Posted by: Bob Chatelle

I arrived at Coffee Correctional Facility around or close to noon. It had already been a long night, dawn, and morning. I had not slept at all. After the bus left Dooly, it drove about an hour and 45 minutes north to Jackson Diagnostic and Classification Prison. Jackson is where all inmates who have been convicted in any county in Georgia are processed and classified first before being assigned to one of several prisons the state has. An individual can remain at Jackson anywhere from a few weeks to several months. Jackson is also where this state’s death row is located.

The bus drove to Jackson because that is a centralized location for all GDC transfer buses. It is also large enough to accommodate several transport vehicles, and has the manpower to handle the many inmates that would transition through on one of those transfer days. In addition, County Sheriff’s transport vehicles from jurisdictions around the state would show up to pickup someone who probably has a court date, drop someone who is returning from one, or who recently was convicted. There’s a huge fenced-in parking lot adjacent to the prison where all transfer buses from each facility and other transport vehicles park. Once we arrive there, we are once again told where each one of us is going, and then head out to the parking lot to catch that facility’s bus or county vehicle. Reminiscent of Georgia’s slave history, some of the men among the black inmate population call it “modern day slave trade.” (And it may also be because inmates are not paid for work in this southern state). It is quite a spectacle, though: A few hundred men, or close to it, walking around the parking lot, branded with “Dept. of Corrections” on the back of their state issued prison uniforms, handcuffed, with waist chains, and leg irons, doing their best to carry their bag, or bags, of personal belongings. In my case, four bags.

Although Georgia has modernized its bus fleet with new buses with state of the art security and safety equipment, the ride was still somewhat uncomfortable but tolerable compared to the old buses. Personally, I didn’t mind the almost two hour drive north to Jackson and then five hour drive south to Coffee. It had been around six years since I’ve seen the “free world” during a previous transfer. So this road trip gave me an opportunity to once again see people and places along the interstate and the rural roads, as well as the natural scenery that this state offers. Nevertheless, with every mile to my new destination, as the bus seemed to be driving further and further away from home, my family was always on my mind.

Once at Coffee, just as in any other facility, we were processed in the intake area. There was about ten of us who arrived. Our property was searched and inventoried, and we were also strip searched to make sure no contraband was introduced into the facility. While I was waiting for my turn to have my property searched and inventoried, a female sergeant called me to a small office to sign some paperwork and to have my picture taken for my new ID. Afterwards, she asked me if I knew why I was transferred. I mentioned to her that I did not have the slightest idea but was interested in finding out. She proceeded to show me the transfer papers. My jaw dropped when I read a comment placed right below my name.

Still in shock, I told the sergeant that it had to be a mistake. The person being described was not me — I don’t encourage or influence negative behavior. There was no way, and I attempted to discredit the note. Her eyes were fixed on the computer monitor looking at my records. All she told me afterwards was that my security score looked good (low) and that I would probably be asked about it when I go before the classification committee, where all inmates go within a few days of arriving at a facility. The classification committee looks into which programs or classes are needed according to our records or request, which work detail one will be assigned to, and housing assignment. She advised me that if I am asked about that critical note, that I could just explain to them what I had told her, and that it shouldn’t be a concern. It almost seemed as if she was assuring me that everything would be fine — I picked my jaw up and breathed with a sigh of relief. Boy, was she wrong. I was blindsided by an approaching storm.

After being processed in the intake area, all of us new arrivals were directed to a transitional dorm. There were enough beds there for around 60 men but surprisingly, almost all were empty. There were only four guys there who were permanent orderlies and responsible for keeping the dorm clean. We were all told that we would stay there for just a few days while new arrivals went through the orientation and classification process. Afterwards, we would be assigned to a permanent unit within the general population. I was worn out. But, before I settled in my temporary living quarters, I called my brother to let him know that I had arrived, and shared with him what I had learned about my transfer out of Dooly. He couldn’t believe it either.

(I had failed to mentioned earlier that, while still at Dooly, when I found out that I was being transferred, I phoned my brother to let him know. I didn’t call my parents since it was late in the evening and because they would worry — chiefly, my mom. She very likely wouldn’t have had any sleep. My brother said that he would let them know first thing in the morning).

As I expected, my brother mentioned that my mom got upset after learning that morning that I had been transferred. She was aware that a transfer could be eminent without any notice. But knowing that I was in a place where I had settled and found my place within the population, as well as with the staff, gave my mother a sense of comfort. Any change would again bring her much uncertainty … and perhaps concern. As soon as I ended the call with my brother, I called both my parents.

My parents felt relief after hearing from me. Assuring them that everything was fine, I then proceeded to share with each one of them my first impressions of my “new home.” However, I confess that initially I did not share with them what I had found out about my transfer. I just felt that it was better not to cause them any further grief or concern. My intentions were to share it with them in person when they came for a visit which we were already planning. To me, it just seemed that they would handle things better once they saw that it was still the old me, and how comfortable, professional, and clean this place is. As soon as the call ended, I accommodated some of my belongings inside the locker box located next to my bed, which was partially made, and then I crashed … at least for a few minutes.

I must have gotten into a deep sleep for a brief few minutes when all of the sudden, one of the guys in the dorm woke me up. It was dinner time! I was somewhat disoriented at first — it must have been around 4 pm. I found out that all meals were brought to the dorm while we went through the new arrival process. We weren’t allowed to mix with the general population until we were assigned to a permanent dorm. And soon after we had finished dinner, we were told that all of us would be going to medical for a quick physical.

It wasn’t until around 8 pm before we went to the medical unit. As we walked through the hallways, I could tell how huge this place is. For the most part, everything here is indoors compared to state facilities. We all stayed for our check ups until everyone was seen. It was close to around 10 pm before we returned to our dorm. I was beat for sure — and slept like a baby.

The next morning, on Friday, we had orientation. A counselor came in the dorm around 9 am with lots of paperwork for us to read and sign. We also watched a couple of informational videos. Afterwards, I called my mother around noon. We were having a good conversation and she laughed when I told her that I was freezing. I had spent years complaining about the heat at the state facilities (see my post: “The Heat is On”), and the A/C was a welcomed change – and adjustment – that is found at all the private facilities. It was really cold! So my mom was hearing something she hasn’t heard in a very long time. As I continued speaking to her, I saw the building sergeant through the windows standing outside the dorm, looking in as if trying to find someone. When we made eye contact, he motioned me with his hand to step out of the dorm. I told my mom that I was being called out and that as soon as I got back I would call her again. (Earlier that morning, I had spoken to the sergeant about some clothing I received that was way too big in size, and he had told me that he would try to get me the correct size). So I stepped out of the dorm and Sarge said to follow him. We entered a long hallway and walked to what would be a point of no return.

