I’m not ready to die. I believe God has a calling on my life that has yet to be fulfilled. I know that my life and my living legacy is to shine the brightest light on the darkest place, where evil has been permitted and promoted to walk and rule in plain sight without ramifications.
The Department of Corrections is virtually the devil’s underbelly, not solely because of the so-called inmates, but due to the sheer amount of heinous, unjust, unprovoked and unwarranted abuse that inmates are subjected to daily at the hands of those who have been given the authority to stomp out our voices and snuff out our most basic human rights, all under the false pretense that we do not matter.
Well, I still believe that I matter. I believe that my family matters. And the same thing goes for every human-being behind these walls.
After calling attention to the gross injustice and ongoing retaliatory abuse that I have endured throughout my experience within the Illinois Department of Corrections, after being transferred away from one of the facilities that is the subject of numerous grievances and legal suits because of said abuse, I have since been returned to this facility against my wishes and that of my family.
Why would they knowingly place me in harms way? Why would they return me to a place that has already proven that my civil rights are not a given? Why would they place me under the authority of those for whom I’ve already sounded the alarm on their continued mistreatment which is supposedly within my legal rights to do so?
I have reason to believe that I have been sent back here in retaliation for the lawsuits I have filed and therefore this is the system’s way to make me pay – perhaps with my life.
I’m not ready to die. I need help. I need more voices to speak on my behalf and sound the alarm on what’s happening here. I need an attorney who cares. I need someone to come alongside my family as they continue to battle on my behalf.
This matter is bigger than me.
There are so many men and women with similar stories. It would sicken you if you knew what happens behind these walls. But as a society, we cannot afford to become numb or complacent in our thoughts, simply because those who have been entrusted to serve, "protect" and correct, have historically floated far above the laws and have yet to be punished for their actions. We cannot afford to drown in our own thoughts of despair and hopelessness, fearing that justice will never ever prevail.
We must continue to remain engaged and vigilant, actively pushing the narrative as a collective.
This could be your brother begging for help. This could be your son asking to be rescued.
Help me. Please.
A chronicle of Maeceo Dickey's journey to freedom. *TRIGGER WARNING* the content within these entries addresses sensitive subject matters, including systemic abuse and gross brutality.