SEX, DRUGS … AND INMATES
This website believes recreational drug use should be legal. The war on drugs is a costly, colossal failure – one that’s increasingly invading our lives, liberties and wallets. Having said that, we believe individuals sent to prison automatically forfeit their right to use drugs (we just don’t think they should be sent their for using drugs).
Anyway, out of Berkeley County, S.C. is a story that will leave you scratching your head even more than that opening paragraph …
According to reporter Andrew Knapp of The (Charleston, S.C.) Post and Courier, the head nurse at the Hill-Finklea Detention Center has been busted for attempting to bribe a male inmate with sexual favors after he busted her smuggling contraband into the facility.
Oh, and when the inmate declined to take the bribe … things got a bit dicey for his, um, “member.”
After allegedly catching the nurse – 43-year-old Jennifer Scott of Ladson, S.C. – doling out drugs and cigarettes to other inmates, the male inmate claims he was the recipient of an indecent proposal.
“Is there anything I can do to make you forget about what happened the other night?” Scott allegedly asked him as she slipped her hand inside his jail uniform and began fondling his genitals.
Whoa!
The inmate says he refused the quid pro quo, at which point he claims Scott became angry at him and “used her hand to inflict pain in his genital area.”
Ouch!
The incident allegedly occurred in 2013, but Scott wasn’t arrested until last month.
What gives?
Good question. Frankly, we view the premise that a male inmate turned down a hand job from a female nurse as highly suspicious … but then again that’s just us. Obviously sex scandals at South Carolina prisons are nothing new, but this one has the potential to become all sorts of interesting.
We’ll keep our readers posted …
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An accurate picture might explain some of the details of this story.
http://www.berkeleyobserver.com/2015/09/29/ex-nurse-at-berkeley-co-jail-charged-with-assault-and-battery/
Oh, thanks — I took the bait and looked!
Thanks, but no thanks, gurrr
Oh crap! I just found the pic. Now I understand.
$10 says she has man hands too. That’s an erection killer as far as hand jobs go.
Anybody remember the Seinfeld episode..??
Wait, how do man hands kill it again?
Woof! Let me guess, Carrot Top’s sister?
Breath in, breath out. Cough!!!! yes ma’am!!!!
She looks like she’d have a raspy voice and a NY accent.
While escaped, a convict broke into a house and tied up a young couple who had been sleeping in the bedroom. As soon as he had a chance, the husband turned to his voluptuous young wife, bound up on the bed in a skimpy nightgown, and whispered, “Honey, this guy hasn’t seen a woman in years. Just cooperate with anything he wants. If he wants to have sex with you, just go along with it and pretend you like it. Our lives depend on it.”
“Dear,” the wife hissed, spitting out her gag, “I’m so relieved you feel that way, because he just told me he thinks you are really cute!”
Hi Shifty! One of the things they used to tell us in orientation was to be firm but fair with the inmates, which was good advice. They used to add that if we were fair, if a riot broke out, inmates might hide us or otherwise help us in a very dangerous situation. While a nice thought, I made up my mind early on that I wasn’t counting on any inmate to save my bacon, but if one ever did, I’d keep him generously supplied with cigarettes and sodas so long as we were both in that facility. Back then, they could have cigarettes and smoke, unlike today.
You weren’t supposed to talk with inmates about things that were discussed in training, but we had no shortage of dumbasses pass through the doors as employees. The inmates knew what we were taught and told as good or better than we did.
One of the few likeable inmates in there was an Outlaw biker who looked like pure trouble by outward appearance but was really an easy going sort. He would pass my litmus test as to whether or not he should ever be released as I would have not have been concerned or worried if one day I saw a moving can next door or across the street and it was him and his family.
Anyway, one night after count, several officers including myself were standing around talking and waiting on the end of the shift. The biker guy was out of his ward as he had been allowed to tend to some business with another inmate in a nearby ward. He walked up and joined our conversation.
One of the newer guys, about two weeks newer than me was in the group and the biker addressed him directly. “You know E***, I like you. The other night, my stomach was killing me and I told you. You took my name and number and went to the infirmary. They fixed something up in one of those little plastic cups and you brought it back to me. I drank it and in a few minutes I felt much better. A lot of these motherfuckers in here don’t care if we live or die, but you went the extra mile for me and I appreciate it. You’re a young white guy and a lot of these motherfuckers on the inside would just love to tear your ass up. I just want you to know, if there’s ever a riot in here, you come and find me.”
