Blog #8
Dymitri Haraszewski
1660
Dec. 21, 2014
"Disrespect"
My cellmate was recently attacked four times within six days. Each time, he was knocked to the ground, once suffering a bloody nose that poured for nearly an hour, and once he was beaten unconscious. He also either broke or sprained his wrist in one assault, but he's not sure what's wrong because he's afraid to ask for medical help. He doesn't want to be labeled a "rat" and suffer a new round of beatings. What he's endured is nothing less than terrorism. After each incident, he's been told "it's over now", and each time, his attackers-cum-reassurers have proven to be either liars or simply incompetent. Almost certainly it's a lot of both.
Forgive me my disgust, but it's been very hard to stand by this poor guy, a genuinely nice and gentle person, has come back to the cell beaten, bloodied, and psychologically dismantled. I nearly cried the last time, the one with all the blood, when he stepped through the door and said in a pitiable half-whine, "Do you see what they did to me!?" I saw. Blood still dripped from his nose and mouth (the building control officer callously ignored his request to come inside for a few minutes early), and his bright-white shoes and shirt were spattered crimson. His glasses sat crookedly on his cut nose. It hurt to look.
Only one of the attacks happened near me, and I was powerless to stop it. I moved toward them the second I heard the shocked yell from my cellmate (who thought being knocked unconscious two days earlier had been the end of it), but three of the attacker's "homeboys" - i.e. gang affiliated trash acquaintances - immediately blocked me, saying "What? What do you wanna do?" clearly ready to jump on me, too. The 2-punch attack was over, though, so my terrible choice was easier to make. I backed away. Not a proud moment, but likely the best move for both of us. At least that's what I tell myself when the shame won't leave me alone.
A month has passed since that week of hell, and it does seem to be over now. I do al I can to help him, but I have almost zero social capital in here, myself. Still, I can't just leave my cellmate to fend for himself. He's needed an advocate, and more, and I've been in his shoes before. I have a moral duty to help as I can. I collected as much of "the story" as I could (not easy, since nearly all prisoners are extreme liars and self-aggrandizing exaggerators), and I spoke with the people I thought could end it. I also told the opportunistic vultures to stuff their insincere, exploitative offers of "protection", and made it clear that no one would "run up in the cell" to "take his shit," as some rumormongers claimed was likely, without a fight from me. I'm no big guy or bad-ass, and I'm not well-liked here at all, but in my 3 miserable years here, at least word has gotten around that I do hit back. I pick things up for him now, too, from toilet paper to food, just so he won't be targeted and robbed. all of this adds to my already significant risk, but if I don't help him, who will? I don't mean to pat myself on the back or anything, I just needed to vent a little.
This all began because some typically paranoid, hypersensitive prisonese asshole got it into his broken brain that my cellmate had somehow "disrespected" him in the visiting room. He never mentioned it to my cellmate, never tried to clear up any possible misunderstandings, because people like him are incapable of believing they could every misunderstand anything. Instead, he just had his scumbag buddy lure an unsuspecting, naive guy into a corner and knock him out cold with no warning. Somehow that passes for honor among these cretins. Others then took their own cheapshots, realizing he either wouldn't or couldn't fight back, and no one once questioned what justified all this, because no one ever really cared. It was an opportunity to beat up on a "child molester," so they took it. who would care about piled-on, gratuitous viciousness toward a "weirdo", anyway?
So what part of these turds' actions even begins to reflect their supposed value of "respect"? Nothing, obviously, but this is the mind of the Homo Correctus animal in the bizarro-world where I wake up each day. It attacks my best ideas about human nature and potential, and my optimism and anarchism, too, yet I know, intellectually, that this Prisonese race, these depraved incarcerated creatures, are just pitiful victims of the sick society and structure that molded them. Still, it's very hard to overcome my revulsion and contempt for these warped products of our toxic, consumerist, authoritarian culture. It's not fair of me, and like my cowardice, it's another shameful part of my character I have to acknowledge and try to tame. I guess we all have flaws to keep us humble... and to work on.
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Replies (9)
Chris
Take care buddy!
I came to appreciate very quickly the fact that the men wearing blue uniforms seemed to operate with more integrity than those wearing dress clothes. Then again I was lucky enough to only be working with men in the Faith Based Programs.The others who would fit the description of the men you write about were far across the facility from me. But, their actions at times would be told to me during visits from worn out inmates. I never knew if I should try to act like the stories were not bothering me or if I should admit how horrified and hurt I was to hear their stories. I always tried hard to stay focused and offer an ear of compassion. Never knowing if that was enough.
I eventually had to leave since my sense of "fairness and compassion" was considered a weakness and source of irritation to administration. Since I am a female they also felt that inmates were "manipulating me" and trying to gain sympathy. My complaints and concerns to Administration were largely overlooked and those inmates who showed any interest in working with me were eventually shipped out or put in confinement for some mysterious reason.
So when I realized that I was likely causing more harm than good I left my job and returned home to Ohio. I am now working on a newspaper for inmates, those in recovery, and families and ministries that would help promote awareness about prison life. If you would like to write to me I would be appreciative and try to support you in writing as much as possible.
Please stay safe and know that there are those of us who care and are working toward bringing these issues to the public awareness. I am hoping and praying for real change in the Correctional system.
Chaplain M. Levay
Intercultural Interfaith Communications
P.O. Box 347402
Parma, Ohio 44134
Chris
Glad you showed me how to find this resource. Your post is very compelling. No one should be required to live in this kind of environment. Once again we see how humanity's collective evil exceeds its individual evil. Got your long letter. It's excellent. Also I would like to use this post. No time for a long response. Will write. Be patient.
jim
I will be starting to put the long epistle you sent to me (twice, with variations -- I apologize again for that mix-up) into digital format this evening. Should be done in a week or so. I am very impressed with it.
I am appalled at how mindless and cruel the people in this country seem to be getting. I think a lot of it has to do with the sensationalism and misinformation that fills our public media. But that must be only part of the explanation.
j