The most intense moment I ever had in prison was while
working for Stan. It was a rare occasion for me to feel genuine fear. He had a bunch of
stuff in his car that he needed to get to his office. He didn't want to carry it all so he asked me
for help. I complied. I probably wouldn't have though had I known
what he was going to do to me. Despite
my façade, the hyper-masculinity, I am a very cautious person. I don't ride motorcycles for instance. I am always aware that every time I pass an oncoming
car on a two lane highway, doing 55 mph, that I have just had a near death
experience. I don't take unnecessary
risks ever. If you ever see me doing
something sketchy it's only because have already thought it out in my own way,
or I would not be doing it.
Stan couldn't see this part of me. No one understands the calculating. There is too much intuition involved. I doubt it ever crossed his mind that he had
endangered my life at all, but I was acutely aware of it. The truth is I probably wasn't in danger at
all, but that just wasn't how I saw it.
For all I know those guards weren't even paying attention.
When we got to the front gate I was already nervous. The only time inmates are near the front gate
is when they get to leave to go home.
Inmates aren't even allowed to walk within a hundred feet of it. Part of the security of the place is that no one really knows what it is
like past the visiting room. There is
just never a reason for inmates to be there other than for leaving. Besides the day I left there for good, this
was the only time I had been in that area.
I never met a high ranking white shirt that gave a shit
about inmates. To them we were basically
just animals. To me they were just bigots; men who judge by the eye with no
depth of thought whatsoever, yet were making life altering decisions regarding
others. I never liked to be around
them. They were all powerful. Whatever they said went. Since I was merely an animal to them there
was no power to get from them. There was no advantage in dealing with them. They could only bring negative consequences. No inmates had
power with them. They were always in headquarters.
There was a small area at the entrance to head quarters. It was basically a rectangle shaped enclosed chain
linked box. Headquarters was
encased. Snag wire, chain linked fence,
cinder blocks and bullet proof glass. Looks
like a fort with big light poles all around it. Besides the hole it was the
only part of the prison with high tech security. The entry road to the prison passed right in
front of it. It had full vision on the three
sides not attached to the visiting room building.
The small chain link box at the entrance was for security
purposes. I called it the double locked
door technique. If you were to be
entering the prison, they would buzz you through the chain link fence
door. Once it was secured, they would
then buzz the main door to the building.
Both doors are never open at the same time. Stan had me step out into the box.
I'd been locked up over two years by then, and right there in
front of me was the parking lot. Right
there was freedom. The closest I had
been to it in years. I was not cuffed or
shackled. The main door slammed closed
and I heard the lock engage. Then buzz
click. The chain link door swung
open. My hands were shaking. Then Stan did, what was to me, the
unimaginable. He asked me to help him
get the stuff out of his car. I
panicked. He's acting rushed. He's in a hurry. I didn't want to seem stupid in front of him,
but I was scared to death. I didn't want
to cause a scene and argue with him. It
was like I was floating on air. Adrenaline
was pumping through my veins.
I could have been shot dead for that. An inmate, not cleared, standing outside the
perimeter fence, can be shot on sight.
It's a minimum of five years without parole. I was trying to get that shit out of his car
and back into the box so fast I was sweating.
I needed back in there and I needed back in there right then. I should not have been outside the fence. Those shotguns are always loaded. Five flat years on top of what I had already
done might as well have been a death sentence.
By the time I got back to his office with the stuff I was
quite upset. I said something to him
about it too. There was no need to put
me in jeopardy over some crap in some boxes.
I didn't trust him anymore after that.
He saved my life, so I couldn't be truly upset. He couldn't control what those guards would
do. He couldn't assure my safety in such
a situation. Some of those guards
literally prayed for someone to try to escape.
I made it clear to him that that would never happen again. He would have to find someone else to go
outside the fence if he needed help.
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