At this point the new officrr was beaming at the compliment the biker dude was paying him for the good work he had done, then the biker added, “…, I’ll make sure they use vasiline on you.”
We all laughed until there were tears in our eyes at how masterfully the biker had built him up and then snatched the rug out from under him.
terrific story..!!
bonus time!
Thirty years ago this guy murdered his wife and children. He then stabbed to death her parents, his parents and all their friends. It was an episode in his life that
he regrets terribly, now. He gets
released tomorrow and there’s no-one to pick him up.
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For a good time, hire a hooker, For a lot of
time, hire my attorney.
–Anonymous Prison Cell Graffiti
LMAO!!!!
Two True Stories:
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1) A neighbor of mine was on medical leave from the state pen. He was a counselor who stepped into the hallway from his office at the EXACT SAME TIME one prisoner was bringing his arm down to stab another prisoner in the neck — my friend got it!
2) A sweetheart of mine had an ex-husband who was out-of-work for over a year until he was hired as a guard at the facility on Broad River Road. He didn’t finish his first shift. On break he went to his car and smoked a joint — and fell asleep!
Oh crap! I believe all three. In my facility, we had this little (probably about 5’2″ tall) Mulatto guy who was a body builder, said to be doing time for homosexual rape. It was said that he would have jumped over twenty of the most beautiful women of either race to get to his passion, young white guys. I guess it was how I carried myself, or maybe because I was so crusty, but thankfully I never had any trouble out of him. It got to be hilarious to watch him when we had newbys working who were young white guys. The first time I became aware of what was going on, one of the other “veterans” (a month working and you were a veteran due to high turnover rates) and myself noticed the guy had been talking to these two young, white, newbys for quite a while. We were busy and hadn’t noticed the absence of the two new guys for a while. I’ll call them “Smith and Jones”. After a while, the Supervisor came down the tunnel and told us that we’d be working with two fewer for the rest of the shift as Smith and Jones had just quit. WTF!?!? They hadn’t even worked a full shift in the tunnel and already they had quit? That was when we started to notice a pattern of the little body builder approaching the newbys and sudden resignations.
He actually was doing us a favor in weeding out the weak officers. A tunnel full of these guys was nothing more than a false sense of security if they run out when the SHTF.
It was comical to see some (thankfully not all) of the newbys walking down that tunnel on their first day of really being on the job, eyes wide with a look of terror on their faces. If we could see it, you knew damn good and well the inmates did, too.
CiC —you have the material for a book!
OK, and here’s one of my top favorites ——————–
Two men, sentenced to die in the electric chair on the same day were led down to the room in which they would meet their maker. The priest had given the last rites, the formal speech had been given by the warden, and a final prayer had been said among the participants. The Warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, “Son, do you have a last request?” To which the man replied, “Yes sir, I do. I love dance
music. Could you please play The Macarena for me one last time?”
“Certainly,” replied the warden. He turned to the other man and
asked, “Well, what about you, son? What is your final request?” “Please,” said the condemned man, “kill me first.”
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Have you been around long enough to have had dealings with Pee Wee Gaskins?
Years ago, I went on a tour of the facility where he was housed, after the facility was closed to inmate housing. I think they eventually razed the old building. The cells were small, the thick walls were imposing, and the starkness was depressing. Till this day I can still recollect the inside of that building.
Got a peek inside the ‘electric chair’ room, it appeared to be a rather crude apparatus.
I knew PeeWee. Despite his reputation and all, he was one of the nicest inmates to deal with in that place. He was very respectful in his demeanor, something you rarely saw in there. I wouldn’t have turned my back on him because he was a very dangerous little man, but he was a pleasure to work with on the few occasions I was in his living area, in contrastvwith most inmates.
The chair was a crude looking device. I got to see it more than once up close. I was on CPF (Capital Punishment Facility) detail for my shift for the 72 hours leading up to the execution of one of a pair of inmates who had committed a series of heinous murders and rapes. Ironically, I was working somewhere that had me loosely connected to one of the cases and the search for missing victims, when they disappeared. I had friends who were murdered when I was a teenager, but after hearing what was done to the last two victims by the pair and accomplices, I said if ANY body ever deserved the death penalty, they did. I was glad to have played a part, albeit a small one, in the execution of one of them.
