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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saga of the Journal - Part 2: " Solitary Confinement"
Tonight has been crazy. This story is just weird. I was talking with a couple guys, sitting on my bunk, when a guard came in asking for someone to come out and sweep the hall. Three other guys volunteered, but the guard asked me to come because she said the others were too loud. As I swept the hall, we chatted about random stuff.
Before I went back into my dorm she asked if I had written entries for the blog lately. I had given her the blog address a couple months ago, but she said she lost it and wanted it written it down again. I told her I would write it down and give it to her when she came around to count.
About an hour after count, one of the sergeants came in and asked me to come to the lieutenant"s office up front. When I got there, the lieutenant asked if I had anything to say. I didn't even know why I was there, si I said no. He started peppering me with questions about my blog and why I was sharing the address with staff.. Was I trying to get one of them to sneak contraband into prison? Was I part of a gang? Was I being extorted by a gang? I said I wasn't part of a gang or being threatened by anyone, and that I only shared my blog with some of the staff so they could see what prison is like form my perspective.
The lieutenant pulled up my blog on his computer and said that he had read through a lot of it and the only thing he saw that was bad was the entry in support of TCU. "We can't have any horned frogs in San Saba," he said in jest.
After talking to me, he said he didn't think I was doing anything wrong, but he was going to put me in solitary for a couple days to "maintain the integrity of the investigation" while he talked with other staff about it. I was put in handcuffs (never a delightful experience) and taken to a cell with a bunk all to myself. The cell was about seven feet wide and twenty feet long with a shower, toilet, sink and a bunk taking up space. There was also a table jutting out of the wall with a steel stool mounted to the floor.
Sitting there without any of my property, including my mattress and blanket, I was nervous about what could happen to me. The case that I could get - "establishing a relationship with an officer - has very bad consequences, including taking away up to a year of good time. I certainly didn't want that. I didn't want anyone else to get into trouble, either.
After an hour of worrying, I had a peace come over me. I thought. "I didn't do anything wrong and there's nothing I can do for the situation. God's in control, so I'm just going to trust Him for whatever happens." That was a cool feeling to have.
"Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be shrewd as serpents and innocent as doves. " - Matthew 10:16
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