As we walked, I started casual talk about the facility and I shared with Sarge my first impressions about the place. We approached a door and entered a corridor that turned out to be a back entrance to the medical unit. I wondered what we were doing here, and I quickly realized that we were not here for my clothing. Since I’m listed for chronic care due to bronchitis, I reasoned that maybe I was here for some kind of check up. Sarge then turned around, and explained that I was being placed in administrative segregation, and that it was policy that all my vital signs be recorded before I was taken there. I was going to “the hole?”, I said. But, why? I asked him. He said that he wasn’t sure but that his boss, the chief of security, told him to place me in segregation because “something about [my] transfer.” I was aghast and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Then it hit me: My mom! She was at home … waiting for my call.

I pleaded with the sergeant to see if there was anyway possible to make a quick call home. I explained to him that I had been speaking with my mother on the phone when he summoned me out of the dorm, that I thought that it was for my clothing issue, and that she was probably at home in anguish waiting for me to call back. I implored in vain, though. We walked to the segregation unit and he handed me over to the building’s CO. While I was being escorted to a cell, I asked him about the phones in segregation and he explained that it would probably be the next day before the phone was rolled out. My eyes briefly closed and I shook my head slowly in a negative gesture – in disbelief. I could just picture my mom wondering why I was not calling back and could not get that out of my head — I sighed and my heart ached. I stepped into the cell and the CO secured the thick metal door behind me.

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

One’s journey through life can be hindered by detours that cannot be avoided. While a path closes, another one opens. We oftentimes choose our own but it is when one is chosen for us, and how we decide to handle it, that it will still take us to our destination. This is the uncertainty of prison life.

Almost six months ago, on the evening of September 26, 2018, my stay in prison would take a sudden turn, again. I was in my cell mingling around that night around 10 p.m., while my bunkmate, along with other guys, were in the dorm’s dayroom doing about their business — probably watching TV, playing cards or just socializing. I usually like to take advantage of any opportunity that I have to be alone in the cell. I would close the thick metal door, and then enjoy the peace and quiet found inside which can be a rarity in prison life. Suddenly, I thought I heard the building CO (Correctional Officer) call my cell number: 233 Top! (I slept on the top bunk). I immediately sensed that something was not quite right.

My cell was located on the top range towards the far end of the dorm. With all the noise outside of my cell, I thought that maybe I hadn’t heard right. I open the door and stepped out of my cell. A few guys waved their hands to get my attention and told me that the CO was calling for me. I hurried downstairs to her desk. She saw me approaching her desk and knew who I was. “Fiek, you’re 233 Top?”, she said. I nodded with a “Yes ma’am.” “Pack all your property, you are being transferred,” was her reply. Transfer? I was shocked, to say the least.

The GDC can randomly transfer anyone at any time for “population redistribution.” That’s what they call it. They claim that S.O.P (Standard Operating Procedures) states that inmates are routinely moved to another facility after a certain amount of time spent at one prison. Although I have never seen the policy on paper, with some sections of the S.O.P available to us in the prison’s law library, that time frame varies depending who in administration you question. But regardless of what they say or policy mandates, one thing that I do know for sure is that your average inmate does stay in the same facility for several years. That’s what I have observed during my years of incarceration, and in the six facilities to which I have been assigned. I personally know many men who have been at the same facility for over 10 years. I would rather be left alone, and stay in one place and not be moved around as a commodity stored in warehouses. With good reason, some prison reform advocates call the prison system in this country “human warehouses.” (But I’ll get into that subject sometime in another post). Nevertheless, I also personally know of a very few men who have been in the same facility, same dorm, and same cell for over 15 years. That would be my preference. I’ve done enough moving around growing up. As a friend mentioned to me, “being suddenly uprooted from an environment and plunked down in a new one must be upsetting and unsettling.” Yes, that’s how it feels.

Some men submit a request, that may or may not be approved, to be transferred to another facility for diverse reasons – a fresh start, new environment, fresh faces, or for a class or trait program available at another prison. Meanwhile, others may be transferred for disciplinary reasons or other security concerns. And there are many factors that determine to which facility you will be going such as security level, length of sentence, crime, disciplinary history, or classes/programs needed to be enrolled among other factors. In many occasions, some inmates are just plunked down wherever there is an open bed without taking in consideration of any factors previously mentioned.

Still, however, my inevitable transfer to another facility didn’t make sense to me, or to any of some of the other guys in my dorm who were just as puzzled as I was upon hearing the news. After all, I did not request a transfer, I’m not and never have been a disciplinary problem nor a security concern. Many questions ran through my mind as I headed back to my cell to pack-up: Why was I being transferred? Where was I going? I had been at the facility, Dooly State Prison, for almost six years and I was seeing myself there for many more. I was involved in assisting in whatever capacity needed, and was assisting the Chaplain with the Hispanic worship services and the Catholic ministry. I was also the Kairos community leader, which is a ministry of men of faith. Additionally, I was enrolled in a class called Statewide Lifers/Long-Term Offender Program which was six months in length and I only had about five weeks left to graduate. Upon completing that class, I would automatically be enrolled in the Pathfinders program, enabling me to become a GDC mentor to other offenders within the department.

It took me a while to pack up all that I have. It was around midnight by the time the building’s CO did an inventory of my property. I then had to take it to intake to be stored and then wait for the bus. There was around 12 of us who either were being transferred or going to back to their respective county of conviction for a court hearing. The sergeant on duty advised us that it will be between 3 or 4 a.m. before the bus arrived. Transfer nights are usually on Monday and Wednesday nights. Technically, we don’t leave until early the next morning but an inmate who is going somewhere is notified between 10 and 11 in the evening to have ample time to gather all belongings and for the COs to complete all paperwork. That was the reason why I sensed something out of place when my room number was called that late in the evening.

