From The Inside Looking Out. Glen Reed
more officers were assigned to each work position, the situation could quickly be controlled and possibly without injury.
Early one morning, I was assigned to the ABCD dormitories. I just completed the morning count of all inmates in the dorms and relayed the inmate count to master control. While in the process of inventorying all security equipment for shift change—handcuffs, leg cuffs, black security boxes, flashlights, water shutoff keys, batons, and radios—it was announced over the unit PA system that all areas needed to conduct an immediate recount of all inmates in the prison. This, by far, was the one most important aspect of our job—to ensure that there is an accurate count of all inmates assigned in our area. If the count does not clear over the entire prison, all things are placed on immediate shutdown, and neither shift coming on duty or leaving was allowed to exit the prison until the unit count was corrected and cleared. This was not an unusual occurrence, for recounts happen in the prison environment quite frequently. Recounts are necessary due to security reasons. This procedure required by policy was necessary to ensure that at no given time were any inmate(s) unaccounted for due to possible escapes, transfers, hospital visits, work assignments (such as in the kitchen), or for any other reason. Recounts were often performed because inmates love to play cat-and-mouse games with the staff. Inmates would often hide during these counts just for the fun of it, knowing it caused staff problems. They would be given a write-up if it was proven they did it on purpose. This was quite difficult to prove most of the time. Official counts were completed at least three times per day and more if the need arose.
The count finally did clear. All security equipment was accounted for, and the normal operations of the day began. In the next few minutes, the officer assigned to feed would start to call inmates to the dining facility for the breakfast meal. Each dorm was called to the dining facility until the entire inmate population had been fed. This also included all special-diet inmates who normally ate first or last.
The entire feeding process normally took a little over one hour if the dining facility did not run out of the proper amount of prepared food. This happened on a regular basis. Inmate cooks prepared and cooked all the food for every meal served. To the inmate, it was no problem to be slow or to prepare food for inadequate or improper preparation because they felt they had all the time in the world, and we the staff were on their time schedule. The main cooks usually had pride in their work; however, the average cook and dining facility worker did not want to be in the kitchen, and this was evident in their behavior and attitude every day. The dining facility manager had a difficult time trying to keep good cooks and kitchen workers at all times. He spent more of his time hiring and firing inmates in the kitchen on a daily basis. Inmates were master thieves and notorious for stealing anything that was not tied down. The dining facility manager was always writing reports on inmates and placing them in segregation for stealing food and other items from the dining facility. The dining facility was often referred to as the house of thieves.
Upon the completion of feeding breakfast and if the weather was normal and visibility was given a green light by the officers on all manned gun towers, the yards were opened for the inmates to go outside on the yards to purchase items from the canteens and for recreational purposes.
When inmates had completely exited the dorms to the yards for recreation, schools, and jobs, the assigned dorm janitors for each dorm would begin to clean the showers, bathrooms, sleeping areas, and hallways and empty the trash. That particular morning, I noticed a dorm janitor lying on his bed and not cleaning his assigned dorm area as he was required. I approached him and asked him why he was lying down and not cleaning on his assigned job.
His response to me was he did not feel like it and that he was not going to clean or do anything today. I again explained to him in a fair but firm manner that he needed to start cleaning. He became agitated and started using vulgar profanity, shouting out loudly. He then made the mistake of telling me he was not working for the second time. He then explained to me that he was in prison for a life sentence without the possibility of parole, and nothing, including me, was going to make him do anything. I again explained to him in a normal tone of voice that disobeying an order would only make his time harder and that he should think before he makes bad decisions.
He then stated, “Let me tell you something. You all locked me up for life without parole and put me here.” I had heard enough! I quickly warmed to the subject at hand. I immediately placed the inmate in restraints (handcuffs) and explained the facts of life to him like a father would to his child. I wanted him to fully understand where I was coming from, so I had him sit in a chair, and I started to explain to him where I was coming from. I told him, “It was your decision to carry out the crime you committed. I was not present. The family members of your victim[s] who you mentally hurt were not there. Your life sentence belongs to you and you only. No one else. You must learn to accept and do your time. No one can or will do it for you. The sooner you realize your life sentence belongs to you and no one else, the sooner you will be able to adjust and deal with it.
“As far as your life sentence without parole is concerned, I want you to understand that I had nothing to do with it. You can only blame yourself. Your amount of time is your time. I did not give it to you. I was not on your jury, and I certainly was not your judge. However, in the position as a correctional officer, I am not here to punish you for your crime. The courts have already done that, but I am here to ensure you abide by the policy and procedures of this prison, abide by the rules and regulations, and extend protection and safety for you at all times.”
In a few minutes, as he sat and stared at the wall, he started to de-escalate and, in a normal tone of voice, asked me if I was going to write him up on a report and place him in segregation for disobeying an order. I could have locked him up for violations of disobeying an order, stopping work, and using profanity towards a correctional officer. As a correctional officer, you must learn to be “firm but fair.” I informed him that I was going to give him a warning at this time on the condition that he not cause any more issues and he complete his assigned duties, but I also at the same time was very determined to drive my point home. I informed him that I needed him to think hard concerning our conversation today and the consequences that he could face for that type of unacceptable behavior. I explained to him that respect is not given; it is earned. He nodded his head and, without hesitation, stood up. I removed his restraints, and he went straight back to his dorm and cleaned up as required. I never had an issue with this particular inmate again; however, there were many more like him in prison who needed to understand that the officers and the correctional staff were not there to punish them. They had been punished already. Their time in prison belonged to them and them only, and it was up to each of them to deal with it, for we, as the correctional officers, were not the ‘judge nor jury.’
Chapter 2
Snitches, Bitches, and Stiches
No one in their wildest imagination can fully understand what disgusting and unbelievable events take place on a day-to-day basis within the razor wire fences of a prison. You would have had to work in this environment to fully comprehend what I am going to discuss in this chapter. Although these are, for the most part, gross, nasty, and disgusting, please do not take offense, for it is the way of life in the penitentiary.
It has been often said, “What goes on inside the prison stays in the prison.” This needs some discussion because it’s your hard-earned tax dollars that are paying for the housing, food, clothing, education, fuel for transportation, and the enormous cost of medical services for the incarcerated individual. When you combine the total payroll for correctional officers and all correctional staff to include unnecessary expenditures, the amount is astronomical. The cost is being squeezed out of your—the citizens’—pockets. The prison is considered one of the most dangerous environments to work or live in because you are subjected to dangerous individuals who possess a variety of mental health issues and medical diagnosis, such as tuberculosis, HIV, AIDS, hepatitis, and other diseases transmitted by sexual activity and drugs.
It was bright outside and extremely hot that day. I was assigned as the yard officer for K and L dorms.
After completing my security check, the yards were opened for use by the inmates. Upon entering the front of K building, I observed an extremely large line