I’m grateful there’s people out there like mongoose, I dug and reached and succeeded in finding something I longed for in prison. Companionship. Its just not the same talking to prisoners all the time. You have a high volume of mental illness in prison, so seeking good conversation is iffy at best. I’ve once spoken to a man who was very attentive and looked as if he was paying attention to all the conversation I was dumping on him. He smiled and shook his head, until he excused himself, said he had to make a phone call.
I was like go for it, but soon after, an inmate comes up to say,” You know he’s not all there right? Uh uh, I wasn’t aware, Anne said look at him. The man was having a full blown conversation on the phone, so I was confused, so i said “so?” There’s nobody on the other line dude.
C’mon man are you serious?
Yeah, watch.
Sure enough, the man says his goodbyes to his imaginary friends and proceeds to dial a number, but its not making sense, he’s starting to talk without missing a beat, prison phones are like a serious pain in the ass, you have to do voice verification, punch in your identification number, then the Phone number, its a fucken three ring circus, there’s no way anyone picked up right after dialing a number.
Well, lesson learned, don’t believe everything you hear and only half of what you see!! There’s a term for people like that,” psych patient!!”
TDCJ doesn’t send them to psyche hospital, they put them in general population to be harmed, in any way you can imagine, in fact if you’re reading this, its happening right now.
What’s wrong with our criminal justice system? I’ve seen stuff you would feel sick to see. Officers bullying borderline mentally retarded inmates for fun, send them down the rabbit hole of administrative segregation, its sad, many of them are pushed to suicide themselves this way. I’m not the smartest man,but if I had trouble coping with the ad seg PTSD,can you imagine someone with cognitive deficiency?
Its cruel and highly unusual. I found an identity in prison, its activist.
I refused to allow the policy to shape my mind or ideology.
I refused and resisted, and even though I’m paying a high price for what I have, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Solidarity Forever.
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