Railroading at it’s finest

The following is an excerpt from part one:

There are two Marthas at the Intake Service Center, both exceptionally sweet. One is a minister whom I had the pleasure of meeting at some of the services. The other one I never met, but Sid tells me of their association. She is present at the time he is threatened with solitary confinement for this recent “incident” and advocates for him after he is booked. The disciplinary board is not the least bit interested in Sid’s side of the story. They dictate that he refused to go to court. That entitles him to seg for twenty-five days. That is five days more than Riff Raff got for beating the crap out of him.

The two jerk-off C/Os accompanying Sid are joking and laughing the entire time. Sid speaks up, which does not endear him to the board. “You guys are laughing and making a joke out of this but it’s not funny. This is my life that you’re dealing with.” The mockery does not cease nor does anyone do a thing to prevent it. The board informs him that besides the twenty-five day term he forfeits any good time he may have accumulated.

There is a form to use if he cares to appeal. Sid notifies them that he cannot read or write. Martha steps in to offer assistance, which ultimately results in a reduced sentence of fifteen days. It could be reduced to one day and still make no difference. He was still not released after seventeen days without the lawyer’s intervention. It was no one’s intention to release him, ever.

Sid’s first seg cellmate, as expected, is supposed to smash him to smithereens. The preliminaries involve tiring interrogations. “Whadya do?” “Whadaya in faw?” Sid refuses to respond. The badgering persists and Sid gives in. “Child molestation.” The guy goes berserk. It is all part of the act. He flings his food tray directly at Sid’s face and the mess goes all over. Sid tells him that he knows about the plot to assail him but that he is innocent. He explains some of the outlandish details. In the next moment, his would-be attacker chucks a napkin at him. “Clean yourself up. I’m outta here.” He starts banging on the door like crazy. When someone finally responds, he announces,

“I’m not beating up an old man, especially not this one. Get me the fuck outta here.” They remove him. Sid is alone until the next day.