Showing posts with label correction officers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label correction officers. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2015

‘Alternative Lifestyles and Correctional Officers’



Sunday, February 15, 2015


The politically correct term for the LGBT community within a prison facility is ‘Alternative Lifestyle’. I have to tell you that I HATE that title. I always have and always will. To say that I am classified as an ‘Alternative Lifestyle; makes me feel as if I have somehow chosen this way of life rather than simply being the gay man that I am. It’s an unfortunate truth that I alone will never be able to change that and so, I have learned to swallow a certain amount of pride and simply accept it.

One would think, as a gay man, that all gay men would be a united front within the correctional system. I have touched on this topic previously (see related blog entries below) and explained that we are not in fact united. In fact, we go so far as to divide, segregate and ‘click up’ into our own distinct sub categories. As a reminder to those of you who have not been following this blog since the inception, these are the categories of the ‘Alternative Lifestyles’ in prison:

Gay Men  Guys who work out, excel at sports. Have masculine/heterosexual mannerisms and are generally accepted by the ‘straight’ male inmates without issue. They tend to not associate with anyone in the LGBT community in prison.

Gay Boys  Guys who are effeminate and go out of their way to present themselves as ‘pretty’. They tend to wear form fitting clothing and like to have trysts whenever possible. They are struggling to find their niche of acceptance.

Queens  Guys who present themselves as female and take on pseudo female nicknames such as “cocoa”, “Asia”, “Hollywood”, “Candy”, etc. They are a force to be reckoned with and aggressive when travelling in packs. They are comical and entertaining to watch amd I mean that in a very heartfelt way.

Chicks  Guys who are physically transitioning into females. They have  had hormone therapy, implants, injections of Botox and fillers. Since they are not complete in their gender reassignment and still have male genitalia, they are housed with men in general population. In my 13 years, I have only met one Chik and she was only on the yard for a few weeks before being moved. She received multiple disciplinary infractions and was reassigned elsewhere. Beyond that, she was treated well by both inmates and staff.

So, now that you have a baseline, I can address the question of what the dynamic is between correctional officers and the ‘Alternative Lifestyle’ population.

I am not certain what is assumed, but I am here to say that I have never had any issue with staff because of my sexuality. I think, and I can only say this because of the type of questions I receive on this topic, that the public speculation is that gay men are treated terribly by the officers. I have never personally witnessed that behavior. I have seem both officers and the administration personnel go out of their way to ensure safety and comfort for the gay community in prison.

I think that somehow there is a cloud of misrepresentation regarding LGBT inmates and officers. The general, free population hears horror stories of what it is like to be gay in prison. While many of those stories may be true, it is typically not because of the officers, but rather, the fellow inmates. The officers, (at least the ones I have known) treat gay inmates like everyone else – which is a good thing. If nothing else, perhaps I can in this blog post, clear up that misconception for you.

The inmate on inmate issues will forever be present and it really is about the “leader” vs. the “follower” in here. The majority of inmates are followers and they are this way in hopes of being accepted and for their own survival. The leaders are typically narrow minded, and like true politicians, tend to forget the bigger picture. Unfortunately, they do not forgo their own personal beliefs in order to create peace and order among the greater population. If you are curious as to where I stand in this whole mess, well bear this in mind; I have previously been a ‘leader’ (or as they call them in prison: a “Head”). The only reason I was successful in it was because I knew the right people and that I am considerably more intelligent than many of the other inmates. That said, I was able to lead a lot of “thirsty people to water”, in a manner of speaking. What I failed to realize was he huge amount of energy it took from me.

Today, I am an independent. I’m just DAVID . My reputation is pretty solid and because of my prison history, nobody can really tell me what to do. For clarification, I categorize myself into the ‘Gay Men; group. I am guilty in that I do not really associate with anyone else in the GLBT community we are all very different in how we live day to day. Sadly it is also about survival and reputation. It doesn’t make me feel good, but it is what it is.  Consequently, the LGBT community does not care for me or for that matter, any of the other Gay men. I gather that they feel since we do not socialize with them, that we somehow think we are better than them. Perhaps they presume we do not care about them. Simply put, the fact is that we have chosen different paths in how we serve our prison time.

Truthfully, after further analysis, the larger LGBT community may well be stronger than the Gay Men simply because they stand tall exactly as they are. Gay Men, are more accepted by everyone, but perhaps on different terms.
There will never be any way to fix this. It will go on forever – just as it does outside these walls. It is our own fault and we have no one to blame but ourselves. The only thing we have in common is the fact that we continue to be misunderstood. 

