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ADC(R)R COMMISSARY “UPDATES”: HOW MANY BASIC HUMAN NEEDS CAN YOU TAKE AWAY AT ONCE?

 

Let me make sure I’ve got this right, Arizona Department of Corrections.

First, you:

  • Take away in-person visits

  • Then video visits

  • Then announce you’ll be cutting phone calls

  • Then move all mail to digital-only, knowing damn well tablets are broken, backlogged, or nonexistent

And now — surprise! — you’ve decided to:

  • Cut food portions

  • Restrict commissary purchases

  • Limit access to basic hygiene, nutrition, and supplemental food

All in the name of “managing excessive inventory.”

Excessive inventory.

That’s a wild way to say “we’re cutting off the last scraps of dignity inmates can control for themselves.”

LET’S CALL THIS WHAT IT IS

This isn’t about inventory. This isn’t about safety. This isn’t about rehabilitation.

This is about control through deprivation.

When you strip communication, food access, hygiene options, and human connection all at once, you aren’t “adjusting policy.”

You’re tightening the chokehold.

BUT DON’T WORRY — THEY “ACKNOWLEDGE CONCERNS”

Oh, thank God.
They acknowledge the concerns.

They always do.

They “acknowledge concerns” while:

  • Meals get smaller

  • Commissary lists get shorter

  • Prices quietly climb

  • Tablets don’t work

  • Repairs take months

  • And families get told to shut up and stay out of it

But somehow — somehow — the drugs never seem to be “limited.”

Funny how that works.

I can guarantee you aren’t cutting back on the amount of contraband your own staff brings in to keep inmates doped up, compliant, and desperate. That supply chain seems to be running just fine.

REHABILITATION OR SLOW ERASURE?

Let’s talk logic for a second — since AZDOC loves policy language but hates math.

You cannot:

  • Reduce food

  • Restrict commissary

  • Cut communication

  • Eliminate physical mail

  • And deny visits

…then turn around and say this system is about rehabilitation.

That’s not rehabilitation.
That’s isolation + deprivation, which we already know increases:

  • Violence

  • Mental health crises

  • Despair

  • Dependency on underground economies (aka drugs)

But sure — tell us again how this is for their own good.

A QUICK NOTE ON NAMES, SINCE DETAILS MATTER (OR SHOULD)

AZDOC loves reminding inmates:

“Make sure you spell my name right.”

Cool. Love that energy.

Maybe apply it consistently — because you can’t even spell my husband’s GOVERNMENT NAME correctly, despite him being in your custody as literal state property.

It’s E-P-P-E-R-S-O-N.

Not a nickname.
Not a preference.
His legal name.

If you’re going to blacklist me, retaliate, and systematically remove every form of communication between a husband and wife — at least get my damn name right.

FINAL QUESTION (SINCE WE’RE CLEARLY NOT DONE)

So let me ask:

Anything else you want to take away, AZDOC? Sleep? Showers? Air?

Because at this point, the pattern is clear:
Every time inmates or families adapt, you move the goalpost and take something else.

And you keep calling it “policy.”

We call it what it is.

#DoBetter
#AZDOC
#ArizonaDepartmentOfCorrections
#DOCSucks

If you’re going to keep acting untouchable, don’t be surprised when people start documenting every damn fingerprint you leave behind.

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