Keep Lock: Life Behind Bars

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/28/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-1444-4 (sc)

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Special Acknowledgement and Thank You

Chapter 1 Sentencing

Chapter 2 Welcome to Rikers Island

Chapter 3 Keep Your Fucking Mouth Shut in C-74

Chapter 4 Arriving Up-North

Chapter 5 The Max Prison

Chapter 6 Prison workers

Chapter 7 The Gallery

Chapter 8 Dirty Urine

Chapter 9 The Gallery Officers

Chapter 10 They are going down

Chapter 11 The visit room clashes and Slashing

Chapter 12 Administration Changes

Chapter 13 Meeting of the Minds

Chapter 14 Lock Down

Chapter 15 The Gallery Bust

Chapter 16 The Gallery

Chapter 17 Mess hall slashing

Chapter 18 Packing up

Chapter 19 Parole Hearing

Chapter 20 Kirby Forensic and PSU

Chapter 21 SHU (Secure Housing Unit)

Chapter 22 School & Voc.

Chapter 23 The Hospital

Chapter 24 Rec (Yard and The Gym)

Chapter 25 On the visit

Chapter 26 Religious services

Chapter 27 Three inmates Exonerated

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Acknowledgement

First I want to give thanks to God All Mighty for keep me focus where I was able to complete another masgter peice. A shout out to my family and friends, Love you all. I want to thank all my fellow correction officers at Sing Sing, and across New York State, who I worked with over the years, and who I work with today, thanks for teaching me and educating me on how to handle myself in stressful situation. And although some politician thinks we deserve 0’s and our job is easy, brothers and sisters stay strong, alert, and brave. A shout out to all law enforcement, not just in New York State Corrections, but across that Planet, even in another time where there are criminals, stay strong. A shout out to all the Nursing Staff at Sing Sing who give the best professional care to injured officers. Shouts out to all my former co-workers at Manhattan Psychiatric Center (MPC,) stay safe. Although I’ve never worked at Kirby, I want to give a shout out to my former co-worker who went from MPC to Kirby Forensic, you to stay strong and safe. I want to give a special shout out to Dr. Hedrych, Dr. Galeno, Dr. Harrison and their Staff, with the professional care that officers receive after being injured on the job.

William (Dion) Kennedy

Darryl Gibbs

&

Lamont (Smooth) Hampton

R.I.P.

Love You Like

Brothers

M.I.C.J.

M.I.C.J. (Minorities In Criminal Justice) is an excellent, positive NYS Law Enforcement Organization that’s been founded by some very smart individuals who seen a way for African Americans within the department to network. It turned out to not only assist African Americans, but people of all race and all departments to come together and share ideals. Like the old saying, It’s good to know somebody.

These people I will truly miss and have much respect for:

Mrs. Lori Howard (In-Law)

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson (In-Laws)

Ms. Barbara Wright

&

Mrs. Vivian Long

R.I.P.

This Page is Dedicate

d to

All

Law Enforcement Officers

Everywhere

May God Keep Us Safe

Special Acknowledgement and Thank You

I want to take the time to acknowledge all the men and women at Sing Sing Correctional Facility, especially you in (A-Block) and all the other facilities across New York State who have grinded it out day in and day out, even as others don’t think we deserve it. Let them work in a correctional facility everyday and see how it is. Stand tall my brothers and sisters as we do what we have to do to keep each other safe.

Although nobody at work knew I was writing this book, I want it to be known, SPECIAL THANKS, to my fellow officer B. Winters who over the years have offered me all his support and expertise with his knowledge of computers and the important of networking with my prior books. A special shout out to M. Goffe, L. Davis, B. Joseph, L. Dorecy, K. Murph, S. Traylor, and E. Maldonado, these people I can turn to during rough times working, and know I’m going to get sincere feedback about working and life, wheather I want to hear it or not. Thank you for that.

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Chapter 1

Sentencing

Standing on line to get into the Manhattan court house was always a wait, because just about everyone had to go through a metal detector who wasn’t employed by the NYS court system. Some people were getting annoyed in the line, as one lady said, as she got off the line to stretch out her arms.