I found out I was being transferred to Coffee Correctional Facility. A private prison owned and operated by CoreCivic, formerly known as Corrections Corporation of America, a for profit organization. I have only served time at state facilities but never at a private one. I had mixed feelings concerning private prisons based on what I have read and from shared experiences by other inmates who have been assigned to these private facilities. The GDC contracts with two private companies who operate four facilities in Georgia which houses state inmates. But my biggest concern, and probably the first thing that came to mind, was the distance. I already knew where the facility was. Coffee Correctional Facility is located in Coffee County, in the small town of Nicholls, Georgia. That’s about a 4.5 hour drive for my family , each way, down I-75 South and through several rural roads. That bothered me tremendously. Needless to say, the ride in the GDC transfer bus was long, and I was still trying to make sense of my transfer out of Dooly. And the uncertainty of my “new home” and what kind of environment I will find myself in made me a bit anxious.

What would disturbed me the most, though, was that soon after arriving to my new home, and while being processed, I would learn the reason given for being transferred out of Dooly. It now made sense. For whatever reason, someone wanted me gone — some people just have hate – evil – in their heart.

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

I was disgusted several weeks ago, and it was certainly not the way I wanted to start a day. Perhaps some individuals are right on point when they say that it is not good practice to check your emails or messages so soon after waking up. A bad habit I’ve gotten into the routine of doing every day since I began using the email services provided by JPay. And certainly what an email may contain can either ruin or brighten ones day — at the very least, it sets the mood.

So it was an email from JPay that welcomed me to a new day, and it sure did set the mood not just for that day but for other days to come. It was advising all inmates within the Georgia Department of Corrections (GDC) that the DOC had revised its policy concerning the JPay email services ( S.O.P. 204.10 Offender Use of the Goal Device (tablet) and JPay Kiosks). “Effective 10/4/2018, you will only be able to have email correspondence with individuals who have been approved and added to your Approved Visitation/Email List. This Approved Visitation/Email List may contain up to 12 loved ones”, the August 9 email said. My jaw dropped.

I was dumbfounded, to say the least. This new policy meant that no longer would just any individual out there – “the free world” – would be allowed to communicate or reach out to me or anyone else serving a sentence in Georgia via the JPay email services. This also meant that I would have to add those individuals who I currently email with to my permanent visitation list despite the fact that they may not actually ever visit me because of distance or other factors. Needless to say, other than my direct family members of course, overtime these individuals have become extraordinary friends and even mentors. While I’ve met most while incarcerated, they have ALL provided support and encouragement. I couldn’t be thankful enough that they are part of my life.

That particular morning in August was somewhat chaotic as many men in my housing unit, and surely around the whole facility and other ones around the state, scrambled to find out more information about the policy change and the ‘Email List’ that the message mentioned. “You will need to complete the Facility/Center Email List form and provide it to your counselor”, the email said. So as soon as I saw my counselor that morning, and others throughout the day, not a single one new what I was talking about. Email List? On visitation list to be able to email? The other men who also asked counselors and senior staff members got the same response. No staff member at the facility, Dooly S.P., new anything about the new policy. The only consistent response that we all pretty much received was, “We’ll look into it.” I was not surprised, though.

Over my years of serving time I have learned that there’s plenty of miscommunication between departments within a facility. And I have been assigned to a handful of state facilities over the course of those years and not one is a stranger to the lack of communication. So I would not be surprised at all when the GDC would change or implement new policy without acknowledging it first to each facility’s administration, or department, before notifying the inmate population as in this case.

At Dooly, it took almost three weeks to let us know how the new policy was going to be implemented. Three wasted weeks considering that we had a deadline of until the end of September to make changes or add individuals to our visitation list. It included in obtaining the necessary forms, mailing them to those we wanted to add to our visitation list, have those individuals fill them out and getting them notarized, and finally mailing the forms back to the facility for processing. It would also involve doing a background check of each individual submitted which, from past experience, it easily takes the staff member assigned to the task up to a month or more to complete. According to the email and the new policy, it said, “Due to this policy change, you will be allowed to make changes to your Approved Visitation/Email List from now until the end of September. Another opportunity will be available in November.”

I knew from the start that there was no way the forms and background check could be processed by the October 4 deadline. The counseling department, who would he responsible for handling the paperwork and entering the necessary information into the system, is already short on staff. Each counselor carries a heavy case load. And now they were being asked by the GDC to process additional forms and background checks of family members and friends submitted by hundreds of inmates who would want to continue communicating with them through the email services. (Dooly has an inmate population of around 1,600). All in just a three or four weeks span? There’s no way, I thought.

So after almost three weeks of uncertainty, counselors finally started going to each housing unit at the facility with information about the new policy and with the necessary forms. There we were told something completely different than what the email we received said. We were advised that we would only be allowed to email with five people (not 12!) that must be in our approved visitation list, and that the deadline to submit all the necessary forms was September 12. What? We, and our family members and friends, were only being given about two weeks to do everything we had to do to submit all the paperwork in time. Additionally, we were also told that we wouldn’t be able to make any changes to our visitation/email list in November. Have the staff at Dooly read the new directive coming from the GDC bureaucrats?

What we were told that day disturbed me. Now, we were also being told that, in other words, we had to choose – or force to choose – between family members and friends, only five to email with. That took an emotional toll on me since I have enjoyed the ability to communicate with all of them through the email services. Yes, we always could keep contacting each other through snail mail. But the benefits of maintaining contact through email outnumbered those of traditional mail. It allows us to have swift access to anyone by the click – or touch – of a key. At the same time, it gives us a sense of connectivity to the free or outside world. Can anyone out there imagine life without email and reverting to snail mail to keep in touch with loved ones? Once you’ve been given a taste of it and have enjoyed it for a few years now, I find it difficult to let go. So, at least for me, it was a difficult decision to make because everyone who I email with contributes in their on way to how I’ve been able to handle my time in prison.

I’m a Spiritual person so I always leave and handle everything through prayer. And an answer to my prayers came almost a week later when counselors began going to every housing unit advising us that they had made a mistake. They acknowledged that it wasn’t just five people that we would be allowed to email with but up to twelve. We were all given extra forms to submit if needed, and we were also given an extra five days to mail those forms to whoever might need it, fill them out and get them notarized, and have them mail it back for processing. (Not enough days if you ask me). The news brought much relief, though, for the reason that now I could keep emailing with everyone and was no longer in the position of having to choose who to keep in my email contact list.

On October 4, the dreaded deadline, we received another email advising us that the new policy will now be “put into effect on 1/2/2019.” Finally, I thought, someone within the GDC came to his or her senses. The new email also said, “Its important to use this time wisely to submit your updates to your Counselors as soon as possible to ensure no one is overlooked. You will be allowed to make changes to your Approved Visitation/Email List from now until the end of December 31, 2018. The next opportunity to make changes to your Approved Visitation/Email List will be available in May of 2019.” The email couldn’t be more clearer so now its a matter of whether the staff at the facility or other facilities would understand it and follow the directive.