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Saturday, March 9, 2013

When inmates are bored, they stir the pot; "it is NOT acceptable for the Crips to discipline a Blood"

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

There is a particular Brotha here who, I believe, runs with the Bloods and he works the yard crew. What that means is that he does nothing but walk the yard, pick up trash, polish brass on doors etc.. The rumor is, he has become a bit too comfortable with the officers. Unbeknownst to me, the remainder of the inmate population says that he is always talking to various officers. Since his job does not require him to be in communication with the officers, this is seen as a bad thing on the yard.
This morning, a couple of Crips from the other side of the yard came over and threw a few punches into this guy’s face. Now, despite the fact that the majority of the inmate population believed he should be disciplined, it is NOT acceptable for the Crips to discipline a Blood. This particular event has initiated a huge amount of Crips vs. Bloods activity from one side of the yard to the other. Since no one is passing through from one side to the other today, all conversations will have to be put on hold until tomorrow.

Hell hath no fury!
 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The fear of consequence will only last so long..

Sunday, February 3, 2013

If you have been reading along, then you know that there was a series of really unfortunate and violent events here last month. Things got so bad that the administration had us on Lockdown status for about 10 days straight and even took everyone’s privileges away for an entire weekend. That is very rare.
Since then, things have certainly calmed down. The big question that needs to be asked here though, is how long will that calm last? So many men here are continually making bad choices that would normally receive some form of physical discipline. Being that they are being given a ‘pass’ of sorts, a lot more guys are doing the craziest things because they know that they will get away with it. Basically, there is a domino effect occurring and I fear that it will all come to a head soon.

I have given this situation a great deal of thought and in the end, there is no winning. It will simply go round and round. The administration has to do everything in their power to keep us relatively safe. The ‘shot callers’ within the inmate population want to make sure that everyone is behaving as they should.
There is no fix here.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

How stupid can people really be?; a white guy came up positive with something in his rectum

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

When you know that you are caught with your hand in the cookie jar, why continue to deny it?
Due to the inmate assault in Dorm 1 the other night, all staff began a major search of that dorm. When this happens, the rest of the inmate population knows that it is time to start hiding things and putting things away.  Well, at least that’s what everyone does if they have something to hide. When it came time for everyone in able run to sit in the bodyscan chair, a white guy came up positive with something in his rectum. He was immediately taken to what we call a ‘dry cell’.  Basically it’s a 6’x6’ cell with a toilet that has a catching mechanism in it. The inmate must have at least 3 bowel movements before being released. I’d say 100% of the people placed in dry cells are guilty and it’s a good way for the DOC to successfully collect evidence they need to charge the particular inmate.

As the search continued on, and came to Dog Run, a black guy I know, was doing something suspicious and got into a physical altercation with a sergeant I have also known for years. He is probably one of the best sergeants we have here. He is also very tough, so the black guy got the short end of the stick in that fight. Now, I hate to say it, but all of these incidents are comical to me. I watch this shit unfold and think to myself; “why do these idiots do this stuff?”  It will never make sense to me, but as we all know, there is a lot in life that doesn’t make sense.
I spoke to Mom this morning on her way home from work and gave her the rundown on the goings on in here. She said that she was so glad that I am never involved in that stuff. The reason for that though, is that my circle of friends and I are okay. We don’t have a ‘let’s get over on the DOC’ mindset.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

The prison knows I am out here; "Does it give me pause?"

Saturday, December 1, 2012

I received a print out of my blogs face page from Joe. It arrived about a month later than he sent it. It had been opened and had the red “INSPECTED” stamp on it 3 different times. I would say that about 10% of our mail here is inspected. It is standard policy for the DOC (Department of Corrections) and rightfully so. You would be surprised at the things some inmates attempt to receive and/or mail home.
For me however, this simple act tells me that my blog is now out there – for real. The DOC is now fully aware of what I am doing and what I am writing about. Does it give me pause? I admit that at first, it did. But I am okay with it now. I am not here to condemn the department at all. I am simply here to tell my story, my daily journal if you will. I doubt that there will be any repercussions, but it is always a possibility.

There is a reason that many people belong to be here and the DOC has a job to do. As you might expect, 95% of the inmate population does not agree with me on this. They would go on and on about how badly they are being treated and how unjust it all is. Overall, we are not treated badly. This is a prison. There will be restrictions and rules and policies. At the end of the day, most just do not want to accept the fact that we have all done something, minor or major, to be placed here.
 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

My personal outlook on the Department of Corrections; "Prison is not supposed to be a nice place."

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I received a message yesterday from a woman who writes a blog specifically about all things involving the Arizona Department of Corrections. I get the distinct feeling that she focuses her energy on the negatives and it caused me to wonder if I have come across as someone who is inadvertantly slandering the department of corrections. That is certainly not my intent – at all.
My mission is only to discuss what real life is like inside of here, for someone like myself.
I do not feel as though the DOC goes out of their way to treat us badly. It is a business and they have a job to do. From a professional point of view, I would think that they are doing the best that they can with the resources that they have. Prison is not supposed to be a nice place; It is a violent, scary, strange and completely different world. Though I hate to say it, a lot of the people I know, belong here. I hate to say that… but it is true. For me, I accept my sentence and even though I do not like this place, I always do whatever I can to keep moving forward.

