Female Student Mistreated in Utah and Jamaica
By L.W.
(This is an Auto-Biography written by this young girl that spent almost 3 Years in a “Specialty Program” that her parents placed her in.)
Student Names in L.W.’s story have been changed since they are minors. L.W. welcomes anyone to write her personally.
1) I spent 14 months at Cross Creek Manor (WWASP) in Utah, and an additional 18 months in Tranquility Bay, in Jamaica. I was at Cross Creek when there was a violent incident between two girls… a girl, level 5, 15, named April, stabbed another girl, Karen, a level 6, 16… with a 6 – inch steak knife. Karen suffered a punctured lung and was hospitalized. There was widespread fear throughout the facility that copycats would follow. Also during my stay there, self-mutilation was a very popular trend. Every day there were girls in Isolation for cutting themselves or attempting suicide. During my entire 14 months there, this trend was ignored and treated as if it were nothing. Once I was in class and a girl began crying, and broke her pen and started to dig the broken plastic into her arm. Another girl reported this to the teacher to which she replied, “Get on task”. No measures were taken to ensure the girls safety and nothing was done until she dripped blood on the floor and smeared it on the desk. She was taken to isolation, but only after she cleaned up her mess upon the insistence of the staff. The Nurse told the girl that since she had done this to herself she would be denied medical attention. No bandages, and there nothing was used to clean the gauges in her skin.
2) I came to Tranquility Bay on July 17th 2000. Before that I had been at Cross Creek Manor in Utah for 14 months. When I saw the blatant disrespect the staff showed the students and me, I was shocked. It literally took me several days to understand it. They lacked entirely a sense of compassion and shouted orders at the students and I. I observed that a failure to comply was treated with brutal restraint. After a weeks stay there I was sent to staff watch and restrained several times for such things as not asking permission to talk, taking too long in the restroom, and making religious statements contrary to the staff’s personal beliefs. One of the staff, upon my questioning, admitted that she loved to restrain students. Also a staff told me that she beat her children when the misbehaved, and that physically hurting a child was the “best way to teach them”.
3) In August of 2000, I was in staff watch with several other students, and we were having breakfast in the study hall room. I remember having a conversation about what we would do if we were “free”… at this point a male staff walked in. he got behind me, grabbed both of my wrists and slammed me into the floor. Then he sat on top of me and ground his knee into my back. When he got off of me, he got up and said that we were not to talk. I remember showing an indifferent nurse the bruises the following day. She told me “Don’t come to me with any restraint injuries, if you were restrained, you deserve it.”
4) I was at Tranquility Bay on August 10th 2001 when Valerie Heron committed suicide by jumping off of the third story of the female facility building. She had recently arrived at the program. At exactly 6:00pm, I heard a series of horrifying sounds. First, a sound that sounded like a crack of thunder, a crunch, and an earthquake. Then the screams came. I rushed out onto the second story balcony with Carol and Cindy. There in the courtyard lay Valerie in a pool of blood. Immediately after the incident our staff informed us that if any of the girls discussed this we would be sent straight to staff watch. This order was made by supervisors and carried out by the family staff. This particular incident was only one of many in which supervisors made rules before asking Mr. Kay. About a month after the incident, I was working in transitions with Karen and Sherry, cleaning out the supply closet (this closet held hygiene supplies for students as well as uniforms for new students) and I found 4 of Valerie’s uniforms, folded neatly, ready for a new girl to adopt. Only 1 was missing, the one she died in. It shocked me and reminded me of books I have read about concentration camps, where the dead peoples uniforms are reused and passed on. We talked to the staff in charge of supplies, and he said there was nothing wrong with the uniforms, they had only been used once, and that we needed to “chill now man”.
5) A few girls in my family had severe yeast infections from the climate and lack of air conditioning and malnourishment. She told my case manager several times in-group that she needed to see a doctor, and the response was “Please, keep your nasty girl problems to yourself.” In turn, nothing was done. The rules by which students at Tranquility Bay are to abide by are for the most part unnecessary and irrelevant to their recovery and or growth. Literally, the program at Tranquility bay has nothing to do with recovery, only compliance and total structure. When I arrived at TB, I had Alcoholics Anonymous Step-work from my previous program, and I was told to keep it in storage because I wouldn’t need it nor would I ever have time to use it. This was step-work my therapist recommended that and that my parents bought and sent to me upon his request. During my entire stay at TB, I did not write one word in the step-work handbooks. This is something that surprised me and still does. WWASP is a sick organization whose LAST concern is the children it claims to help and love. It sucks parent’s bank accounts dry with no regard to the families it may be affecting. As it draws you in with lies of your child’s salvation, it financially rapes you.
Written by L.W., CA.
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I was there in 99-2000 in honor family and was lined up in the courtyard when that girl died. I saw her in the arms of the nurse n just knowing she wasnt going to make it but pray that shed get bacc up just to be like fucc op this place aint shit n i swear the whole guy side would of stormed those gates. But she didnt n no one gave a fucc. They blamed on us. I was sent to op for getting the marines to push the gaurds out of the embassy n we told them how they were torturing us n even got to talk to my parents… But were we labled as high risk the worst of the worst out of the entire world and money talks and so the crazi kids got lead bacc under threat of violence and we all knew we were totally fuccd when we got bacc n i rember getting slammed on the concrete n kiccd repeatedly cuz i didnt know how to lay face down on the floor right… Im pretty sure getting supplies a couple days before in cantiene i was the last me student to see that girl alive ill never forget the way she looked at me till the day i die i smiled at her and there was just tears and anger as she was probally going thru that wonderful i tial meet and greet and talking process… .. I once read that hell has no fury like a woman scorned n for everyone who works there i hope u dont believe in ghosts cuz yall shit for not helping here ur not shit for what u did to us n u still aint closed my mouth bitch hahaha fucc tranquilty bay sus sketil boty boi dont wan romp wit i pussy … On a brighter note what comes around goes around n i have deicated my life to helping people like us if u went to tb hit my face book up what doesnt kill u makes u stronger its not our parents faults its the programs fault it doesnt work it only makes u worse. But keep ur head n never lose faith because as long as u breath things can get better – ws playboi gang if u wanna know who said we love the shower posse in miami fucc tb my yut haha pussy
I was also there when Valorie died! It was devastating and no help for us who seen it.. infections ran rapid.. staff was terrible and wld just yell at us when u couldn’t even understand the broken up English. I remember after her death they started to put the bars on all windows so no one would jump. I didn’t even get to call home once because I never worked the program. That place was hell on earth.