I’m not sure if I can make sense of the need for the policy change concerning the emails. The JPay email service has a number of security features and, additionally, it can be monitored. It includes an algorithm that flags thousands of key words and phrases that alerts someone within the GDC to review an email before it reaches the user. In my own opinion, and from a security stand point, its safer than traditional mail. Anyone out there can use traditional mail services to contact any inmate in Georgia or in any state. That cannot be stopped because of federal law. However, the DOC may search the contents of any incoming mail and, if necessary, read it. Although I’m certain that reading or reviewing every piece of mail that comes into a facility on a daily basis must be a difficult task to undertake. The same applies for our outgoing mail — inmates can write to anyone. So if anyone, complete strangers, can contact us through traditional mail, why can someone be allowed to open a JPay account and sent as an email?

Regardless of when this ridiculous updated policy takes effect or the reasons for its implementation, one thing is for sure: The new change enables further isolation from the outside world of those that are trying to serve their time. I have read countless articles and reports about the need for contact with family and friends in order to assist with rehabilitation and, eventually, reduce recidivism upon release. And counselors emphasize during review periods the importance of having and maintaining contact with our loved ones. The new procedure just seems counterproductive. I don’t have internet access, and what’s available in the inmate library is very limited, so I can’t provide recent reports or articles. But I hope that whoever reads this, can provide links in the comments section to this post.

I acknowledge that the new email policy is not cutting us out completely as some people might point out. But I do believe that it might be a first step towards tighter control. I hope and pray that this is not the case. Peace.

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

1:50 pm. That’s the time my dorm was called to dinner on this nice but hot Sunday afternoon. Dinner! Not lunch. We were the first dorm to go, and they were done feeding all dorms by 4pm. And it sure caught everyone by surprise.

Feed-off usually begins here at around 2:30 just about everyday so I’m not certain of the reasoning behind starting this early — not that they have to give us one, though. They usually do what they want anyway. (When I say ‘they’ I refer to prison officials). And consider that the only other meal that we had today was breakfast at around 6 this morning. That’s right. No lunch on the weekends.

Since the start of my stint in prison, the DOC only provided three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner, on Mondays through Fridays. On Saturdays and Sundays we only had breakfast and dinner. Then, a few years ago, between 2007 and ’08 ( can’t remember), the DOC decided to change from a five day work week to a four day work week as a way to save money. That meant that only essential staff worked on Fridays. It also meant that inmates did not have to work, save kitchen detail guys, and there was no programs to attend. So Friday was pretty much treated as an off day, except no visitation — it was the beginning of our three day weekend.

I also remember that when I began serving my sentence, the amount of food on our trays were a bit more satisfying. There was also more variety in the menu on all meals. But as years went by, the rations served got smaller and the variety in the menu began to gradually vanish. If I’m not mistaken, the DOC is supposed to give us between 2000 and 2300 calories per day. There is no way in the world that we are actually receiving that calorie intake per day with the amount of food the average inmate receives on a daily basis. Much less on the weekends when only two meals are provided. A person of sound mind would say that since we only have two meals maybe the portions served would be more adequate. Nah! It does not make a difference with the DOC. In fact, depending on the menu for the weekend, those portions seem smaller.

I want to emphasize this: The issues with the meals that I’m pointing here are across the board — at all DOC facilities. One thing that does vary is the chow call schedule with some institutions starting before 4 pm and others afterwards. To be fare, I do want to point out that feed-off time is quite hectic specially at large facilities. Is not just a stressful and tense time for the inmates but also for the staff. Rowdy inmates take full advantage of this time to show off.

Additionally, and also to be fair, inmates that have certain health issues are serve with special diets and others receive an additional snack (a.g. Milk, fruit, cereal). On those days when we receive only two meals, those same inmates receive snacks and a couple of sandwiches around mid morning. However, the inmates receiving those special diet trays or snacks are just a small percentage of the inmate population per prison. So this post concerns the average inmate as myself.

So whether we have dinner at 2 or 4 in the afternoon, does one not think that come 8 or 9 pm one is not going to be hungry? Specially young inmates in their 20’s or early 30’s? And consider that the next meal, breakfast, won’t be serve until sometime after 5 the next morning. This means that anywhere from 12 to 16 hours will go by before the next meal. Unless you are fortunate enough to have the support from family and friends and are able to receive funds for some expenses such as the inmate commissary, many spend hours with a growly stomach. In the commissary, one can purchase some hygiene items as well as snacks to supplement the meals provided by the DOC.

It saddens me to say that there are a number of inmates that are not as fortunate as I have been. Georgia, compared to other states, does not pay inmates for work that they do. We are completely dependent of family and friends. And it can also be a heavy burden on some families. I have been blessed that my family has been able to provide – albeit some difficult times – as well as with the support from friends and others that my family and I have received. I’m very thankful and, in the same way, I make an effort to bless others in need.

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

“You must be ‘saved’ to be able to share your testimony.” For a number of reasons, I was troubled by the statement made by a Kairos member as he addressed the community. Last month’s theme for our Kairos meetings was One’s Testimony. That is, to be able to share with others what God has done in one’s life. But what bothered me about those words was that, first of all, it involved injecting into the discussions one’s doctrine – opening a Pandora’s box, since some Christians approach salvation differently. It also alienates some men who may relate to God in different ways hence finding different pathways.

I’m all about unity – specially, Christian unity. But I also respect how other individuals worship, relate to or approach God — if they do at all. It gets under my skin when individuals feel that their way is the only way and everyone else is wrong. It strikes an even bigger nerve when these individuals want to attack or ‘correct’ another ones beliefs with baseless arguments or discussions. And they seem to suddenly forget the very thing they stand on – the Bible – when it says to not judge.

Over the course of the years of my incarceration, and even before it, I have encountered men and women of other faiths who have shown a sincere devotion to whatever their belief may be. Anyone may have ways to present that belief, such as in the form of a testimony or other ways. Nonetheless, whether one uses words or actions to show where they stand as a religious person, I strongly feel that it should be represented, first, by the way one carries him or herself and what one does as a result of their belief — there is no stronger testimony than that.

