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I saw with my own eyes why Jeffrey Epstein committed suicide while at the Metropolitan Correctional Center

Thanks for some intrepid reporting of New York Times, sued the Prison Office for the release of documents relating to Jeffrey Epstein, I woke up Tuesday to find that my real-time observations of him have now become public record, “fit news to print.”

I am actually quoted as two different people in their story, as the prisoner’s companion who watched over Epstein before and after his first suicide attempt and kitchen staff have access to inside information about night of Epstein’s death thanks to my friendship with another prisoner who occupied the cell next to him.

Although I can’t remember everything I wrote in 2019 and lost all access to my own words after my own quote at Metropolitan Correctional Center ended a few months after he committed suicide there, I recognized myself in the style and especially in describing housing prisoners specifically as “animals”.

Usually, prisoners who claim to be suicidal and are transferred to a special prison unit according to those claims, come from SHU (which holds the worst of the worst) and admitted to me upon arrival that they had told the prison psychologists that they had been thinking about ending it all just to get out of the extremely noisy environment that largely defines SHU. That, or to calculate drug points from their dealers, who volunteered on suicide sentinel duty so they could reach their customers. So it goes behind bars.

The decibel levels in the general population have been staggering at times – even in the dead of night. But from all reports, the situation is exponentially worse at SHU. In a memo sent to the “psych” prison, I noted that my assumption that the noise levels in the SHU were the cause of Jeffrey’s suicide had been refuted by my fellow inmate who had occupied the room. detained next to Jeffrey and reported that SHU had been exceptionally quiet that night. I completely forgot about that.

Not only did I and every other inmate who watched Jeffrey report every 15 minutes about his activities, but I used the prison’s computer and the antiquated email system out of habit, sending more or less logs. remembering to be aware of prison psyches they must have read – as I am their inmate co-ordinator and an integral part of that program, which I see as working less effective than the rest of the closed prison – and unafraid to voice his opinion.

See my voice in Times the story brought me back the strangest year of my life, a special about Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous, where I had to endure the flatulence and snoring of my fellow inmate Paul Manafort’s lumberjack before I ended up spending many hours alone with Jeffrey Epstein as his cellmate. his.

And read the report – which showed irresistible flaws right from the application stating that Epstein was Black and that he had no prior sex convictions until prison officials called unattended phone call he made to his girlfriend (after he said he was calling his long-dead mother) hours before he committed suicide—recalling memories of an organization How shabby MCC really is.

When Epstein and I talk, it’s usually about business (his experience with the arbitrage business and mine with the escort business) and making money, or his famous friends. — none of them, Times reported, once appeared to visit him there. He reasonably complains about the food, and asks for advice on how to deal with life in prison, which he clearly isn’t equipped for.

It was only on the last day I followed Jeffrey that I learned that he was suffering from depression. I arrived on my shift and found him sitting on the dirty suicide cell floor eating his dinner.

When I asked him why he chose to use the floor of his cell as his dinner table, he casually waved at me and replied, “This is easier.” At that moment, I suddenly realized that he had given up hope. Yes, there have been times when I have observed Jeffrey mentally lethargic, seemingly pondering his fate. But that night, as he ate while sitting on the floor stood out in my mind.

The next day, he was transferred back to SHU. A week later, the unit officer came to my cell, and instead of leaving me and my bunny out for breakfast, told us, “You’re locked in there. Epstein killed himself and the house prison was overrun by the FBI.” No guests, including lawyers, were allowed in for weeks afterward.

To this day, it is theorized that Jeffrey was somehow murdered. But as I pointed out in my memo to the chief, I know he took his own life. If nothing else, the MCC is a very safe prison. The idea that someone could get in, kill Epstein, and then get out is absurd. And if there is a plot to kill the man, it will involve so many people that at least a few will be questioned.

Jeffrey realizes that he has nothing to expect to save spending his golden years locked away with social benefits. His life is over – and he knows it. And he responded in a way that he felt was reasonable. He committed suicide.

https://www.thedailybeast.com/i-saw-firsthand-why-jeffrey-epstein-killed-himself-as-the-metropolitan-correctional-center?source=articles&via=rss I saw with my own eyes why Jeffrey Epstein committed suicide while at the Metropolitan Correctional Center

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