Since I have never been to another prison besides the ones in Arizona, it would be unfair of me to say that Arizona is the worst system, or that they do not have our safety in mind. From what I see, they do what they can with what they have. That doesn’t mean that I have to like it. It doesn’t even mean that I have to accept it, but I do because it makes it easier for me to get on with each day.
In a weird way, I would say it is similar to someone growing up in Compton, or Watts in Los Angeles. I have a friend here who grew up there and he agrees that life there, it is pretty much the same as prison. For him, living in such a violent and scary place was the life he was given. He didn’t like it, but it was easier for him to accept it and live, than to spend life not accepting it and having to deal with the hate within him.

Anyway, I just wanted it to be clear that I do not hate the Department of Corrections. I do however; hate the fact that I did something that resulted in me having to be in prison.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

I desperately need some good news in my life.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

It’s another early morning here in my temporary home. I spent the better part of yesterday writing to family and friends. I also received a new Pen Pal message from a man in New Delhi, India who sounded interesting, and so I responded to him.
Mr. X, my supervisor, had administrative meetings and so I was certain that I had the day off. Just as I was preparing to go and work out, I was paged to the office though and spent the afternoon/early evening at work. Ugh.

My best friend, Jonathon, is sick; some sort of viral thing I am sure. I will contract it at some point. Still, I have been taking care of him as best as I can. He would do the same for me. Having true friends in this place is so rare. Jonathon and I have a great deal in common though. We both had somewhat privileged lives with happy, yet dysfunctional families. He is white and from South Beach, Miami FL. Actually he is Polish, but whites are all the same in here. Our crimes are both vehicular. Jonathon however, accidentally ran over a Police Commissioner’s son with his Hummer in a parking lot outside a nightclub. He received a 35 year sentence.
People may wonder why his sentence is so much longer than mine (15 years). All I can say is that it is classic Arizona prison sentencing.  I am sure that politically, the fact that the victim was the Police Commissioner’s son did not help matters.  Even so, Jonathon is as positive as he can be. We keep each other grounded and that is a blessing in here. In case anyone is curious, Jonathon is straight. It would be fair to say that in prison, 99% of my friends are straight. It is not something that I feel good about really, but again, I have to survive in here and being friends with effeminate homosexuals would sadly be social suicide for me. The entire situation is incredibly fucked up. I hate that it has to be like that.
Last night, I ended up being able to go out and work out. I also ran a few miles because it was nice out. The track was very crowded though with aimless walkers so I had to navigate carefully.  When I was finished, I decided to check in with my fantasy football guys in dorm 1.  I also did some networking and made certain that my face was seen by the people that care to know that I am around, and available if I am needed. It creates a bad image if you stay in your own dorm all the time. Certain people are expected to make an appearance every once in awhile, and I am one of those people. By the time I was done making my ‘rounds’, I only had 15 minutes to get back to my own dorm, shower and settle in for the season’s premier of  the’ X Factor’. http://www.thexfactorusa.com/ I am a closet Britney Spears fan. (Save the commentary…please!) http://www.britneyspears.com/index.aspx
At the moment, it is 6:00 AM and as I look all the way down the “run”, and into control, I see one of my favorite officers is working. God… there really is something about him. Not only is he kind, and fair, he is also incredibly handsome. There are two other officers here who also captivate me. Both of them are naturally masculine and well, very ‘easy on the eye’ in that studly, virile way. While these men are indeed physically striking, what links them all is that they are reasonable, straightforward and do their jobs very well. Those qualities are equally attractive to me. Over the years, I have developed open lines of communication with these officers.  And that is important.

While it would be a stretch to call these relationships ‘friendly’, it is very fair to say that there is mutual respect there. Just as I am sure they are curious about us, we too are curious about them. Officers, who do not know about me, always ask me what the hell I did to get here. In turn, I want to know what compels them to work here. Some of them have so much more potential and it really makes you stop and wonder. 
Anyway, these are good men and though they are attractive; they do their jobs well and treat us with respect. Some officers come in with serious power trips.  Unfortunately, they typically do not last long.  A lot of prisoners have no problem physically assaulting an authority figure and that is what typically happens. Officer assaults are never good, but they happen more than you might think.

I work from noon to 8:00 PM today so I will kick back this morning and then call my mom as she rolls in from the hospital. This week has not been a good one for her so I like to check in as much as possible. At present, she is not the happiest woman and well, has not been for several years. This of course, is all my fault. I am man enough to admit that. In a way, she is in prison as well. Like me, she despises Arizona but remains because of me. Lately however, I have been making headway in terms of convincing her to sell the house, and move back to Boston. Change is good and she most definitely needs it in more ways than one. It would be very feasible for her to fly out to visit me every other month. Since my plan is to relocate to Boston upon my release, I hope that she will make this move.
Come October, she will be visiting with my friend Joe, who incidentally, has become her friend as well. During that trip, she will be looking at properties and meeting with prospective hospital employers too. We will see what happens.

I desperately need some good news in my life.