I’m tired of this waiting bullshit; my man was the most disrespectful mother fucker I know. He treated me like shit for the other bitch, now he needs me to represent his sorry ass in court when he comes out to see the judge, because the other bitch doesn’t want shit to do with him. He’s lucky I love his ass. Shit at least you’re not in the Bronx criminal court building where the line goes around the corner and the wait is three times the wait here, the lady said, who was standing behind the lady who was angry.

Marquez Johnson was sitting in a Manhattan criminal courtroom with his mother and grandmother waiting to be sentence on a robbery charge. Marquez was just turning eighteen, and was always committing crimes. He lived with his mother and grandmother in a housing project in Harlem, and they loved him dearly. Marquez just didn’t give a damn about nothing in this world, like a lot of other young teenagers. Him mother did everything she could for her only child. Marquez always felt since his mother left his father, he felt alone. Marquez didn’t care that his father was very abusive to his mother, and on two occasions his mother had to be hospitalized from his father’s beating. Besides the beating, his father was hooked on drugs, which Marquez hadn’t seen in years.

No matter what his mother, grandmother or friends did to help Marquez; he was always disrespectful, and seemed to not have a care in the world. He grew up with loving people who cared dearly about his well-being. Some neighbors felt Marquez got caught up with the pressure living in urban cities, where drugs, unemployment, and no education was a way of life for some teenagers. He was also hanging with the older crowd two times his age, which made matters worse.

Today would be the end of a behavior that was reckless and detrimental to his self and other kids Marquez age in his neighborhood, and the start of his life that could never be given back. Deep down inside his mother and grandmother knew the judge wasn’t going to let Marquez off the hook so easy anymore, because he had knew of Marquez disrespectful behavior to the only two people who loved him dearly.

During the pre-sentence interview Marquez showed disrespect toward his mother, grandmother and the pre-sentence probation officer. He also displayed a relentless negative disrespectful behavior, a behavior that will hunt him for the rest of his life. Marquez, told the probation officer doing the interview,

Bitch you isn’t shit. I wish that fucking judge would send me to prison. In fact, if he did, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass. I could do prison time on my fucking head. Let someone fuck with me in jail. I’m not scared of Rikers Island, he kept yelling out, as other probation officers came into the room to make sure their fellow officer was all right. Marquez then looked at his mother and grandmother and yelled,

Grandma, what the fuck you’re crying for, it’s because of you I’m in here. You let the police in the house when I was sleep. Marquez, stop yelling at your grandmother, how stupid can a person be. The police was standing right there watching you get dress, and you should have put on another pair of sneakers. Remember, it was you who tried to put on the sneakers that had weed and crack in it. That stuff you were selling. You looked stupid trying to put on sneakers filled with drugs. And even after we bailed you out, you still got arrested three more times, his mother would say in a low tone.

Marquez, looked at the probation officer, then his mother, and said,

Telling on me again, you fucking bitch, Marquez would yell, as he got up and walked out the room, leaving his mother and grandmother sitting there.

The probation officer was writing everything down. She felt sorry for Marquez mother and grandmother the way Marquez was talking to them. She would make sure she recommend Marquez do time, because she could tell his family was suffering with this behavior. Plus, the way Marquez was going, he could hurt one of them.

"I am very sorry to see a young teenager treats his family who loves him so much this way. I see it all the time. Unfortunately, in most cases, prison is the best answer for these wild teenagers. Try and make sure he comes back to court for his sentencing, the probation officer said, as Marquez mother and grandmother got up to leave the office.

Ms., please don’t send my grandson to prison, the older lady would say, as she left the office.

In the Manhattan criminal court building getting inside was always a process. It was lines of people trying to get in for their own court hearings or hearings of family and friends. Everybody except law enforcement officers with the proper identification had to go thought a metal detector. You had court officers doing searches of bags and NYPD officers brining in people who were arrested within the last twenty four hours, and State correction officers bringing inmates down from up-state correctional facilities for child support court hearings or to face new criminal charges for crimes that they were implicated in. You also had city correction officers brining in people with court cases.

The courtroom was packed as usual, with court officers, clerks, lawyers, other court personal, spectators and people sitting patiently waiting to hear cases.

