For a very few, and we know who we are, all we want to do is die well. A month into my Life term in Level 4 Calipatria, a man was stabbed on the soccer field while playing soccer. CO's took forever to carry him off the field to get him medical attention. We sat angry, watched.
On our stomachs in the dirt and hot concrete watching and waiting, he was carried off. Everyone seemed relieved that it wasn't one so-called "race" against another this time. CO's checked cameras in the towers and identified the assailant, foot to the neck, they handcuffed him.
They walked him off the yard and the loudly announced over the intercom something that frightened me. They said, "RESUME YARD!" Everyone got up and continued present program. No lifers went home for another 9 years. No hope of freedom equaled more violence in those days. He died.
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