As I walk the runs of state prison society, I start to realize that most of these prisoners were not taught basic morals. They were not taught to say excuse me; yes sir; no sir; thank you. These things are foreign to them. They don’t know honor and integrity. They were not taught to look back at themselves and strive to become better, whatever their background.
I was in the cage at medical around 7 am the other morning. There’s a hallway that passes right by the cage in medical that leads to the education classes. You get to see how some of these prisoners look on their way to better educate themselves in preparation to return to free society. You see nasty, dirty clothes. Stains and tears…you see wrinkled shirts and torn pockets. Shower shoes instead of tennis shoes or state-issue boots. Dirty faces that stare back from a person that does not care to be there in that moment. These people are high on whatever they can find to spray on paper and smoke. They look like the zombies you se on these movies. They smell. They’re extremely loud and obnoxious.
Here in Texas prisons, we live either in the buildings on “A” side or in the dorms…Otherwise you’re on “B” side which is disciplinary and overcrowding or you’re in seg in 12 building.
The dorms is where I’ve lived the last 6 years or so. When we get called to the chow hall, we usually are called to one of the buildings. These prisoners falling out of the buildings are the very ones I just described at the cage in medical. They’re very much like cockroaches. They’re crawling all over everything. Grabbing at every scrap of food they are given, or they can steal. There was one that was so high he was throwing up right in the middle of the chow hall. Nobody noticed. People looked and turned away like it never happened. The smell was like a biohazard. I had no intention to eat in that chow hall/ everyday you know on the way to chow you will most likely encounter some kind of chaotic event while at the chow hall or on the way to chow.
The officer at the desk, which is on the way to the chow, was screaming at the prisoners like she always does. A prisoner runs at her and smacks her upside the head with his tablet, screaming that she is always messing over the prisoners. Officers ran him down, sprayed him and hauled him off to beat him up in private. Probably in the back of 12 building. The officer that was assaulted was back at the desk the next day with big sunglasses with bruises protruding out of both sides.
While we are on our way to chow, you tell yourself to get in and get out. Nowadays you carry your commissary bowl and cup and spoon with you because the chow hall has no trays, they have all been thrown away several times over. You can get your food to go. You go through the line and load your personal bowl and go straight out the door. Lovely. Thank you, new warden. This eliminates the time spent around these walking dead prisoners smoking who knows what.
In the dorms we live right beside each other in “cubicles” that are around 5x10x4’ tall….separated only by the steel sheets that make up the 4ft. walls. There is zero privacy. These prisoners will be yelling on the tablet phone while their neighbors are asleep at 11:30 p.m. or again at 5:30 a.m. I got a neighbor that made a homemade grille and sells roach infested food 24 hours a day. The roaches are coming over the wall constantly, I’ve spoken to this person on a couple occasions to keep it down and to grille at a descent hour. Only to fall on deaf ears. I’m the one who is at fault cause nobody else seems to mind/ and he’s correct/ nobody else will speak up, so I must be the problem which leads me back to these prisoners were not taught to respect the people around them. They were not taught to love thy neighbor as yourself. These people are ruled by the beast, the powers in the air of this existence. The powers that tell you to hate. That it’s normal to be obnoxious. Aint it fun to break this thing and hurt that person. Destroy and tear down.
But……it’s prison as my grille neighbor will say. What he should say is, “this is where the beast keeps his minions until such a time as he will need them back in society to destroy and tear down”.
I speak now to the righteous who has ended up in this valley with me. Stand upright and march forward with your shield and sword. Push the evil to the side and seek other righteous soldiers. The valley ends and the mountain is seen ahead…the light comes over the top of that mountain like a beacon in the sky. Fear not…because you are chosen. Those who understand this writing know who you are. Salutation.
This too shall end.
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