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Here’s special smile on a cop’s face when arresting somebody who he knows will be going away for a long time.

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Forlorn Hope, Part Five: Things Fall Apart

The date is Tuesday, August 9, 1967.

I am sitting in a solitary confinement cell in the Franklin County Jail, Hampton, Iowa - a condemned convict with three days to live before I hang. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me. And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway.

Shortly after drifting off to sleep on Monday morning, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap rapping on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear - open up or else. The man, whose name I would soon learn as “Pitbull,” was not amused by my hasty explanations, and demanded that I get out of the car. As soon as he saw the handcuffs - the goddamned bailiff’s handcuffs - the game was up, and I was up against the side of my car, face planted into glass. An unseen second officer undid my belt and dropped my ranger gear to the ground. Another set of cuffs went on - this time, behind my back on both wrists. I didn’t even have time to process that my fugitive flight was over - it just was.

I was frog-marched over to the lawn, unceremoniously pitched over on my face, and a set of leg irons applied. Fuck, I thought, they mean business. As I was hauled up a ramp and into the jail booking room, I caught a glimpse of a “Wanted by the FBI” poster on the bulletin board - with my face on it staring back at me. I could just make out “Interstate Flight - Infamous Crime Against Nature - Aggravated Battery of a Peace Officer - Escape” before they shoved me through a heavy grilled door into a holding cell. Two steel bunks, a small desk, and a toilet and sink - that was it.

“Back of the cell - hands on the wall - feet spread apart. NOW.”

What choice did I have? I complied, but evidently not fast enough.

“Move it, you little shit.”

Methodically, Pitbull stripped me down - as I unbuttoned my shirt, it occurred to me that this might be the last time I ever wear a ranger’s uniform, as opposed to an inmate’s uniform. I didn’t yet understand how right I would be.

All of a sudden, I was naked as the day I was born, and my clothes were on the other side of a steel gate. Evidently, mere nudity wasn’t enough, as he ordered me to show him every part of my body to prove I wasn’t smuggling anything into his jail. Smuggle something into the jail? I thought, as I coughed on the third squat and showed the guard my shaved asshole - I didn’t fucking think I was going to jail.

Satisfied that I was clean, Pitbull grumbled something about not waking the other inmates, before shoving an orange jumpsuit, cheap boxers, and a thin blanket through the trapdoor. I pulled it on, then knelt on the chair at his command - the leg irons went right back on. Then the door slammed, the lights went out, and I was left alone in a cold, dark jail cell for the first time in my life. Walking, stiffly, to the barred window at the back of the cell, I stared out at the dimly-lit alley for a few moments before curling up on the plastic mattress and trying to fitfully sleep. Had I taken my last breath as a free man?

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Arrested Again Part 7:

At this time, 2 years have passed. At this point jail was the new normal for me. I had forgotten about the outside world with the exception of an occasional visitor. One day I was teaching and this kid Mitch was being a real pain in the ass in the back of the classroom. He was the only person who ever disrespected me while teaching. I hated this little prick. He was probably 18 or so and only serving 30 days for shoplifting. I think it was arranged by mommy and daddy to teach him a lesson. Scott was in the classroom and had already told Mitch to shut up once. About 5 minutes later Mitch whispered “Man can’t wait to be out of here in a week. I’m sick of this faggot teacher.” I don’t know what came over me but I put down my book and marched to the back of the classroom. I yanked Mitch out of his chair by the chest and threw him on the ground. He was on his back and I just started punching him in the face. I think I got about 4 or 5 in and then I felt Scott tackle me to the ground. He kept his knee on my back to hold me down. He was also pointing his gun at the other prisoners and yelled “Everyone down on the ground! Nobody fucking move!” I heard two other guards barge in. Scott had his knee on my back and I heard him yell “Get him cuffed! Get him cuffed!” Out of the corner of my eye I saw the big bald head CO come over and get on top of me. I then heard him unclip his cuffs while he and Scott yanked my hands behind my back and then slapped the cuffs on me super tight. Him and Scott then yanked me up and dragged me out of the room. Scott on the right, the head CO on the left. They rushed me down the stairs to a room I had heard of but had never seen before. Solitary. They opened the first door on the left and threw me in with my hands still cuffed. I hit the ground hard on my belly and they slammed the door and locked it.

