WARNING: These stories are not for the faint of heart
The first time the metal doors slamed, I am in eastern Europe, we still have heavy, solid doors. That, combined with the jiggle of keys was nerve wracking.
When I entered the cell, my cell mate said jokingly welcome to hell, I was terrified.
But per total it wasn’t that bad. (I-am-Legion-)
Do you think you’d be able to deal with just the psychological realization of losing your freedom and winding up in a cold, dark cell separated from the outside world by heavy doors, walls, and fences? I don’t think I could imagine many things much scary than your first night in jail and the sobering realizations you have to come to when you don’t wake up from the nightmare…
It haunts people
I always remember the first door that closed behind me that didn’t have a handle. (supereaude81)
No handle, no way out. The trick to life on the inside is staying calm, finding a good headspace, and keeping to yourself until you get your situation sorted out. No jail time is ever going to be a walk in the park, but there are many ways you can help make it better or at least bearable for yourself.
Riots. It’s gotta be riots. Where I was at, there weren’t individual cells, at least not for my threat level- non-affiliate, educated, no priors. Think of it as a 60’x100′ concrete rectangle with bunks lined up in three neat little tiers/rows, of which one is usually reserved for Blacks. This was a “dorm” with an inmate capacity between 64-126.
So there’s about 96 of us in there, normally everyone is chill with each other. The race thing never escalates so long as everyone is respectful, keeps to their own, and the dialogue between the reps is open. I ran with the Blacks, and the Hispanics usually outnumbered us 4:1. One day, two youngsters were horse playing and accidentally slapped a southsider (Hispanic).
Instead of apologizing and taking the time to get this sorted out by our people, he ran and hid. This escalated into a shouting match and then to a riot. As all the Black occupied one tier to themselves, we overturned our bunks to use as barricades. Any Black who wasn’t inside was free game, I remember one guy getting swarmed and he was crying out “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!”
So don’t ever get caught on the s**tter. And when a riot breaks out, everyone belonging to the races involved has to participate, doesn’t matter if your cool with a Hispanic or not, it’s obligatory because others are always watching, and if you don’t they’ll report you to whichever dorm or facility you get sent to next. Prison is a small world. Word spreads easily from a kite or a guard.