Prisons turn prisoners into synthetic babies. Grown men get reduced to feeble undesirables, dependent upon their captors’ every move. The whole structure of the prison system operates like a tyrannical force, making its social slaves bend and move as it forces them to bend and move. The prison makes prisoners whine despite being grown.
Dependency is a staple behind bars. For their food, for their shelter, and for their clothing, the prisoner depends upon strangers who come and go as they please, prohibited from showing any type of human affection to the subjects they temporarily rule over.
The child-like atmosphere produces inside prison functions to create control. The word ‘No’ is a common word, used at every turn, to show the prisoner that he has no control over his choices, that he has no power to decide. Such controls are so strong that the prisoner starts to tell himself ‘No’ without even asking his captors for permission.
The prisoners’ humanity always suffers under these conditions. Being human is actually taboo. To think and to feel, to wonder and to desire, are banned human emotions that find punishment if they are expressed too openly.
One aspect of the prisoners’ inhumanity is the food he gets served. Dirty coleslaw served on top of dirty trays is a norm. The meat is half cooked, the beans are hard and under done. The fruit is often rotten of inedible and complaints about these things get ignored.
If a prisoner finds some way to get his complaint out into the free world, he is met with retaliation, endless harassment that makes him regret he ever spoke up. That’s the danger of trying to regain one’s humanity in prison.
The prisoner can read books. He can learn leadership skills. He can talk to others about his political beliefs, but he better not move past the thoughts or the conversations. He better not put that information to use … or else things happen to him. If it’s not the drugs, it’s the gangs. If it’s not the gangs, it’s the suicide, but something happens. The lies get told and eventually he gets eliminated.
Baby steps. Prisoners take baby steps in prison. They better not walk hard. They better not make noises when they move, or they get whooped. The whoopings aren’t with a belt though, they’re with mental warfare, psychic attacks, things that ruin the mind and make the man go insane. These whoopings don’t just hurt, they emotionally scar. They destroy the consciousness and leave the prisoner on the wayside of life, unable to get back up.
The prisoner gets everything taken away from him. It’s like he is born again, naked and afraid, unable to care for himself, unable to dress himself, without permission from another man. He cannot pick out his own clothes or grow his own food. He must beg and plead for hygiene and shoes. He must wonder when he will eat again. He must hope he is cared for when he is sick. He is reduced to an infant as a grown man.
The prison system is strange. The way it treats its captive is diabolical. It burns the soul and assaults the spirit at every turn. The prisoner gets locked in his cell. It’s his crib. Inside it, he whines, but only for a minute. He just wants his bottle. The little attention he gets when the officer comes and checks on his tears. Then he whimpers a little and then he goes to sleep, and strangely he appears to be an adult infant.
Vulnerable to those who care less about him, nevertheless they car for him, providing him with all his basic needs … if he has been good. When the prisoner is disobedient, he is chastised like an unwanted child, made to suffer the loss of time, the loss of togetherness, the loss of social interaction. Alone, he will sit in a cell, and he will dwell on his most evil thoughts, wondering if one will destroy him as he lays in his solitary cell.
Sometimes, the prisoner calls for GOD. No one knows if GOD has any desire to answer a prisoner’s prayer, but the prisoner calls and calls, until he starts to beg and then a little bit of hope might appear, and he thinks that GOD has answered, but it is only his captive making sure he has kept himself in line with his oppression. Satisfied, the captor walks away, and the prisoner is calm.
Adult infants. The prison destroys the prisoners’ manhood. It turns it into a commodity, eligible to receive once the prisoner is released. That is, if he leaves the prison with the memory of being a man. If he leaves feeble, he will never regain his manhood. He will leave it somewhere, lost or destroyed and unable to repair. He will have become what the prison needed him to become, a social slave, incapable of being rebellious toward society’s law.
The prison is a cruel place for the prisoner. It turns him back in time, makes him a baby again, a baby that still grows old. Feeble and unable to help himself, the prisoner turns inward, and he disappears, and he never reappears again. His death becomes the birth that died still.
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