In the first 48 hours I was chained, put in a dark paddy wagon, thrown into a filthy cell on B yard, accosted by three closed custody inmates armed with spray bottles of disinfectant, had a blanket stolen, asked for help from guards who just watched, gassed by smoke from the vent, went to C yard where I was, hit, spat at, cussed at, chair thrown at me, had cigarette smoke blown in my face and was so terrified I threw up. What did a 70-year-old lady with no tickets do to deserve that?