Dehydrated. Starved. Left to die on a feces-covered floor. And nobody noticed? I don’t believe that. • He would have begged for water. Dry, cracked lips. A swollen tongue. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He would have stopped using the toilet, or his urine would have turned dark brown. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He would have lost a lot of weight. Sunken cheeks. Sunken eyes. Ribs showing. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • His muscles would have cramped and spasmed as his electrolytes crashed. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He would have grown dizzy and unsteady, falling or unable to stand. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • His heart would have raced and his pulse would have weakened. Any medical check would have caught it. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He would have become confused, slurring words, not answering when spoken to. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • His kidneys would have begun to fail. Nausea. Vomiting. Swelling. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He might have had seizures as the sodium in his blood climbed. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • He would have stopped getting up at all. Lying still for days. Barely breathing. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • Then he would have slipped into a coma. Someone would have noticed. It was their job to notice. • Then he died. Alone. In a cell. In the care of people paid to watch him. This didn't happen in a day. It took a long time. Shift after shift. Head count after head count. A man found mentally incompetent. Waiting on a mental health bed. Locked in a cell with no way to save himself. Writing letters, begging for help. “No help for a white man,” he said. 6 employees fired. No one charged.