(Many letters from “C” bay, San Carlos) “These are the tyrants of C bay: Correctional Officers, PEARCH, SOTO, and LUCID. These pint-sized terrorists make our life miserable.
The DOC puts these women guards on C bay because it’s closest to the gate, and a female must do the pat-downs. Each one of these guards seems intent on writing a bunch of tickets for normal bodily functions.
CO Pearch comes in mad, stays mad, and leaves even madder. The chip on her shoulder is the size of Texas. The women in C bay dread Sundays because that’s the day she comes in. At exactly 7:30am, she whips out her clipboard and leaves tickets on beds for the slightest infraction. At 15 minutes to count (10:45am) she swoops into bathrooms to write tickets for ” not being in your bed for count”. Most ladies want to relieve themselves just prior to count, so they can hold it for a whole hour. And then Pearch will not announce when count is clear, she waits, seeing if anyone dares get up to use the restroom.
CO Lucid is of the opinion that we’re all still in Kindergarten, and we have to raise our hands to go to the bathroom. You can tell she gets a rush from calling each one individually, and watch the rest squirm. “One at a time”, she says with glee.
CO Soto is a weird combo of the above….but always punitive. A Sgt. started a rumor that San Pedro would be opening in a few months. There will be a landside of requests to get off this unit. They won’t have to ask me twice.”