A few months ago, during our last Kairos Walk, some participants (candidates to become Kairos members) approached me during one of the breaks and asked me what did I get them involved in. When I inquired to their question, they said that the three outside volunteers seated at their table apparently had disagreements on some issues they had been discussing. And at times it apparently got somewhat ‘passionate.’ (The outside volunteers act as facilitators during the Walk, which lasts three and a half days and, upon completion, participants become life long members of Kairos). It saddened me that this men had experienced and witnessed a divisiveness between three Christian men during a time where what brings them together us men of faith should be a testimony of who we are not only as a community but as believers in Christ.

Kairos is a community of Christian believers where we should come together as one regardless of church affiliation. Psalm 133:1 says, “How good it is, how pleasant, where the people dwell as one!” If Christians are to fulfill what this scripture is telling us, then our focus should be to see pass any differences that we may have and focus in developing and strengthening a relationship with God. For us to do that we must know God. To know God, to get to God, it is our Christian belief that one has to go through Jesus Christ. In Christ’s own words, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father but through me.” This is what makes us Christians, this is the common core of our belief, and what should bring us together as one. In St. John 17, Jesus wants all of us to be one just as Him and the Father are one so that the world may believe who He is. It is when we fail to see pass any differences, as those volunteers did, and who belong to three different Christian churches (denominations), that we send a wrong message to the world.

Now, if we are to go through Christ to get to God, then we must know, accept and commit our lives to Christ. It is then, when we convert, that our lives changes. Some Christian denominations call this conversion as having been ‘saved’ or ‘redeemed.’ There is no question or doubt that all who believes in Him might not perish but might have eternal life (St. John 3:16). However, we need to be mindful and respectful in that different Christian denominations approach this salvation differently.

Since Kairos is an ecumenical setting, that is, for all Christians, we have a medley of men who have been brought up and belong to different denominations. Although a large number are members of one of the many mainstream Protestant churches, one will find that other Protestant churches may also have different views when it comes to interpreting salvation. That same sentiment is found in other Christian churches such us Eastern, Greek or other Orthodox churches, or the Catholic Church. For the most part, Protestant churches see salvation as a one time commitment. On the other hand, for the Orthodox churches and the Catholic Church, as a consequence of that commitment, it is a continuous process – a life journey if you will – with directions and instructions to follow, and where one can loose that salvation if done otherwise. Needless to say, the commonality that we have, regardless of one’s approach or views on salvation, is that it started at one point in our lives. And how we live our lives should reflect the change person that we are … or ought to be.

In the 10th chapter of the Book of Acts, we are told when St. Peter was pondering on a vision he had and that then the Spirit came to him and spoke to him. Based on this revelation, Peter went and visited Cornelius, a centurion and an upright God-fearing man, who was directed by a holy angel to summon Peter. As Peter entered Caesarea, Cornelius received him by paying homage. Peter also realized that many people were gathered. He then addressed the crowd and reminded them that even though it is unlawful for a Jew to be with the Gentiles, he is there because “God has called him to call no person unclean or profane” (10:28). Peter then proceeded to ask why he was summoned. After Cornelius explains the apparition that he experienced while praying, Peter says, “In truth, I see that God shows no partiality. Rather, in every nation whoever fears him and acts uprightly is acceptable to him.” In a similar way, us too should show no partiality because what we share, and what we testify to, can change someone’s life. We are called not to alienate no one, since, by doing so, we ignore the very message given to us to love others as He has loved us (St. John 15:12).

That commitment also asks us to be obedient. It is because of the love that we have for Christ that we show obedience. That is true conversion — and a true conversion lasts forever. There’s no greater example of true conversion, than the story of St. Paul. As Saul, Paul was trying to destroy the church (Acts 8:3). Then in Chapter 9 of Acts, Paul is converted and subsequently baptized. I encourage anyone to read about Paul’s life and what he did as a changed man beginning with the Book of Acts. He not only became a great missionary, but he exemplified true conversion. He wrote a third of the new testament. He told us how we should live in the Spirit, and spoke of the fruits of the Spirit. Paul also acknowledged that he had weaknesses (2 Cor. 12:5) and that he carries a “thorn in the flesh” (v. 7). Like Paul, we too carry thorns which could mean worldly handicaps such as physical temptations or moral struggles. In 1Cor. 9, he says, “Every athlete exercises discipline in every way. They do it to win a perishable crown, but we an imperishable one. Thus I do not run aimlessly — I do not fight as if I were shadowboxing. No, I drive my body and train it, for fear that, after having preached to others, I myself should be disqualified” (vv. 25-27). He further says in chapter 10:12, “Therefore, whoever thinks he is standing secure should take care not to fall.” And, lastly, he also tells us, “I have competed well — I have finished the race— In have kept the faith. From now on the crown of righteousness awaits me, which the Lord , the just judge, will award me on that day, and not only me, but to all who have longed for his appearance” (2 Tim. 4:7-8).

Whichever one’s approach to salvation is, that believe should be exemplified in the way one lives their life just as Paul’s life did. Anyone can say that he or she is saved, is being saved or has been redeemed. But until your actions, your works, show who you are in Christ, I will question that commitment to Christ. Why? Because others will — the world will. God can see the sincerity of one’s heart. But one shows that sincerity to the world with their works. We can share our testimony with other people. But if our way of leaving does not reflect who we are in Christ, what our beliefs are, then that testimony will fall on death ears.

We all fall short according to Paul. Our Christian life is indeed like a race where we will encounter obstacles. Our goal is to finish that race, to pick ourselves up when we fall, and others along the way, so that we can inherit an imperishable crown when we cross the finish line.

This is not about who’s interpretation of Scripture is right or wrong. This is not about TELLING others who you are, what you believe in or what God has done for you. To the contrary. This is about SHOWING others who you are, what you believe in and what God has done for you. That should be one’s testimony. If you are not showing then it negates the telling. “Be doers of the word and not hearers only” (St. James 1:22).

By: Gunther Fiek

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

I want to thank those who comment or give me feedback on my posts. It is always encouraging when I hear from someone. I wish I had a chance to reply to any comments left but I have no internet access. However, Bob is kind enough to send me a copy of any comments left. A while back ago, I remember asking Bob whether anyone was reading any of my post. He advised me that he tries to share my post with others through different social media platforms that he is active on. I was much obliged for that and for his efforts.

HEAT

The warm weather is upon us as is the scorching summer months. With it comes the one thing we have here in the South that I could never get used to: humidity. It certainly adds some degrees to the thermometer. I remember being able to escape it by staying indoors and enjoying the air-conditioning (AC) or jumping in the pool to refresh the body. We have neither one of those in prison. That’s right. No AC! At least not in the living units.

