she was still a deputy when i was there in 2013. i remember her from the grey unit solitary confinement block. the deputies rotated shifts every couple weeks, so i had seen her several times. but i can only recall one instance vividly. she was working third shift, and after showers she was in charge of cleaning-supply rounds. the cart is pushed un front of your cell door and through the tray slot you’re passed various cleaning supplies. on this particluar occassion i asked for the broom, and was given an old, frayed urine soaked straw broom. this wasn’t her fault though; it was the broom on the cart and she wasn’t in charge of stocking it. i remember this as clear as day; ‘come on, callahan, look at this broom, man. would you sweep your floor with this broom?’ she looks at me through the plexiglass window and shakes her head in agreement. she says ‘hold on, i’ll get another one’. i nod. she brings me back a brand new broom. ‘thanks callahan, you’re the boss’. she smiled. i don’t remember anything else of her other than her escorting me to the shower. you’d stand backward in front of the cell door and slip your wrists through the tray slot behind you. she’d cuff me, call control to open ‘hotel 16’ (H16), and walk me to the shower.
she musta made it to sgt. in the years to come, although i can’t imagine why a girl like her would take a job in that hell. if only i could have had a premonition… some clairvoyant glimpse into the future: you’ll be dead in four years, callahan. get the fuck out of here while you can.
i remember that white trash piece of shit, craig, too. he wasn’t from my block when i was in general population, but i saw him on the other yard a few times.
where they fucked up was allowing callahan to enter the block by herself. they aren’t supposed to do that, ever, but the place was run by incompetent staff and the administration didn’t give a shit about anything. not sure what the internal investigation turned up, but i’m sure a few strings were pulled and the admin got off the hook. just listen to that idiot redneck public safety official talk; ‘these are uh… uh… a difficult work environment at bayest.’
let’s look at that again.
‘these are uh…uh…a difficult work environment at bayest.’ is that even proper english? what was the imbecile trying to say? ‘this is a difficult work environment, at best’? i dunno, i’m askin’ you.
there’s something very profound to be noted about the fact that the place where one is put for breaking rules, breaks countless rules itself (if you only knew). i call it that grand hipocrisy that forfeits any authority of the state. having experienced this first hand, it is not inappropriate that i call myself an anarchist. well that and other reasons… but that’s the big one. that’s a critical part of my personal philosopher’s ‘manifesto’. but don’t fuckin’ get me started on my prison stories. we’d be here all night.
crazy man. i can see her right now in my mind passing that broom through the tray slot as if it just happened.
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