking’ all bent in amazing shapes as they stretched and warmed up. Including a guy with hair from a commercial and lips that would be borderline illegal in the Bible Belt.

Eddie was definitely going to die of lack of blood in his brain at some point in the next nine sessions of this class.

At least he remained the antithesis of sporty. The polar opposite of whatever Farrah Fawcett had going on. He could lurk and not participate, ogle until his poor bisexual heart broke, and still be good to go into Senior year.

Except. A few more things leading up to the one that really mattered.

The coach was a little annoyed that his star athletes were putting in the minimum effort.

The other kids were shooting him dirty looks.

The coach was pretty good at sussing out the best leverage on teens.

And.

Unlike Eddie, coach knew the natural effect of living at high elevations for six years.

—

And see, it cannot be overstated that Eddie was not a sports-guy. But he did need to run (away) sometimes. Hearing that they were running six laps, at your own pace, was excellent. Then the sweetener: once you were done, you could cool down and be done for the day.

He wasn’t going to sprint, but a quick jog followed by half an hour napping on the bleachers? Yes please.

Whistle blown, clock started, and off they went.

It really, truly, cannot be overstated how much Eddie was not trying to be a little shit or that he wasn’t trying to go fast.

To be fair to Farrah up at the front, none of them were going fast. Eddie didn’t have practice after class like they did, and he badly wanted that napping time.

By the end of the first lap, Eddie and Farrah had pulled away from the others a ways, by the end of the second, Eddie had pulled ahead. And he kept pulling ahead. And ahead. Rolled his eyes as he caught and then lapped the rest of the class. They had some choice words for him as he went by.

Put some extra distance so he wouldn’t have to hear it. Got far enough by lap four he had a good view of Farrah’s ass, and was mentally writing a description for pathetic, but attractive court buffoons to use once he found a dnd group.

The coach was annoyed though, and knew exactly where to push.

“Harrington if the new kid laps you, I’m benching you for the rest of the year and I’ll make Jason Captain in the fall!” Came blaring through a bullhorn.

Farrah Harrington full on stumbled at that, head whipped sideways to stare. Gape? Slow down running as what sounded like a peak-jock-threat was leveled at him.

And Eddie wasn’t trying to be a lot shit at the start of this, but he damn well was now.

Eddie found out later the science stuff, but in the moment he decided it was either magic, or because he was used to dodging things as he ran up poorly maintained hiking trails in the Rockies. Cause now that he was trying?

No damn clue why he wasn’t dry heaving as he collapsed on the track to die.

No clue why he was closing the distance as they went into the last straight of the fifth lap, despite Harrington visibly realizing the coach was serious.

The magic theory was dismissed when Eddie didn’t easily lap the guy. They were around the first turn when Eddie got close enough that Harrington could turn to see him. Farrah was red faced and a little wobbly. Sure, Eddie was sweaty as fuck — it was way too hot for April, there should still be snow! — but he could do it. A little more effort, just enough to close another five feet, and he’d do it. Just about half a lap left. More than enough time. Eddie could be an absolute dick and lap Harrington, then get damn close to catching the rest of the class a second time.

The mere concept of their agony almost had him going for it. Who was he if he didn’t take a moment to gloat though?

He pulled level, tilting his head with a smile the drama teacher called “impressively deranged” planning to stay there until the turn, then actually sprint for the first time without cops behind him.

But Harrington turned to him, out of breath, red faced, plush lipped, with great hair, an ass worthy of songwriting, and gave Eddie the most desperately adorable puppy eyes god or man had ever crafted.

Eddie didn’t freeze, but the guy was hot, and maybe, maybe, he didn’t want to make him sad.

So he wasn’t a dick.

But he was a little shit, and he kept pace the rest of the way round. With his body half turned and awkward. With his dimples going crazy. With every person in the class well aware that it was an act of mercy by the new kid.

He even dropped back at the last second with a wink, letting Farrah cross the line ahead of him.

—

That was how Eddie became both beloved and beloathed by every sports kid on his third day in school. That was how he became the threat the coach used to intimidate the others. That was how the first rumor about witchcraft started.

That was not the day Eddie found out what coach had known.

No, he learned that the next fall, after running from monsters with Steve Harrington to keep a group of nerdy kids safe, overworking himself, vomiting on Steve’s shoes, and then bemoaning his lost magic in front of Dustin Henderson.

Who explained in detail how oxygen acclimatization worked.

—

If you didn’t know: when you live at high elevations, you get used to having less oxygen, so when you are suddenly at lower elevation, your body goes Woah! Free Oxygen! And you can do what Eddie did. It’s not permanent. A month or two if you don’t try to keep it, and it tapers off, but that’s more than enough time for Eddie to be a complete menace to the jocks. I know I was.

And obviously Steve thought this event was sexy, but he’s still with Nancy, and the boy is loyal. Eddie hates himself for not working to keep up his lung capacity the first time he and Steve hook up.

