So I’m really hating this Pod. The tension sucks big time. These guys talk shit all Fucking day long. I know i’m not being very spiritual right now. Well i am doing my best ok. I can only say the Rosary so many times.
Any way I’m just fed up with the whole lot of them. I hope they’ll move me…Sure there will be one or two idiots in there. But its alot easier to ignore one or two, than it is to ignore eleven others…
Otherwise all is good. I keep to myself, and make my time as relaxed as possible. I read alot, which actually really helps pass the time. Like i said they talk shit Constantly. But i think they’re starting to get bored w/ me.
My level of maturity is on a whole different plain than theirs is. And they know it. They know that i’m not going to act out. So their shit talk is getting boring even to a few of them…
I like to read and Listen to my music and be by myself. More so than i realized. A couple of hours to stretch my legs is just fine. I’m not a big fan of eating breakfast w/ the other guys. It seems that guys are allergic to tooth brushes, and soap, water and deoderant.
Not me man 5:15 a.m. my ass is Butt naked, window covered and Birdbathing First thing in the morning. I Don’t even say my prayers until I’m clean. Teeth must be brushed before and after breakfast. Yuk i hate morning breath Gouls!
Hell I’ve even been known to give away Toothpaste, and tooth brushes First thing in the morning. “Here brush your Teeth and Tongue Dude!”
Told you I have issues.
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More from the deputy who knew Brents in jail: “the malice and instability that resided within him was so think it was nearly tangible”
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Reader: Even as meek as he tried to make himself appear, your skin would still crawl.
I remember Brent Brents. Vividly. No, I’m not one of his victims but I am one of the deputies, now former, who worked in a jail where he was held… I bought your book, a first edition, shortly after it’s release. I was profoundly impacted by Brent during the time he was in custody. He was not a large man but had a very unique presence and one that would raise the hairs on your neck. I would say I’m fairly adept at recognizing danger and comfortable defending myself, if necessary. I also had several inches on him as I stand about 5’10” and I believe he was about 5’7”, if I remember correctly. He was housed in a maximum security unit and was allowed out one hour each day to shower, exercise, or watch tv, by himself.
Even as meek as he tried to make himself appear, your skin would still crawl. There was something fundamentally broken inside of him and that intuition we all have that makes you recognize a dangerous situation would fire off regularly, even when he was locked behind a 2 inch thick metal door. Even other inmates, in maximum security, were bothered by him.
Incidentally, he was right about one thing, the other inmates did want to kill him. We had a few really bad guys in that unit during that time. There is a hierarchy in jail, as I am sure you are aware. Child molesters are on the bottom of that with rapists being one step above. Since Brents was both, and notorious, you could say his reception was not exactly warm.
-Name withheld by request
November 14, 2018
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Reader: I wish I could have saved Brent Brents when he was a little boy
Comment: Dear Amy,
I just watched the Ted Talks video about Brent Brents. I’m in tears for that little boy. My heart is broken for him. I’m sitting here, feeling like I want to do something, but I’m not sure what. If there is anything I can do, anywhere I can volunteer, any way to let Brent Brents know that people care about him, please let me know. If I could save ALL children from any and all abuse, I would. I wish I could have saved Brent Brents when he was a little boy. It just breaks my heart. Thank you, Amy, for shedding light on this, and for your work. But, really, if there’s away to not forget Brent, and to let him know he is cared about, please let me know.
Time: September 10, 2018 at 8:57 am
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I’m the only sex offender in this pod.
So yes i’m stressed out big time. I’m the only sex offender in this pod. There are 5 guys who tolerate me, the rest would like to fuck me up, Their words.
Well i promised you i’d not fight back if i could help it. But if someone comes in my cell i might have to. I will try awful hard Amy. But if its a matter of getting hurt real bad, i’ll have to protect myself. U know my faith, i’ll turn the other cheek if i can. Hell i’ll even run from the fight if i have to. 🙂
My fear is not about getting beat up for a minute or so. Its losing every thing i’ve worked for… staying off admins ” screw up ” radar. I just want to live a quiet life.
