Standing By is no Longer an Option
I realized there was a story that didn’t make it into Ink from the Pen: A Prison Memoir, probably because I didn’t want to alarm my mother or sisters. (The book is made up of letters I wrote home during my incarceration.) In Delano, there was a “beat-down” of a black prisoner that had violated some internal rules, (in what way, I don’t know.) He was in the middle of a tight circle of other black guys on the second floor, and for some set of seconds I don’t remember, (36?) all the guys took at least one punch at him. It was chilling to just hear. I imagine they wrapped their fists in a towel, because if you bloodied your own knuckles, a later inspection could get you sent to the hole. The victim was in bed for a few days, but didn’t go to the infirmary, and certainly not to the guards. The beat-down was not designed to cause lethal injury, but to impose the will of the leadership, to warn others not to step out of line. (This sort of thing was not exclusive to the blacks, it happened occasionally among every racial group in prison. But this episode remains so stark in my mind because it was my first time behind bars, and it shook me up.) It manifested the culture of the wolf-pack, which protects its own but can be unforgiving and cruel to its own as well. (Any offspring of the non-alpha female, for example, are routinely killed when born.)