While there is AC in the administration buildings as well as in the chow hall (at some facilities — not all), we lack that amenity in just about every housing unit at most facilities within the DOC. Yes, it gets very hot and it is difficult to stay cool. Just about every maximum, close, medium and minimum security facility has no AC in the general population or segregation/isolation housing units. The exception being the three private facilities that the department contracts with to house some state inmates — a small percentage compared to the tens of thousands of inmates housed at state facilities.

Most housing units have exhaust fans located in the ceiling of the common area. Depending of the design of the dorm, it has between one to three of those exhaust fans. What they do is that they pull air – warm air – through vents and help circulate that air around thus throwing the hot air out. Does it help? Yes, it does to an extent. Some facilities have dorms that have industrial size fans mounted permanently around that helps with cool air. Some other facilities, however, roll some large fans to the dorm during the summer months. Nevertheless, as long as you sit or stand directly within the flow of air from those fans, you can find some relief from the heat.

Inside the cells it is a complete different story, though. The ventilation there is very poor. You open the window and nothing but very hot air comes in. But if you close the window, there is very little air circulation. If you are one of those inmates who have funds in your account thanks to family and friends, you are able to purchase a small personal fan from the commissary. You can only own one and it makes a difference inside the cell. And if your roommate has one too, you have been blessed. However, a great number of inmates are not as fortunate — specially if neither one of the roommates has a fan. Regardless of who has one, if you don’t own a fan it will get very hot inside the cell. You are nothing but a ball of sweat every night when you try to sleep.

Of course, it doesn’t help either that the water temperature in the showers is very hot. This varies at some facilities. At some, you can regulate the water temperature while at others you are at the mercy of whatever the administration has it set on. In most cases, the water temperature is always very hot. (Oh, how I miss a pool).

I’m very thankful that I have been fortunate enough to have a fan throughout my incarceration. I remember one time that my fan broke down in the middle of the summer. I couldn’t get it fixed so I placed an order for one and it took almost two weeks to get a new one. Those days without one were agonizing as were the 30 days I spent in segregation last summer without any fan (a story for another time). But it gave me more strength to endure those days knowing that there were others who have done some time, months or even years, without one. Anything is bearable if you are determined to put your mind to it. As the heat index rises within the next few weeks, I’m sure I will have more to share. Peace and blessings to everyone.

April 22, 2018

By: Gunther Fiek

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

Time passes by, and when one contemplates the days that are now gone, you suddenly realize that weeks have flown by. I guess that the fact that time rapidly passes by is good for one who is serving a sentence. I often tell other guys here that is doesn’t seem that I have served the number of years that I have … until I think about it. But taking it one day at a time, staying busy and keeping the mind focus on what I consider my priorities has allowed me to be numb to time.

YARD

We love yard call. Apart from exercising and being able to play sports such as basketball or soccer, it is also an opportunity to enjoy the fresh air and some sun. But it just seems that yard call has always been a thorn to the Department of Corrections (DOC). Lately, we have not been given yard call on a regular basis with the excuse that the facility is short staffed and that it jeopardizes security. And I’m not just referring to the facility where I’m currently at — it is a problem statewide. I say a thorn because, as far as I can remember, and at the different facilities that I have been, the department has never been consistent in calling yard call. Even when well staffed. Over the years we have been given a number of excuses to justify their reason for not calling yard call. But the main excuse used has always been ‘for security reasons.’ That excuse, to the DOC, allows them to avoid dealing with any grievances that may be filed by us or even potential lawsuits.

The US Supreme Court has ruled that we should be given, at a minimum, one hour of recreation time a day. However, the penological and well being of an institution comes first. So that’s what the DOC uses to ‘cover their back’ against any type of litigation as security overrides everything else. And, of course, no other explanation or proof needs to be shown to us mere inmates.

So, unless one has a detail (job), class or program to go to, you are stuck in your housing unit (dorm). Now, some issues arise because of this. For instance, it is against DOC policy for inmates to exercise inside the dorms. This rule, enforced by some officers and supervisors, is nonetheless policy. We are often encouraged by medical and our counselors to excersize regularly as a way to stay healthy physically and mentally. But if we are not allowed to exercise inside the dorms, and with yard time not being called, can someone explain to us – me – how are we supposed to stay healthy?

Another downside to the lack of yard call is the affect it has with the young inmates here – ninety babies! Lots of energy. Some how, though, that energy needs to be released. Without daily recreation time these young men will look for ways to release that energy and that has a direct affect to those other guys in the dorm. Yes, they can get wild. Very. They become a nuisance to the dorm — often times, by being disrespectful to the rest of the men in the dorm.

NEW FOOTWEAR

A some point early this year, or last year for that matter, bureaucrats in the Georgia Department of Corrections (GDC) came up with the bright idea to change the policy to where all inmates will no longer be issued or allowed to wear the DOC issued boots at any of the state facilities. Why? Not sure of their reasoning and of course we are not told. But speculation is that it was for either security or financial reasons. So a few weeks ago we had to turn in our boots and they were replaced with footwear that we inmates named as Krogs (Clogs in imitation of Crocs): ugly, bright orange rubber Krogs. Our new ‘Made in China’ footwear (So much for ‘Make America Great Again”) replaces the ‘Made In USA’ boots that were manufactured by inmates here in Georgia for the DOC and other state agencies. And with that decision also goes one of the few jobs that were available for us inmates serving time.

The Krogs brought some issues of concern. They have holes on top and around the sides. While the Krogs have been used for some time at certain county jails and at the private prisons contracted by the DOC to house some state inmates, at all those facilities the inmates are indoors. Inmates at just about every state facility go outdoors upon leaving their dorms to go to just about anywhere within the facility. These includes places such as the chow hall, medical, school, church, library … etc. etc. Apparently, in making a decision in changing the policy, someone did not take into consideration Mother Nature. Even on rainy days we must go outdoors when leaving our dorms to go to any of the places mentioned — and they are not short distances. Plus, if we run into a lock gate, we must stand in socking rain until a guard shows up to open it.

Nevertheless, apart from getting our clothes socking wet from the rain, we must now also deal with wet feet. As with the Krogs matter that we are now facing, several years ago a change of policy by probably those same DOC bureaucrats did away with the bright yellow raincoats all inmates were issued. So never mind the elderly inmate getting wet and risking the chance of catching pneumonia — or anyone who is sick. Rain or shine, if you want to eat, you have no choice but to go to the chow hall. The same goes if you want to attend one of the worship services, visitation with loved ones, or one of the required classes one must take. You will be wet as Flipper for at least a couple of hours.

