Friday, April 11, 2008
Recent Update
This new job is interesting, difficult, scary and strategic at the same time. As an example, last night I was supervising a unit of 30 inmates in one room---they live on bunk beds. One of the inmates is an accused rapist. Another inmate came up to me and told me that the first chance he got, he was going to attack this inmate and injure him severely. I told him that I and the cameras are always watching. He replied that there were no cameras in the showers. At that point, I called backup officers, and he was removed from the unit and placed in Segregation which is a closed custody unit. This means he is locked in his cell for 23 hours a day, and the other hour he may use to shower and/or exercise. Additionally, I issued him a DR or Disciplinary Report for threatening violence to another inmate which, if he is found guilty, may cost him up to thirty days in the “hole.”
The other night there was an inmate in a blind rage…he is one of the most dangerous inmates at the prison. He is notorious for always carrying a razorblade somewhere on his person. He went beserk the other night, and was advancing toward me while I continued to order him to comply with my directions to return to his bunk. When he continued to advance toward me, I had to call a “10-25” on my radio, which immediately summons backup officers. He was handcuffed and removed from the unit. It is moments like these that I realize that this is real life---and I know what I am supposed to do.
I realize that this job is truly a service to society---these are people who cannot function outside the rigid structure of prison. They are truly a danger to society. The rapists, burglars, heroin addicts, thieves, pedophiles---they are all here. And I must suspend my particular contempt I may feel for some of them more then others and treat them all exactly the same.
The other night there was an inmate in a blind rage…he is one of the most dangerous inmates at the prison. He is notorious for always carrying a razorblade somewhere on his person. He went beserk the other night, and was advancing toward me while I continued to order him to comply with my directions to return to his bunk. When he continued to advance toward me, I had to call a “10-25” on my radio, which immediately summons backup officers. He was handcuffed and removed from the unit. It is moments like these that I realize that this is real life---and I know what I am supposed to do.
I realize that this job is truly a service to society---these are people who cannot function outside the rigid structure of prison. They are truly a danger to society. The rapists, burglars, heroin addicts, thieves, pedophiles---they are all here. And I must suspend my particular contempt I may feel for some of them more then others and treat them all exactly the same.
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