Bang I don’t know what’s real anymore. I don’t know how long I’ve even been here. All I know is that I woke up on the cement floor of this prison cell, not knowing how I got here. There were thirty of us to start. Now, I am the last one. When I see them, they are in their enormous masks. Why they wear the masks all day, I still don’t know. Maybe the “masks” are for making a fashion statement, I smile at the thought of this being so absurd. My thoughts are cut off by the sound of the PA system’s screech. Red lights are dancing all over the floor outside my cell. The cell door clangs open. I sprint out of the cell without questioning why this has happened. Running down the walkway, I hear faint voices approaching. The masks are on their way.
I think I would have acted strong but not as forceful as a guard. I don’t think I would have it in my body to inflict that kind of torture on people regardless of what I was ordered to do. I also think in the told of the prisoner I would do what I was told regardless of how much it may leaving lasting scars. I would have been scared out of my mind as a prisoner so I would have just went along with whatever was being ordered to do. When it comes to the guards, I am pretty confident about not acting like they did in the experiment but when it comes to the way the prisoners acted, I’m not so sure that I wouldn’t act any different than they did. I think they felt trap and alone and that no one care about their wellbeing and I think I would feel
“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.
And I've always known that you'd never care, but I'll be honest this is an all time low
San Quentin state prison is in San Francisco, California, which is the only prison in California that still executes prisoners. The prison has housed several famous prisoners over the years; however, it has a big problem with gangs inside the prison. I will discover the background of the warden that is in charge, the history of the prison, and the problems that circulate within the prison.
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby
Dear Dollar General or as you will now be known as to me Ghetto General, because I shop there all the time.
Nervous, yes so dreadfully nervous I have been sitting here buying my time to get out of this corroding, treacherous, and monstrous hell of a cell that i have called home for too many a night. But first let's start at the beginning shall I.
I walk for about 10 minutes before I reach a the entrance of the subway. But, as I’m about to head down the steps, I hear sirens; police sirens.
Oh dear, the place which they sent me after finding the old man’s body is quite dreadful. I was told that the asylum was to help people regain their sanity, but I am distraught because I certainly do not fit in; I’m surrounded by a bunch of illogical lunatics! I cannot tell what day it is, but it must’ve been just two days ago that a man threw himself off of a watchtower to escape from the demons which he claimed were tormenting him. How foolish of him, why run from the demons when we are already in hell? Contrarily, the man in the room next to me is very tranquil, so the reason for which he is here is beyond me.
Never in a million years did Hanson believe he would end up standing in front of this brick wall. Prisoner. That was the last thing he wanted to be. He was one and there was no denying that what he did was utterly stupid. He hadn’t meant to drive his car off the road and into the McGee family’s front garden. They had pressed charges and he had pleaded guilty because it was the right thing to do.
This is a very strong piece written and published from the New York university Law school. All three of its authors are college professors. They all are professors of public policy and research at their schools. Again in this article we have the numbers of people release each year from prisons. It explain the difficulties these ex-inmates face when brought back into society. So this article starts with the providing stats of the ex-inmates that actually do find work after being release. It also goes into details about the factors that limit employment and earnings among ex-offenders. It explains how most inmates lack in education and also work experience (depends on the length of their lockup). It also uses number like 70 percent of inmates
Sadly when reading this article the most amazing lesson that jumps to mind is how easy it is for a bright business manager and a growing company to run into trouble for failing to follow basic business measurement principles. Constant vigilance and observance of the financial documents is imperative to ensure a healthy growth for any company and professional career.
I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.
“Why am I here?”, I call out. I’m scared and alone in some sort of maze, I need some answers.
Steps are getting closer to were we are. I start to cry out of fear. Tears softly stream down my face as I try my best to ignore them and stay silent.