I think the added cost in medical expenses in treating sick inmates may not be in the best interest of tax payers.

By: Gunther Fiek

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

It is my desire that all who read this post, my first of the year, have welcomed 2018 as I have: with hopes that many things will start falling into place. I feel that changes will be coming in areas of my life that I have been longing for and focusing on for the last few years. It’s hard to believe that we are already in February. So far, January has been a busy month as I began new responsibilities that only God opened up for me.

NEW JOB

Ever since entering the system, I have been blessed with good jobs — or, ‘details’ as we call an assigned job in here. For the most part, while at the various facilities that I have stayed at, I have worked in the education department, library and warehouse. All are details that many envy to be assigned to. However, since arriving at this facility, I decided that I needed some ‘me time.’ I figured that I would take a few months to focus on myself so I asked if I could be assigned to my housing unit – the dorm- as an orderly. Dorm orderlies usually are responsible for keeping the dorm clean and ready for the daily inspection. Many guys who just don’t want to be assigned to a detail, or for whatever reason the facility’s administration doesn’t want a particular inmate to have too much contact with inmates from other dorms, are also assigned as dorm orderlies.

Being assigned as a dorm orderly enabled me to stay in the dorm and do exactly what I wanted to do. I did help clean up, though, which most didn’t, and made sure that the dorm was inspection ready during the week. I have always paid attention to detail, even the smallest one, to the point of being methodical about how certain things should be done. One down side of being a perfectionist person is that it has flaws — it will either drive others nuts or narrow down the individuals who are willing to work with you … or even help you.

My intended ‘me time’ lasted far more than a few months. And since arriving at this facility I was constantly told by several other men (mostly Hispanic) that the education department was in need of someone who was fluent in English and Spanish to assist with the classes. But I kept passing the opportunity because I needed my ‘me time’ to devote to work in areas of my life that I wanted and needed to improve — something I couldn’t do if I were constantly working. Towards the end of the Christmas season I felt lead that it was time to move out of my ‘me time’ and that it seemed appropriate to start this year anew. So through a friend of mine, who has been working in the education department for many years, I was able to get an interview with the education director the first working day of the new year. I was tested and started working there almost immediately.

I work there Monday through Thursday pretty much all day until about 4pm. We all have a break around noon as we have to report back to our dorms right after lunch for midday count time. Then, if there are no delays with count, back to work around 1:30 pm.

My main responsibility is tutoring students who struggle with Reading and Comprehension. Although I work with all who need to improve their reading score, most of the students that I work with are Hispanic. But with them I do more than just reading and comprehension. Language, too. Actually, all the basics in English, as I have to work with them in pronunciation, writing and in building their vocabulary. Some of the Hispanic guys can actually speak some English, and they can also understand most of what I read to them. The education department at all GDC facilities only offer the opportunity for inmates to obtain their GED – the High School equivalency exam. Other than the inmates earning their GED, there are no other opportunities for advanced diplomas in Georgia.

KAIROS

I have previously mentioned in another post that I’ve been a Kairos member for the last three years or so. Kairos is a Christian ministry offered at most GDC facilities and run by outside team of volunteers in conjunction with the facility’s Chaplain. It is supposed to be ecumenical — a place where inmates, regardless of what church they belong to, can come together to pray, share and fellowship with one another.

Every year a Kairos community leader is selected from among its members — the Chaplain has final approval of the chosen leader. Last year, around mid September, I was approached about becoming the next community leader for 2018. I was honored, of course. But I admit that I did have some reservations about accepting the position primarily because of the commitment and responsibility. I prayed about it.

Since becoming an active member in the community, I did noticed how Kairos, here at Dooly, was not being run completely in accordance with the program manual provided by Kairos Prison Ministry International. Many areas were neglected. It was not ecumenical. Some Christians who belong to certain churches did not feel welcomed. There was no unity among its members. At times, I myself felt uncomfortable even to the point of renouncing it – but I persevered. I tried my best to ignore anything that would make me stumble. One thing that kept me going is something someone told me: if I can shut out or filter out some of the things that are said and done that may go against my Christian beliefs, and if my presence there and what I share might make a difference in at least one individual’s life, then it’s all worth it. I’m glad that I shared my struggles with Deacon Jim, who comes here for our Catholic ministry, and for the advice he gave me. My intentions are indeed to make a difference in one individual’s life (and hopefully more) … and the community.

While I was still trying to decide, through much prayer, whether to accept the leadership position or decline it, the community leader at the time was transferred to another facility. So I was again approached by the Chaplain’s aides. This time they asked me to consider becoming the interim leader for the remainder of the year. They said that it would give me the necessary experience – and to see how things work – should I decide to become the leader for this year. I was also given the full liberty to decide on whatever changes that I thought were necessary to improve Kairos at this facility. To me, it was a sign to my prayers being answered.

I accepted and became the interim community leader, and I immediately began to work on the much needed changes. I spoke to some guys who were active Kairos members while at other facilities as well as some individuals here. They gave me plenty of feedback and suggestions. I had a few meetings with them, and with the Chaplain, throughout my interim period. And I determined that I, in fact, can make a difference in this community.

So I began this new year as the Kairos community leader for the next twelve months. It has certainly been a challenge. But I will share more about it in another post.

That was my January. And despite working in the education department as an aide, I still continue to help clean up the dorm.

By: Gunther Fiek

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

Our six day Christmas weekend began, in a way, on Thursday. I say that because the Warden pretty much canceled all activities on Thursday since the staff was to enjoy a Christmas concert performed by Nu Release, a group of very talented and musically inclined inmates that were handpicked by the Warden among the population through an audition to be part of the band — the Warden’s band. TVs came on early in the morning to our delight (usually they don’t come on until 4:30 pm on weekdays) — an indication that our long weekend had officially began. Many inmates, however, had been looking forward to Friday.

Friday arrived and with it came what many look forward to in December: the Warden’s Christmas package. A bag of various commissary goods with an average total price range of around $15. Each of the roughly 1600 inmates at this facility received one. We also received a box of chicken tenders from Zaxby’s and a small bag from the chaplain containing donated toiletries. (I do want to emphasize, though, before anyone screams misused tax payer’s money on inmates, that the Warden’s Christmas package and the chicken box is paid for by us – with the inmate benefit funds. That fund is partly funded with the profits made from the sale of goods from the inmate commissary and other profits made by other services available to us).

