I was in a Medium security prison in NM in around 2000. While I was there a double murder happened. Two guys were killed in two different units on the same night and were not discovered till morning.
As far as I know, no one was ever caught. So, the prison went into lock down. This is common and usually lasts 3 days to a week depending on the issue for the lock down. But administration was so freaked out by the killings and how they went down that they decided to change the prison into a Max over night.
The problem was that it was not set up to be a Max. No food ports in the cell doors, no cages in the shower, no recreation areas. I had been in solitary a few times before this for 2 weeks or a month, which was like a little vacation/rest.
But on this occasion, they actually came by with a cutting torch and welder, told you to go the back of your cell, put a wet towel over your head.. and they cut and installed the the food ports while we were in the cells. It took months to retrofit the whole prison. Other than one or two showers a week, we were in our cells for a solid 8 months before our dog runs/rec areas were built. I tried to go to committee
in order to go back to the line.... but because I had some issues about playing nice with others.. I was in that cell until the day I got out. 2 years in that box total. So, yes.. the other comments are spot on. I would lay on my side and read, and when my ear would get sore, I would flip over and give that ear a rest.
I ended up with blisters and scabs on my ears. Some of the things I was surprised by is that you can talk to the guy in the next cell through the electrical outlet. Also, although it was never something official, there is a sort of truce between races and gangs in the hole. On the line or general population you can not just hang out or associate with other races or ganges unless you are conducting business of some manner.
But in the hole, if the guy in the next cell was a soldier for the Mexican Syndicate, there was no issue with us talking through the vent or socket for hours about our families, our past, hopes for the future... whatever. There was also a sort of non disclosure agreement. I would never go back to the line and talk about this guys family issues and the like. I heard some of the most honest and heart full things from some of the most feared men through those vents and wall sockets.
It was also understand that no matter how “friendly” those conversations may have been, that back in population, it would be back to standard rules of engagement. For two years the only physical human contact I had was from time to time when I would put my hands though the food port to be cuffed for shower or rec, the COs hand would, by accident, brush up against my hand. I used to look forward to those brief moments of feeling the touch of another human.
One of the things that I later realized caused me to struggle was that on my release day, I went from that cell after two years, and within an hour of being considered a danger to humanity, I was sitting in a Steak House with my family. They wanted to give me a really nice first meal out.... but I could not even taste my meal because everyone in the place had a knife. I sat with my back to the wall, tensing up everyone time someone picked up a knife to cut their food. I will say though that those four walls broke me. After about a year in that cell, I knew I would not earn a living through crime when I got out and that I would go to college. I have not been a saint every day of my life after prison.
And I have been in jail a couple times for a day or two. But never back prison. Knock on wood. Most folks understand that there needs to be better rehabilitation in prison. But for folks getting out and for their families who love them, it would be really nice to get a pamphlet like ‘what to expect on the other side’.. or ‘your loved ones brain will be scrambled-good luck with that’ and maybe little tit bits like ‘day one, ease back into public places and large crowds - P.S. maybe no steak houses for a while.
I have seen the studies about how isolation like this effects your brain, and I think for about 2 weeks I did go insane off the deep end. But honestly, I have met people that I do not know any other way to stop them from killing other humans.
Some folks are addicted to drugs or sex. Some people a just hooked on killing and damaging other humans. One positive thing is that there is not much the world can throw at me that could break me, and no matter what I face.. it is really hard for me to say now that “Im having a bad day”
Dal Ellington