Short Story: The Interrogation Room

I sat in a small, dirty and crowded holding cell in Fort Bend County jail. Sitting here waiting to get processed and see the nurse, Mane! These men in this holding cell were all fucking trifling. There were cells for suicidal inmates, crazy inmates, murderers and those going through drug withdrawal. The smell of musty underarms, alcohol and feet made it unbearable to breath. It was time for me to live with the consequences of the choices I had made. The newest consequence was the foreboding environment of a small, overcrowded county jail.

Thomas Silverstein was another inmate which was isolated in a cage away from other prisoners. He was tried for bank robbery and manslaughter. While in prison he gets accused of killing someone which increased his sentence, which he had nothing to do with the murder. Later down the road he ends up killing a security guard, he stated that he killed him because he was picking on him. Thomas was relocated to another cell which had to have the lights

I found this passage interesting because it left me thinking and analyzing it for some time. I didn’t quite understand it at first, especially the screaming part. Initially I thought it was the prisoner's form of suicide, but after a while I realized that it was only after he stared at his reflection for a couple seconds, that he let out the blood curdling scream. This lead me to conclude, that the man yelled out of shock and fear because he no longer recognized himself. When we

Prior to visiting the prison, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was nervous but also excited to see how everything operated. I had never been to a jail or a prison prior to this field trip. I was expecting to see one big building surrounded by high fences and coiled barbed wire. Once inside, I was expecting to see people dressed in orange doing various activities, much like in movies and television shows, even though I knew these weren’t true.

Prisoners are locked behinds cells confined in a small space without windows for 22 to 23 hours per day. Cells are illuminated by artificial light with no means for prisoners to control the brightness. These lights remain on all day so inmates have difficulty-distinguishing day from night (Arrigo and Bullock, 2008). At times the prisoner may be confined the whole day if they decide to misbehave. Interaction with other human beings is strictly prohibited. The only contact prisoners have is through a closed-circuit television to talk to their visitors or when correctional officers placed handcuffs and other restraints (Pizarro and Narag, 2008). From the extreme isolation, such inmates tend to fear

There he was lashed over, and over again until he said where he had been, but he never did, because he wanted to protect his “light box” and he did. He later escaped the Palace of Corrective Detention, because it wasn’t guarded at all. It wasn’t guarded, because they thought no one would ever try to

I woke up in the cell again, hungry and tired, it was 5:00 in the morning and I did not know what was about to happen to me. I wondered and wondered then realized I was about to find out. The man came back with the handcuffs and I was brought to the king’s chamber and he explained to me that he was throwing me out of the farm. I was useless because of my disability. I was to leave and never return.

At one end of the hall was a small opening through which we could videotape and record the events that occurred. On the side of the corridor opposite the cells was a small closet which became "The Hole," or solitary confinement. It was dark and very confining, about two feet wide and two feet deep, but tall enough that a "bad prisoner" could stand up. An intercom system allowed us to secretly bug the cells to monitor what the prisoners discussed, and also to make public announcements to the prisoners.

When the prisoner turns his head towards the light of the fire his eyes hurt him and he is confused because he is unable to see the objects of the shadows he had been subjected to his entire life. It is because of this pain and confusion that the prisoner wishes to return to the life that he is accustomed to, and the reality he knows, the world of the shadows. We are asked to envision the stubbornness displayed by this prisoner to leave the world of the shadows, a stubbornness which causes him to be dragged into the sunlight. Upon seeing the light of the sun the prisoner is temporarily blinded, unable to see anything around him, blinding him more than when he was a prisoner of the cave. Eventually the prisoner’s vision adjusts and he is able to see more clearly. His mind will first be able to recognize the shadows, then moving on to reflections of objects in the water, and lastly the objects themselves. This new sight leads the prisoner to question the colours and objects around him. He questions what it is that causes him to being able to see all the things he can, compared to only seeing poor reflections of objects in the cave. The prisoner eventually concludes that it is the sun which illuminates all around him and is the source of his sight.

The men outside of the cell started to laugh at him. He looked utterly pathetic at the moment. He continued to shake as he looked up at her. She let go of him walking towards the cell door. The man opened it up, letting her out. Isaac watched as the cell door was being closed. He lied down on the floor, continuing to cry. He couldn’t believe the things that were happening to him. The slums were more messed up than what he was led to believe.

She takes a shaking breath: He was as stubborn as an ass, but he was a good man. “More weight, ” he said. He refused to take a plea, knowing they would not be able to try him. He took power for himself and look where it got him.

"He was just telling us to give back his gun. Give me back my gun! Give me back my gun!' But we just carried on beating him up and immobilized him and that was it."

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

The iron halls were silent, even the harsh bootsteps of the condemmed man didn't shatter the uneasy silence, the grim face. Ussally shielded by the insincire smile of the mask he always wore, the pericing Gold Eyes the only sign of a determined soul, with the rest of his face being henpecked by the smallest scars, slashed across his chin like a small medal of honor and the frown above them's sincerty incredibly clear, one of the armoed guards idly musing to himself that he'd never seen the infamous Tiburón look nervous until now. Throwing open the heavy metal door, him and his fellow guard almost instantly threw the sinewy "revolutionary" into the cold integoration room. Manging to catch the ground almost instantly, Tiburón turned around with

“The door of the jail being flung open from within, there appeared, in the first place, like a black shadow emerging into the sunshine, the grim and grisly