Nu Release, the Warden’s band, did a concert for the inmate population that morning. They played a mixed of R and B songs along with some traditional Christmas themes. I must admit that, since its creation about a couple of years ago, it was my first time seeing them. I was impressed. Some of the inmates that are part of the band were musicians out there before coming to prison. They were all indeed talented and I could tell the Warden takes pride in them. Although I did enjoy the concert, three hours in a packed gym was a little too much for me. All those who attended the concert received a small bag of popcorn. We do love popcorn!

Many guys spent Friday afternoon exchanging the goods that they had received in the package. Many cooked meals, ate their Zaxby’s chicken, and a few even misused the goods that they so graciously received or their chicken box to purchase things or spend it in a way that I will not discuss here. So what many waited so anxiously for December was all gone between Friday and Saturday. And just like that it was all over, and back again to the somber mood that accompanies this time of year — or every day of one’s life in prison. For many, everything we received was their Christmas.

Aside from a few Christmas decorations in certain areas within the facility, I have not seen a Nativity scene. I haven’t heard much about what Christmas is all about within the inmate population — there isn’t much talk about the real reason for celebrating Christmas. All I’ve heard for the last few weeks was the anticipation of when we would receive the Warden’s Christmas package and how big it would be, and whether we would get a chicken box or not. Since I’m my dorm’s inmate representative, I would be constantly asked if I have heard anything about it to the point of being annoyed. My concern — my focus — was different.

But it dawns on me that what December brings about is not much different out there, the free world, than it is in here. People focus on get together with friends and coworkers throughout this period. Gift exchanges, decoration, baking and cooking — all fruits of the planning that goes along with the occasions. Then comes the gathering of family and close friends for Christmas Eve and Day — certainly an exhausting month. It seems that many just celebrate Christmas as part of their culture or tradition — just going with the flow and allowing the current to take control of one’s life. I marvel to the thought of how many actually pause for a moment to consider what originated the Christmas season in the first place. Or how many actually read stories on the history of Christmas – the birth of Jesus, and if any individual or families pick up a Bible and read the Nativity narrative in one of the Gospels. What about just contemplating on a Nativity scene? After all, the image of what it represents is worth a thousand words.

I recently read an editorial in Our Sunday Visitor Newsweekly, OSV, (Dec. 24 – 30, 2017) where it said, “Our goal is not to do away with the rituals and traditions that have come to define Christmas for us, but rather to realign them so that they are in the proper place. We offer gifts to loved ones to express our love for them. We gather with family to celebrate relationships. We bake and decorate to create an atmosphere of joy. But it’s only when we welcome the babe in the manger into our homes and our hearts that our gift-giving, family gatherings and traditions make sense.” If not, then we are simply just lost and swept away in wrong directions. And just like the atmosphere here, after the 25th, it’s all over … back to our regular routines.

When I was growing up in my home country of Peru, I remember one tradition that many families had was setting up the Nativity scene in early December without the baby Jesus on the manger. Yes, an empty manger. We would get together on Christmas Eve for dinner and then, at midnight, as we all welcomed the 25th with ‘Feliz Navidad’ and warm hugs, someone would place the baby Jesus in the manger. It was then, at that moment, that we welcomed Jesus into our homes and hearts. For a brief moment, we celebrated the very reason why we were gathered in the first place. It was surely a moment where we contemplated in the imagery of the Nativity scene the meaning of the greatest gift that anyone can receive.

I still have vivid memories of those days in my mind. With each one of those moments lived, seeds were planted and today they are flourishing the fruits of where I stand today as as man of faith and beliefs. Beliefs — convictions — that allow me to experience the Christmas season as a religious season and not a secular celebration.

Over the last few weeks my concern – my focus, as I mentioned earlier, has not been about the Warden’s Christmas package or a chicken box. It has been about living and experiencing the season for what it actually is and not for what it has become. I have been trying to do just that. The Christmas season started four weeks ago with Advent (Dec. 03) — a time for joy, hope and repentance as we prepared to celebrate the birth of Christ. Then comes Epiphany (Jan. 7) — the commemoration of Christ’s manifestation to the Magi and, finally, the Christmas season culminates the following day with the celebration of The Lord’s Baptism — the day on which Christ formally accepts his mission as the redeemer when he receives St. John the Baptist’s baptism of conversion and repentance.

As the OSV editorial emphasized, “Our intentions aren’t bad — it’s just easy to get caught up in the weeds that our culture is sowing.”

It is my hopes and prayers that all are experiencing a joyous Christmas season and may 2018 bring many blessings to everyone

By: Gunther Fiek

Posted by: Bob Chatelle

A few months ago, I started sending out a newsletter type email to some individuals who had subscribed to the JPay email service as a way to communicate with me. (The Georgia Department of Corrections, GDC, uses the JPay services as a way for our loved ones and friends to communicate with us). These emails were something additional I wanted to do aside from the posts on the blog. They were, in a way, somewhat more personal as I shared about my life within this place. But then I realized that it wouldn’t be fair for the rest of the individuals who have also been reading my blog, following my case and supporting me in different ways. So, with this post, I’m going to start a series of posts that I will call ‘Inside the Fence: Life Unhindered.’

This series of posts will allow me to share with everyone about the ins and outs of my life as I serve my sentence within the GDC. I believe it will also keep the blog a bit more active. I confess that I often struggle with topics for a post and it is a factor as to why I don’t post stories as often as I would like to. Although I feel that I do express myself better in my writing, I do not see myself as being creative enough to write on the subjects that I have come up with. Nonetheless, I do hope that with experience I’m able to surpass any factor that hinders my writing. Also, it is my goal to write on this series of posts at least twice a month.

I believe there is so much that goes on in places like this that the general public is not aware of. The GDC operates without much scrutiny, if any — I believe it is the crux to many of its problems. I desire to share those problems because they affect me – and many others – one way or another. And I’m not just referring to those serving a sentence. It also affects society as a whole thus the number of incarcerated individuals in this country — most of any other country in the world. There is definitely something not working with the justice and penal system. Harsh sentences will not solve any problems. I truly believe that if there is a need to reform the system, then any improvements should start in corrections — beginning with the individuals who work there.

So, by sharing my experiences and those of other guys in here, I hope and pray that it will be one stroke as we swim against the current that is the mindset of this nation: punishment. Unless that is changed, it will lead us nowhere and the flow of the system will remain the same.