I laid there a couple minutes with my hands cuffed behind my back processing everything that just happened. Eventually I stood myself up and even though I was cuffed, I could tell there was blood on my hands. I’ve never hit anyone in my entire life. Has jail made me a different person? What came over me? I stood on the wall for a while wondering what was going to happen next. After what felt like a half hour the door opened and Scott was there with the head CO. I had remembered now his name was Roger. Roger then barked, “Let’s go inmate the warden will see you now.” Roger gripped me by the left arm, Scott by the right and they lead me upstairs. Once we were back in the main jail, everyone was sitting outside in the common area. They all watched as Roger and Scott perp walked me. I caught a glimpse at Mitch. I fucked him up good. He had a big black eye and a huge gash on his nose. Honestly, I didn’t feel bad. Little prick deserved it. They then led me down a long hallway I hadn’t been down before towards the warden’s office. They got the door and Roger knocked and I heard the warden yell “Come in!”

The warden was sitting at his desk. Talk about an intimidating and also attractive older man. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, had a handsome clean shaven face, and silver hair with a military style hair cut. He used to serve in the army and you could tell he was wicked hot when he was younger. Roger and Scott sat me in the chair in front of him pushing me down forcefully. The warden just looked at me and said “I already know the story so just tell me why you did it son.” I waited a few seconds and said “I don’t know sir. That kid has been rude to me since he got here and I guess anger just took over me.” He then looked me and said “I understand inmate. I cannot wait until that disrespectful brat is out of here. However, I cannot have inmates acting the way you did.” He then stood up and said “So here’s what you’re gonna do.” I was nervous as to what was coming next. “You’ve never been in trouble with me before and I don’t see this happening again. Don’t let me see you in here again. Understand?” He had a stone cold look on his face. “Yes sir. You won’t.” He then said “Good” and walked back to his desk. As he sat down he looked at me and said “However to make sure we understand each other, you can stay in solitary until tomorrow.” Oh fuck. “Get him out of my office!” he barked at Roger and Scott.

Roger and Scott then came and yanked me out of the chair. They marched me out of the office and down the hallway. When we reached the hallway Joe was just arriving for his shift. Joe said “Hey where’s he going?” Roger and Scott didn’t even stop. They were gripping me as hard as they could and walking as fast as they could. Once we passed Joe Roger laughed and yelled, “Mr. Teacher here is going in the hole until tomorrow.” We walked past all the cells and it was empty. Everyone was at lunch. We made it back downstairs and the pushed me inside the cell with my cuffs still on. The door then slammed and I heard them bolt it shut. There was a little slot on the door. It slid open and Roger yelled “Hands through the slot inmate!” I walked over and wiggled my hands through the slot and he removed my cuffs. He then yelled “Lunch is over so you’re gonna have to wait till dinner.” The slot then slammed shut and I was alone.

I looked around the room. There was literally nothing. A small cot and a toilet. That’s it. At least my cell had a little window so I could see into the rest of the jail. Not here. Just three white walls and one grey door. My hands were covered in dry blood. I spit on them to wipe some of it off but it didn’t help much. I laid on the bed and started to think. Isolation was honestly one of my biggest fears. I thrive on being able to interact and talk with people. I laid there for a couple minutes and then immediately got up and started to pace. After a couple minutes of this I started to just scream my head off uncontrollably. Eventually I tired myself out and collapsed in the corner and started to sob. Once I got myself together I sat back on the bed. Big Wayne wasn’t kidding. This was hell. He would know the best. One time he started a big fight outside and beat the shit out of one guy so bad the guy was in the hospital. He had to spend a whole week in here. When he came back he looked at me white as a ghost and said “Teach don’t ever get sent there. I almost lost my god damn mind.” I had already felt like I lost mine and I only had to spend one day in here. Finally dinner came through the and I ate it like I had never seen food before. After that I laid on the bed and just waited to fall asleep. All of a sudden the lights shut off and I could barely see my own hand in front of my face. I don’t know how long it took me to fall asleep. One hour? Two? There’s no telling time in prison but especially here. This truly was the worst part of my whole prison experience so far.

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