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  • Formal Criminal Complaint & Request for Investigation — Williamson County Jail (Systemic Medical Abuse, Torture, and Record Falsification)

    Dear Travis County District Attorney’s Office, My name is LeRoy Nellis, and I am submitting a formal criminal complaint and request for prosecutorial review regarding a pattern of unlawful conduct, including medical neglect, unlicensed medical practice, administrative torture, HIPAA violations, ADA violations, and evidence falsification that occurred at the Williamson County Jail during the period of January 1, 2024 through July…

  • Williamson County TX-  Corruption Formula – work in progress

    ( PAY ATTENTION TO THE AI CAPABILITIES ) Pre-Plan ArrestConfidential Informants– Chloe G.NCIC / TCIC Meta Data – Dissect ProfileFirst / Second ArrestProfile breakdown First Arrest –Some bulls hit charge Public humiliation first ( Busted Newspaper.com and Mugshots.zone INTAKE Medical Eval and if diabetic forced on InsulinBond Out – High Cash Bond Rearrest – approx…

  • Systemic Medical Abuse in Williamson County Jail: 

     How Part-Time Medicine and Unlicensed Practice Destroyed My Health By LeRoy Nellis (Published on LeRoyNellis.blog and http://www.academia.edu) SECTION I — INTRODUCTION I write these pages not as a lawyer, not as a journalist, but as a man who survived the medical system inside the Williamson County Jail—if “system” is even the right word. For 326…

  • Introduction: The Rise of AI Surveillance Behind Bars

    ======================================================= EXHIBIT A —INTRODUCTION: THE RISE OF AI SURVEILLANCE BEHIND BARS Compiled for Investigative / Legal Use — © LeRoy Nellis ======================================================= Section I — Introduction: The Rise of AI Surveillance Behind Bars By LeRoy Nellis A. The New Frontier of Carceral Surveillance In recent years, the United States correctional landscape has undergone a quiet…

  • CHAPTER 3 — SOUTH SIDE

    The first time they slammed me into Southside, I thought it was just another move in the shuffle. B5. Four letters and a number. Didn’t mean shit at the time. But the moment that steel door locked behind me, I knew I’d stepped into a new level of their fucked-up game. R-Pod was a carnival…