Corruption in Columbia, the late Jack Martin (who died recently) was my second cousin. He figured heavily in the events that eventually sent Pee Wee to the chair. In these parts, he’s considered to be a folk hero for doing that. I knew the tragically murdered Moons (GREAT people!), Tony Cimo, and got to know the late Solicitor, Jim Dunn, late in his life. I cannot disagree that Jack did the right thing.
Hi Buz! The stuff that got PeeWee the death penalty happened a few years before my time, there. I don’t know the particulars of his trial on that murder, just that he apparently did a community service in getting rid of Tyner. The murder of innocents, he should have fried for years earlier. Getting rid of Tyner, perhaps an award was in order. I know, they cannot do that in the real world. Just sayin’…
In general, I am not in favor of vigilante justice. Having known the Moons and the gruesome details of the double homicide, though, I have to agree where Tyner is concerned. And that is the general consensus in these parts.
There’s an old saying that pertains here — “Some people just need killin'”
So very true!!!!!
From Justia.com:
State v. Gaskins
http://law.justia.com/cases/south-carolina/supreme-court/1985/22217-1.html
There’s a lot in there about cousin Jack’s role in the scheme to do away with Rudolph Tyner.
Yes, everyone in this part of the country thought Pee Wee was a nice guy, That is the reason he went so long without being suspected a murderer. There are probably yet unfound dead bodies in forsaken places that could be attributed to his cunning and skill as a murderer.
True!!!! As I said, I would have never turned my back to him.
I’m glad she was caught but don’t understand the inmate turning down her offer for the rarest of treats to be found in a prison setting.
Sadly, as Will correctly noted, this is nothing new. When I worked in the big house, we had at least one nurse who was married with kids at home, banging one or more of the white supremacist scrotes in CB 3. She was eventually fired. Almost immediately after being fired, she would show up on visiting day every time to see her “feller”. The trashy bitch was attractive to look at and if she really was that unhappy at home, could have easily found male companionship at a bar or elsewhere on the street. She eventually divorced her husband and married the inmate. I always felt sorry for her husband and kids.
One night in CB 2, a search of an inmate’s cell turned up naked pics of a woman the officers conducting the search recognized as being a female officer from the next incoming shift. The Assistant Supervisor gave orders that this inmate not be allowed any phone access whatsoever for the rest of the night. Some dumbass officer thought it somehow wise to ignore those orders and let the inmate make a call. The supervisors were waiting on her to come in to work as she was scheduled to be on duty that night. The plan was to confront her with the pics and fire her on the spot. After the inmate made his call, she called in sick. She was eventually fired, though.
the inmate might have had a significant other on the inside
True that, Stumpknocker! I had forgotten about an incident that happened on day shift, shortly after I started working there.
Reportedly, an officer was joking and talking with one of the inmates in his building. Unbeknownst to the officer, the inmate had a lover in the building who was watching them talk and for whatever reason, felt that the officer was somehow “competition” or other threat to his relationship. The observing lover got a pair of scissors and attacked the officer, stabbing and cutting him several times before other officers could intervene. The officer eventually recovered but was physically scarred as a result.
Being of stable temperment was not necessarily a common trait among the inmates.
She’s a modern-day Florence Nightingale, AKA,’The Tramp with the Lamp’
“Is there anything I can do to make you forget about what happened the other night?” Scott allegedly asked him as she slipped her hand inside his jail uniform and began fondling his genitals.”
My wife does that shit to me all the time & she always gets what she wants. I feel like a prisoner sometimes.
“Frankly, we view the premise that a male inmate turned down a hand job from a female nurse as highly suspicious … but then again that’s just us”
Hell no it’s not just “you”, it’s anyone with a brain.
… until you see her pic in the article Bible Thumper linked.
Nurse Ratched has my attention — I’ll have to watch the movie again …… I could handle her (well, now that I am more experienced)
I would suggest that ones hetero-sexual “cull factor” is inversely proportional to ones time in the joint.
Ergo , I am leaning toward calling BS on this story.
What are the odds that that’s not her in the picture?
They don’t call her the “Head Nurse” for nothing!
The one with the dirty knees…
Ain’t NEVER seen a prison nursed like the one here. Not even close.