Judge Bondman, who was the presiding judge in the courtroom, hearing criminal cases, was also a family man who tried to help teens that came from a working class family background that somehow had sparrow out of control. He was known to work with the parents who took the time out to come to court for their child or family member. He’ll place the teenager in some kind of outreach program where they could learn from their mistake, and to get an education. Some teenagers benefited from the programs and appreciated the help and got themselves together to live productive lives. And those who didn’t regretted it dearly.

Judge Bondman was black and was born and raised in Harlem, who too had his negative struggles in life, but got himself together and did what he had to do to better himself. Ever since becoming a judge he has presided over some of the most highly publicized cases in New York State History. And although he goes out his way to help families with troubling teenagers, he is also known as one of the toughest judges in the United States to get a sentence handed down by. His average sentences are fifteen years to life, and he once sentenced a twenty-year old man who was convicted of rape, kidnapping, arm robbery, murder and an assortment of other serious crimes to five hundred fifty years to life.

Judge Bondman was giving the task to preside over cases of young out of control teenager who were raging havoc in their communities. And with the high volumes of cases of teenage violence and gang violence Judge Bondman was handing down sentences that would put an individual away for a long time.

The first case Judge Bondman had was a young eighteen year old black teenager name Marquez Johnson who recently was convicted of a slew of felony charges. Marquez was convicted of robbery, assault, and drug sales. Time and time again Judge Bondman had given Marquez chances to clean up his act. He had sentenced him to a program where he can obtain his GED and get his life together. For some reason Judge Bondman seem to like Marquez, because if it was anybody else the person would have been doing hard time by his third arrest, and this was his sixth arrest in one year. Not to mention, three of the arrests were felonies and were after Judge Bondman had sentence him to a program. The fact that Marquez mother, and grandmother worked and did the best they could to support Marquez, played a major role in the way Judge Bondman handle the case. Ms. Johnson was at every court hearing; she had Marquez tested for behavior problems, sent him to different programs, enrolled him in individual and family counseling, got him a mentor, and even tried medication to slow him down, but nothing seem to work. The judge knew all this, and did whatever he could to assist in helping Ms. Johnson.

The prosecutor is this case is Ms. Wilma. Ms. Wilma was a strict assistant district attorney who was a no none sense prosecutor, and just couldn’t understand why Judge Bondman kept giving this young thug so many chances.

Your honor, just so you know, Mr. Marquez has been arrested again on first degree assault charges, even after being convicted of the other charges. And he’s now a member of a neighborhood gang. I would like you to reconsider the sentence of a drug program the court has agree to, because Mr. Marquez displays a menace to the neighborhood, and he has no respect for the staff at his school where he was mandated to attend. I also want the court to know that Mr. Marquez has put so much fear in his mother and grandmother that they can only do whatever he tells them to do. It was reported by his grandmother home attendant that he takes her money, and curses his mother out whenever she disagrees with him. If Marquez won’t respect the only two people in this world who loves him and takes care of him, then who will he respect, Ms. Wilma states in her opening statement.

Marquez, I can’t understand with all the love your mother and grandmother have shown you, why you would keep committing crimes, especially when time and time again I let you off the hook without bail and send you back to the program. Do you have anything to say before I impose sentence, Judge Bondman states, as he reads to himself the other arrests of Marquez.

Your honor, they are all lying on me. Nobody has seen me commit any crimes. I love my mother and grandmother, they know that, right mom, and nana, Marquez said, as both women put their heads down from the shame the way he’s been treating them.

Judge Bondman looked at Marquez and said, looking serious and straight into his eyes.

Marquez, I’m considering all the crimes you’ve committed and the pure disrespect for the law of New York. You’ve been convicted of robbery, assault in the 1st degree, and selling of drugs. I sentence you to twenty years flat. This will give you much time to get yourself together and find out who you want to be, and appreciate what life is all about. It also will give you time to reflex how disrespectful you were to the only people in this world who loved you the most. And I assure you, those will be the only two you’ll depend on and it won’t be long before you realized how horrible you treated them. Plus if you do your homework on your case, I’ll see you well before the twenty years.

Marquez was stunned. He couldn’t believe what the judge just said.

"Twenty years you’re giving me. How the fuck can you sentence me to twenty years you