But intel hung me out to to be a target in this ” soft ” pod. Becouse i’m not only the only sex creep, or chomo as they love to refer to me as. But some of these guys still act like they are active gang members. I could check in from the check in pod. But what would that accomplish.
I’m just tired of the hate, but i didn’t give those i hurt any choice about the hate and pain i put them thru. So why bitch and whine right. So i’ll deal w/ the sick stomach, the headaches, and constant motor mouthing and U should die looks. Besides its loud in here so i dont mind spending more time in my cell than being out in the day hall.
I just hope one of these idiots doesn’t try to bully me by stealing or taking my stuff. That will lead to violence. I will not put up w/ it period. I hate bully’s…
Dont worry i’ll curl up and or run away from a fight unless its in my cell. Thats the worriesome one as far as a fight goes. Too easy to get hurt bad.
I will be a weak little sissy, curl up in a ball, run, bow down, lose face, whatever it takes to avoid violence
I’m hoping i’ll move to the pod next door this week. If not i’ve come to a place of peace w/ myself. I dont like it in here, but i’ll do absolutely every thing and any thing the right way to stay out of trouble. There is no way i’ll fuck off going to pc, [protective custody] and getting myself put back in the hole for assault will absolutely not be an option this time.
I will be a weak little sissy, curl up in a ball, run, bow down, lose face, whatever it takes to avoid violence… And my shot at Pc. Just call me a bitch, or pussy, i dont care…
So joke em if they cant take a screw. I’m mister non violent, mr clean. And dont care who likes it or not…
Man i wish i could have a dog in here. But i wouldn’t want a dog to suffer prison life. To me dogs are creatures who should have the utmost freedom and space to run and play and explore in. I wouldn’t want to be a prison dog. Its bad enough we pretty much get treated like them.
-Brent Brents 5-27-18
Colonoscopy in a few hours. :( CRAP!!!
Going for the old hose up my ass here in a few hours. Its been one miserable fricken day. Tell you about it later. Also i’m moving…its a progressive move. Ok gotta go poop. Later tater…
So i got drilled. Dont know the results, was way too groggy, forgot to ask. So now i wait for a month to find out whether theres any thing wrong or not.
Ok yesterday was horribly humiliating. I took the flush out pills, then drank 3/4 of a gallon of the flush out juice. Came back to my cell. The C/Os gassed 7 guys in the pod next to mine. Well my cell was the closest one to the gas. I’m oc restricted because of my COPD.
Well they put me in the exercise room, ( NO TOILET ) in there. Remember i’ve already started the flush out process. Long Story short, i shit myself. They refused to take me any where there was a toilet. Finaly after 4 hrs the nurse had to get on the shift leaders ass. Anyway i was frickin miserable and pissed off. But as they say in this crazy world of ours ” SHIT HAPPENS “!!!
-Brent Brents 5-15-18
2 guys got into a fight…They weren’t surrendering.
Absolutely crazy weekend.Well 2 guys got into a fight… They weren’t surrendering. So the cops tried to throw a grenade in. It missed and bounced back out around the cops and blew up. So they shut off the wi-fi and locked us all down. Still locked down, but they let us have visits, and wi-fi back…
I hope U have had a good mothers day. Oh you should google doberman / coon hound mix dogs. Truly beautiful and inteligent. Very tolerant, animal friendly and trainable. Saw 2 on tv in the last 2 months. 1 won the the Purina Dog Challenge distance jump. 32 feet+.
Such a beautiful dog. Dont look any thing like coonhounds as adults. Dont look like dobis’ either. Really sleek and muscular, but not scary doberman looking. I’m in love w/ them.
-Brent Brents 5-13-2918
Reader response: there is nothing between us as human beings. Nothing in the way.
