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  • Ríkisstjórn Name: Tewhan Butler
  • Kennitala: 26852-050
  • Aldur:34
  • Tími Borið:11 ár
  • Home Town:East Orange, NJ
  • Setning:30 ár.
  • Núverandi Hleðsla:RICO
  • Alias:Fjöldamorð
  • Útgáfudagur:2029
  • Prison Tengsl:Blóð (Double ii / QSBG)
  • Hring áhrifum:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Marco Miguel Robertson, Pele Brown, David Drone, Jermaine Ray, Marcus Martin, Michael Simpson, Omar Austin, Quaheem Edwards, Torvos Simpson, Vincent Gamboa
  • Stofnun:USP McCreary
  • Hér, líf mitt bak við lás og slá upp skilning þá sem hættuspil inn 'líf' og engin skilning á afleiðingum þess: The mótlæti, hindranir og ferðin verður maður ferðast einn þegar gavel er skellti, klefi er læst og ljósin fara út.

The Move

Butler, be ready. Packing out. Be back in five minutes. Transfer to Level III USP Allenwood.

Fjandinn, Ég hugsaði með mér, this stretch felt more like a never ending story filled with page after page of horror. When I first entered the SMU (Special Management Unit), and throughout, I observed acts of pure savagery. Men flawed by circumstance taking on characteristics of animals. Feeding off of one another like vultures with a look in their eyes we call a hunger for more. Many days the same cravings ran through me. My sanity was tested and had become strained. Hearing the wordspack upjust about created a moment of delight. Although only half way there, I felt accomplishment. Just as fast as those thoughts and feelings came, they vanished. Death awaited you every step of the way. Nothing was worse than being unprepared, so the split second smile was replaced with seriousness in short order.

No matter how many times it repeated itself (belly-chained, shackled hands and feet) the physiological degradation never grew easier and would never be acceptable.

This passing from one penitentiary to the next contained few. Nine prisoners who, Ég er viss, had fought daily not to fall even deeper into the abyss “Lewisburg”. The ride was minutes. We rolled away from Big House Road and entered what resembled that of a college campus. That is if your vision avoided the barbed-wire fences and bright oranges that swathed its prisoners. The day was gloomy. The rain trickled down and crashed to the concrete. The story of my life. What was good in my world washed away by rainy days.

Once inside, single file, we were unshackled and cut loose. Painful was the emotion that overtook me. The cuffs had come off. I felt a sense of freedom, as if physically I was not being held captive. Figured it to be a justifiable feeling considering that the last 11-months of my life had required the company of iron bracelets double locked with a black box and escort.

Levels III and IV- another 10-months. My reward was to be let outside to play among the uncivilized (General Population). The attitude surrounding this place was clearly different. Instead of the arrogant, cocky and ill-mannered C.O.s pressing for a reaction that would inevitably result in one being gassed, beaten and four-point restrained. The officers here were certainly on guard; en, all together, more respectful. A change you will always notice when the cuffs are removed.

Another small piece of freedom is what I looked towards. My temporary fix until the day I am completely delivered from a long and difficult confinement.


One response to “The Move”

  1. q.s. rule says:

    fIRST 7 4MOST…PEACE & SALUTE KOMRADEii hav read bak 2 Aug.26,2010 posts along wit wut ii’ve read on fbthese words iin addition 2 sound that haz traveled thru familii members iiz klear that the youth we all speak about dont hav a klue bout the beastii miiself am 36 nú, ii have children ages 7-21 & 1 granddaughtermii oldest sun was killed in 2006 during mii last bidii did a 64 month stretch mii FIRST tiime down…heim 19 mánuðum & gone another 6 ár. 10 mánuðum…1st bid ii sat in s.t.g.m.u. fyrir 28 mánuðum…during mii last bid ii also lost mii mother 1 1/2 months B4 ii got outta 1/2 way bakdown state ii bin 2 klannandale, stgmu, midstate, nsp kompound, southwoods,rahway ( adseg & in the bldg)…mii krimes against man are weapons, ofbeldi & lyf…ii’ve bin around the same negativity & hardships from the streets of Flatbush, Brooklyn 2 Freehold,N.J. II have witnessed triumph & failure; happiness & tragedii; ii have shared mii past, mii struggles wit others, especially mii own seeds a few of which r determined 2 follow mii footstepsur riight tiimes r changin & we need more effective taktiks 2 reach themii say all this 2 say that witout a doubt ur recent liife experiences & insiight gained from them kan & will B wut alot of them needthey need ashok wit understanding”…more than wut skared str8 & fake vets hav 2 offereyesiight sees 4 angles in a squareinsight sees an infinitude of angles within that same squareunending possibilities 2 learn & teach the truth they needii’m out here in the world & evry day iiz a strugglekeep ur posts komin we ALL NEED THEMii wanna share these wit as many as possibleevry1 dont got komputers so ii hope we kan proviide transcripts or ii’ll do it old fashion wayword of mouth” 4 the chosenhead up chest out Bruh

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