(One of the first pieces of advice to someone stuck in a
deep hole...unable to see anything but darkness around them...stop digging.)
The process of being indicted, pleading, being sentenced and surrendering
to go to prison causes many who experience it to go into shock. I am embarrassed to admit this
condition lasted for me well into my first year in Beaumont, Texas. (Beaumont is a story for another day
but suffice it to say it is considered by "inmates" the worst
compound in the entire Bureau of Prisons) I have vague, and sometimes no memories of numerous court
dates, decisions, discussions about my fate. (I wish I knew then what I know
now, I could have participated more in my fate) When I first got to Beaumont, a number of my roommates
(cellies to old style cons) said they wanted to take away my shoelaces and belt
at night for fear I wouldn't be viable the following morning.
Everything had been taken from me.
My job, career, reputation, and future were wrecked as far as I could
tell. You haven't lived until you
watch the news-crawl on CNN or MSNBC and there is your name along with the
accusation of engaging in a crime which may be the only one worse than what
Michael Vick was accused of. My
family is left behind in tatters, 2/3 of their income gone...tens of thousands
of dollars in debt just for legal fees.
(n.b. a complete waste of money)...more day-to-day debt piling
up...embarrassed and humiliated and forced to explain actions by their husband
or father which to them were inexplicable. People you thought were friends throw you under the bus as
fast as they can and with great relish...they always knew there was something
wrong with you...they were always suspicious...they weren't that close to you
to begin with...some, even at your worst moment, try to use the situation to
their advantage. (blackmail anyone?)
When all is said and done, the amount of time to be served is less
relevant than the damage and ramifications and psychic destruction already
reaping their toll.
None of the above is intended to sound like whining or crying or
bemoaning poor me. I screwed
up...made horrible choices...hurt strangers I didn't know...devastated friends
I did know...my ego and pride led this parade of destruction and I have no one
to blame but myself. However, that
being said, the description of what the process does to the individual is
relevant because last night I watched a man taken out of my unit on a gurney
after he attempted suicide by cutting his throat. (we don't know if he succeeded or not, and will never be
told officially one way or the other)
We were kept outside for quite some time. As I wandered about, snippets of conversation wafted towards
me. More than once I heard men
admitting they too have had thoughts about suicide at one point or another
while in government custody. I am
one. Before my disaster became
public, it seemed like a good idea to just cease to exist. No one would find out about my
stupidity and sins and my family would be spared all the publicity and
embarrassment and humiliation. It
was a win/win scenario...at least it seemed that way to me because I was still
digging and it was getting darker and darker.
The inmate last night had reportedly been seriously depressed almost
since the day he arrived.
According to rumors, he had been taking meds while outside, meds which
were denied to him in here. He was
convinced no one, not his family or friends, colleagues or society in general,
would forgive him. He had told
people he was sure the government would never leave him alone. (not an unrealistic belief considering
what we now know about massive data mining and spying) He had a very short time before he was
to be released, (in here it is called being short to the door), but the closer
he got to leaving, the more it was reported he was scared and despondent and
convinced of the hell which awaited him.
He had lost all hope.
Hope appears to be something without which we can't function as a
society. Hope is what convinces
the young to forego immediate gratification and pursue an education, or other
avenues aimed at producing a better future, and it is feeling hope-less which
convinces so many to engage in behavior which is self destructive...convinced
the future holds nothing for them.
Hope is why we marry and commit to one person. Hope is what enables us to persevere through the darkest of
times knowing there is a dawn coming.
Hope is vital to making it through the day.
Losing hope is what tears people and nations apart. Only the hopeless can be recruited to
become human bombs. Only the
hopeless can be convinced to engage in genocide and persecution. Only the hopeless will think an act of
selfishness can be transformed into one of selflessness. The more hopeless a society, the worse
of it is. The war on terror is
clearly a war between those who feel hopeless and see no future vs. those who
believe conditions and environments can improve. The most important metric of our society is not the stock
market or the health of the auto or home industries...it's not G.D.P. (Gross
Domestic Product) or manufacturing output...it's not even how many newly minted
billionaires there are this year. The
most important factor determining our national survival is whether or not we
and our children have hope.
Despite Attorney General Eric Holder's recent pronouncements, the
American prison system, and criminal/justice industry, will not be fixed if a
few less people are jailed. If you
want people to come out and not commit crime again, they have to emerge with
the hope things can be better.
This system destroys hope.
Once someone is convicted and incarcerated, they lose everything, or
think they do. The people who run
this system are accessories to the suicide attempt. This person needed psychological intervention...needed
possible medication...needed professional help all of which is available in
limited amounts if at all in here.
He needed reassurance from outside he was till loved and valued. He needed to know after he paid his
debt to society he would get another shot at redemption. (unfortunately, the punishment never
stops...voting is prohibited, entire professions off-limits, skills and
expertise acquired over a lifetime useless, employers refused to hire and
church congregations turn their back.)
Why couldn't this man find hope?
Despite the inhumanity of this place, many inmates apparently tried to
talk to him, counsel him, Dutch-uncle him, pay attention to him. He was a daily reader of scripture and
some tried to point out the God of both Hebrew and Christian scripture is a God
of hope with a message of reassurance and forgiveness. Nothing seemed to reach him as the
drumbeat of hopelessness, composed by those who built this system, drowns out
the loudest Amen or Alleluia.
At the end of the day, my love for my wife and children, (and their
professed love of me), and the realization I had already hurt them once with my
selfishness and out-of-control ego, convinced me I couldn't do it again. This, along with support and love from
both friends, and strangers who have become friends...acts of kindness from convicted
felons who populate my world these days, helped me to overcome despair and
hopelessness. My sin gave way to
the epiphany of a forgiving God always willing to welcome a prodigal son back
home and a belief second chances is possible.
I am so lucky and blessed and my prayer for this man last night if his
attempt fails...he opens himself to the love of his God...this system which
failed him miserably becomes more accountable...he comes to realize no sin is
too heinous to be forgiven and living a full life is the best way to secure the
redemption he seeks. My hope for
him is he comes to see his life as a gift and understands there are second and
even third acts if one is willing to get up off the floor. We all need hope whether in prison or
wherever we are and we only get it by acknowledging we are not in this alone
and refusing to let anything or anyone dehumanize us or convince us the future
is to be feared rather than anticipated.
If I can do it, so can you... I hope.