Thank you for taking the time to write a letter to me. To say I was moved and touched seems trite, so I hope the following will explain the scale of which your words have made a difference:
Of your entire letter, these 10 words were by far the most powerful: “I am a human. Not an animal or a predator.” It took some time to compose myself and continue reading, following the sudden realisation of this transformation (and any part that I may have played in it). What struck me was the simplicity of the sentence and the magnitude of what it must have taken to arrive there, the scale of courage… I may not agree with everything she says but Marianne Williamson, (currently running for President, I hear) once succinctly defined a miracle as: “a perceptual mindset shift from fear to love”. That’s what occurred to me after reading that sentence.
When I finished reading, something else remarkable occurred to me: that despite the geographical distance between you sat at your desk or on your bed/bunk (I imagine) and me sat here on this wooden chair in my kitchen, there is nothing between us as human beings. Nothing in the way. We have different stories, we made different choices, judgements, took different action.. etc.. but fundamentally we have the same narrative: to request to be simply seen for who we are.
When politicians use language such as “vermin” or “swarm” or “cockroach” in reference to refugees they’re effectively de-humanising people and that is what you were doing to yourself. (I imagine the outcry: I dare to compare refugees to the Brent Brents?! Yes I dare. Both found themselves lost and far from home. Deal with it.) And yet, when I read the word “predator”, my brain for some reason linked it to the word “pursuit” which I recognised immediately in myself.. my pursuit of happiness, approval, perfection, intimacy etc… In my own ravenous hunger for these things, I have subsequently put myself at risk of abuse and dishonoured myself. This is not blame. I do not blame myself for experiences of my past. Victim blaming is not the game and neither is pointing the finger of judgement in the other direction. I’m looking with curiosity not judgement. I simply ask: how have I acted following my experience of abuse? Have I passed it on.. absorbed and turned it in on myself.. or accepted that it happened, taken the lessons and stepped out of the shame and constraint? Forgiving others for abusing me is one thing, forgiving myself for how I responded is another mountain to scale. And the view at the top is worth it.
Which is how I approach my thoughts as well now. I spent many years trying to stop intrusive, vulgar, violent and otherwise uncomfortable thoughts.. However hard I tried through meditation, mindfulness, distraction… still they came these mind monsters. The effort to stop them left me exhausted, depressed and hating myself. Recently though, the penny dropped: if to think is human, maybe the meaning that I attach to the thoughts is what matters? Where once I had a thought of rage, I tended to act on it or tell myself I was a terrible person for having the thought. I get that this is how I dealt with thoughts, my very survival depended on it, so I thought. And I was wrong. Now I look all thoughts as a fleeting friend – it pops up, I notice it, tip my hat to it, and on it goes on its way. I feel no obligation whatsoever to act on it. And this is how my thoughts tend to flow through me now. I get to choose which ones I respond to, not the other way around. (and yes, I still get caught up in my thoughts sometimes, I’m human!)
Thank you for your acknowledgement, it means a lot to me. I’d like to acknowledge you for your part in my experiencing freedom from my past. As an example, I recently got to enjoy one of my favourite pastimes: skiing in the mountains. I went with a friend (male) and a friend of his (whom I didn’t know). Before reading the blog and corresponding with you I am certain this would not have happened. Indeed, I’ve refused similar offers before. I would not have allowed myself to stay with two men in this way. As it was, I had the confidence to trust, to be vulnerable and as such they were perfect gentlemen, I had an amazing time, that I wouldn’t otherwise have had. I’m still in the gym training with huge tattooed men, surrounded by banter and I’m progressing… a fortnight ago I deadlifted 100kg and squatted 70kg while listening to Pantera’s Nothing Else Matters. My hard assed coach who was watching, raised his eyebrows and chuckled to himself. I knew I’d arrived…
Now I’m left further inspired by the conciseness of your writing. I find it refreshing because I struggle with that. It appears that you have time to consider, reflect and engage in the creative process of editing your words with great care, to leave powerful, clear words that I aspire to. I get easily distracted to engage myself fully in that process and find myself rambling… So, for now, I’ll shut the **** up and leave you in peace.
With love and respect.
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