[offender42085]

Post 1333

"....kinda real and yet kinda cheesy -- some of us laughed and cheered -- like something you would see in a made-for-TV movie." -- Fellow Inmate

Kevin Wayne Newland, Washington inmate 311751, born 1986, incarceration intake September 2007 at age 21, killed in an escape attempt June 2011

Murder, Possession of Stolen Property, Theft, Fogery

The attempted prison break in June 2011 occurred at the Clallam Bay Corrections Center, located in the remove northwest corner of Washington state on the Olympic Peninsula. Inside the facility’s garment shop, where about 70 inmates typically work making offender uniforms and coveralls. The prisoners were supervised by two unarmed corrections officers and a handful of civilian staff members, who are also trained in responding to prison emergencies.

While one of the two corrections officers was on a lunch break, two inmates – convicted murderer Kevin Newland and Dominick Maldonado put their plan into action.

Maldonado had been sentenced to a term of 163 years for attempted mass murder at a shopping center in 2005.

Maldonado grabbed the unarmed officer and held him hostage with a pair of scissors readily available in the garment shop, while Newland took keys from the guard, unlocked a forklift and rammed it through a rollup door.

Newland ignored verbal commands and a warning shot before an officer shot him, wherein shortly thereafter Maldonado released his hostage after seeing his partner killed.

Officials were quick to emphasize that it was standard procedure for there to be one officer on duty in the garment shop while the other took a lunch break. They also said the presence of the civilian staff, who train offenders in the garment industry, mitigated the officer’s absence.

As part of the investigation, an inmate who was working in the factory at the time described the events "as kinda real and yet kinda cheesy -- some of us laughed and cheered -- like something you would see in a made-for-TV movie."

When the attack occurred, the civilian employee in the vicinity tried to intervene physically, saw that he had little chance of success and quickly acted to alert prison officials. “If you would have had two corrections officers, it would have been a stronger response, but the civilian correctional industry workers responded very well,” an official said.

A union spokesman representing the state’s corrections officers and civilian Correctional Industries workers, said the civilian worker involved was repeatedly punched by Newland. Even after he broke free, Newland chased him down and beat him again before he was able to summon help.

Typically, corrections officers assigned to areas where prisoners live and work are unarmed, due to concerns that inmates might be able to take the weapons. Other officers, such as those assigned to special response teams, do carry guns.

Shortly after being convicted in 2007, Newland was linked to an attempted escape from the Spokane County Jail. In the common area of the jail, Guards found braided sheets fashioned into a rope, a shirt made into a slipknot and a sharpened wooden object. 

Before his incarceration, Newland had a career and love of breaking horses.

Newland was serving a sentence of 45 years.

Citing "ongoing safety/security concerns", the Washington State Department of Corrections transferred Maldonado (Federal Inmate 02071-122) to ADX Florence in Colorado in May 2016.

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[news4dzhozhar]

when get we see new pictures of Jahar?

Highly unlikely to ever. Unless he has to make a court appearance it's not likely there will ever be a public sighting of him again. His visitors are limited and cannot take pics or videos. No media has access either so unless a prison guard sneaks a shot and it gets out (which I'm sure would come with legal consequences) it's safe to say it won't happen. Most probably wouldn't recognize him now anyway.

[hungwy]

the adx florence of microblogging websites

[mus1g4]

What are your thoughts on those cells which have sliding, locking bars behind a solid door?

Well, I think that it is absolutely glorious! That system is deployed in the U.S. exclusively in supermax in the Federal Prison System or Bureau of Prisons. If you are locked behind that cell door, you are a serious badass.

ADX Florence Colorado uses that cell door system to confine the likes of terrorists and bombers and other behavioral problem inmates in the Federal Prison System.

It's a highly effective method of controlling the inmate and sending the message that the inmate is 100% powerless.

Question About Supermax Cells

[misforgotten2]

"Do you remember you when saved from that awful boor Fred Thomson? What ever became of him?"

"Oh he's in Colorado serving eight consecutive life sentences in ADX Florence supermax."

"Oh dear, why?"

"Because of a little thing called perjury heh heh."

Life - June 11th 1945

[norma-jean-monster]

learning a lot about ADX florence for the love of jimmy mcgill

[randomravager]

adx florence

[unp065]

Hello! Suppose that answering affirmatively to this question, in no more than 5 minutes someone would show up in your whereabouts, handcuff and hood you, and take you to a maximum security federal prison, where you would assume the identity of an escapee convicted to life without parole. Due to your "escape history", you will be kept **forever** under administrative segregation, which means: solitary cell, no visits, no phone calls, no letters, no books, no radio, no TV, only 5 hours per week outside cell in full restraint, no food on weekends. So: what would be your answer?

Yes, as my dream would become true: life without parole in solitary lockup. Likely, I would be locked up in ADX Florence then.