posted on Jun, 30 2007 @ 10:41 AM
I AM an ex-con. I did five years in the Federal Penitentiary system back in the late 70's and early 80's. I have spent months in miserable county
jails being transferred and waiting for trials, I have been assaulted by crooked guards that wanted to be told where supposed hidden money on the
outside was stashed so they could steal it..when I denied it even existed, they ( three of them ) pulled me into an elevator and beat me up pretty
good, then claimed I had jumped all three of them, while handcuffed!! Riiiiight.. My attorney got that thrown out in exchange for me dropping the
pursuit of charges against the guards. Real justice, huh?
And I was one of the lucky ones. I have seen inmates raped, beated almost to death, abused by guards..the whole magilla. I am 6'1 and weigh 220
and am not fat..so I was always able to handle myself OK; the weak, young and timid become victims almost immediately. Some are coerced into
homosexual acts in order to survive, others become drugs runners for the gang bangers and still others become enforcers for said big shots.
I was convicted of possession of marijuana; I was sitting in a truck in Coral Gables one day with nine tons of weed in it. I was simply a driver
told to pick up vehicle X at a certain time and drive it to point B at a certain time.I never asked what was in the back, and was never told. But it
would be a lie if I said I thought it was bakery goods!! But somewhere along the line a filthy snitch rose up from the slime of the earth and ratted
the operation out. I refused to say a word; I follow the Golden Rule of defense attorneys: Give your name and address and SHUT THE HELL UP.
My partners bailed me out, provided me with a good attorney, and took care of me quite nicely while I did my 60 months. I had all of the weed I
could smoke, all of the commissary items I needed, got champagne smuggled in by a friendly guard at New Years ( we had a laugh and left the empty
bottle propped up on the Wardens desk !!!) and pretty much just suffered the loss of family, of freedom, of women, of fun, of walking in the park..all
of the things that free people take for granted.
Whe I was released, I was picked up in a limo, taken to a hotel on Miami Beach and greeted by the big boss, who had never been identified or
touched, who handed me 20 K in a brown bag, kissed me on both cheeks, and told me that all I had to do in the future, ever, was pick up a phone and
call him if I wanted anything. Over the years, I moved away and changed my life and got married, had kids, worked a job for 15 years, retired and am
now just a Dad finishing raising kids and living a normal, conservative lifestyle. My kids know the truth about my past and recognize the insanity of
Sure, I broke the law. I did my time. I suffered like all inmates do when their parents and families and friends are all hurt and shocked and
disappointed...when they cannot see you except on visitors days and know that years and years will pass before you are free. Try getting a calendar
and day by day cross off each day. Do this for 60 months, while confined to a small area with virtually no rights and no privacy. I have been strip
searched so many times that I have lost count.bullied by sick, sadistic guards who thrive on power trips; some of the sickest pups I ever saw became
cops or prison guards; they have the desire to punish and hurt people built in and love to act it out.
But on subject, I worked for about a year in a Prison Industry, which was data entry. Forerunners of modern computers were used to take peoples IRS
forms and enter them onto the system from paper. Thats rightt, YOUR income tax returns were in my hands !! Feel more secure now? We were paid, as I
recall, about 45-60 bucks a month for full 40 hour weeks. I really did not have to work in there as I had friends on the outside, but I was bored to
tears and wanted to learn about computers so I tried it. Beats sitting around all day.