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Record: Prison Life—My Personal Experience in Prison (3)

There is a small supermarket in the prison where prisoners go to buy things once a month.

Cash cannot be circulated in the prison. Each prisoner will have a big account card when he is imprisoned. When he is transferred from the detention center to the prison, all the cash will be transferred to this card. The money given during monthly visits will also be credited to the card.

How much something each person can buy in the supermarket is determined by the respective area. There is no limit on daily necessities. Others will be determined according to the prisoner's "treatment" level. Even if you buy something for the person you are visiting on the day of the meeting, the acceptable amount will be determined based on the level of treatment.

Things in supermarkets are extremely expensive, but for prisoners, there is no choice. Instant noodles are the most sought after, and other foods are too expensive, even if you want to buy them, you can't afford them. Because the prison dinner is at 5 o'clock, I will be hungry at night and work late, so I will buy some instant noodles, and other things are just to satisfy my cravings.

Every time we go to the supermarket to buy something, our receipts must be handed over to the police for inspection.

All in all, prison is the best place to train people. When I was outside, it was hard to imagine that I could live in this kind of environment. There were people who committed all kinds of crimes, including... Drug offenders have the highest re-incarceration rate.

For example, a girl who was imprisoned with me was sentenced to 1 year and 6 months. Less than a week after she was released from prison, she was sent to the detention center again for theft. This time she was sentenced to two years. After being sent to prison, she and I became a prison cellmate. In order to ask her: "Visiting this kind of place once is like walking through hell, why do you want to come again?"

She answered me: "What can I do? My family has long since abandoned it." "Me, if I don't steal, will I die?" When she talked about this, her face was calm, her eyes were cold, and she didn't feel the pain of being imprisoned again.

Another one was sentenced to 6 years for just making a phone call on behalf of a friend. A good friend of hers asked her to call *** and friend B to ask him out to a place, and then she went back. Unfortunately, her good friend stabbed friend B to death over trivial matters, and she was sentenced as an accessory. There are really many such inexplicable cases.

Another example: A girl who graduated from Beijing Normal University fell in love with a married man. The man lied to her that he had no relationship with his wife and would divorce her and marry her. They stayed together for more than a year, one after another. He continued to borrow more than 200,000 yuan from this girl without writing a single IOU. Just when the girl was dreaming about spring and autumn, the scumbag quietly took his wife to settle in Shanghai. The girl found her through a friend. While at the man's residence, she saw the couple making love with her own eyes. The girl was so angry that she called a few friends from Beijing to find the man to repay the money. When the man saw this, he agreed to repay the money and first wrote an IOU. Said: "Let's round up the whole number, three hundred thousand." Who knew that the scumbag called the police as soon as he left the house, and called the girl the next day, saying, "The money is ready, come and get it."

When When the girl and her friends arrived at the agreed upon location, they saw a group of armed police waiting for them: extortion, the evidence was conclusive, the girl was sentenced to 8 years, and her friends were sentenced to 6 years. The girl fainted on the spot in court. After entering prison, she tried to commit suicide several times and became a key protection target in the brigade. Someone would follow her when she went to the toilet, and two people would take turns watching her when she slept at night. If such a person becomes a criminal, can you say that she is a heinous person?

From a legal perspective, this may not be said, but humans are nothing but grass and trees. Whenever I see such a prisoner, I feel inexplicable pain in my heart.

When economic prisoners first entered prison, they were relatively aloof. But after they stayed there for a long time, they no longer had any aloofness to speak of.

Some out-of-towners have very poor families, and no one even takes a look for several years. Not only will such people be bullied by prisoners, but even the police will not take a direct look at them.

My most important experience in prison is that prison is a place insulated from respect.

Why do you say that?

Many of the police officers in our prison are assigned here after graduating from the police academy. There are also some who came in through the civil service examination. The quality of the latter will be lower. Students who graduated from the police academy are assigned to the prison for a period of internship. I started to work as a squad leader, that is, as a police officer in charge. These police officers are not experienced in the world, and they all go to work with full enthusiasm. However, they face a group of gray-headed prisoners every day, and the things they have to deal with every day are basically : Who quarreled with whom, who went to the toilet one more time, etc. Gradually I lost my original patience and became disappointed.

Their work discipline is very strict: no perming, no makeup, no fingernails, no snacks, no mobile phones into the prison area, etc. If anything happens to the prisoners they bring, they will be Money will be deducted; and the output of the group you lead cannot be lower than others; inmates in your own group are better than those in other groups when it comes to activities, so the police officers also have intrigues. They can only look at the prisoners when they are working. A police officer once said to me: "You are serving fixed-term imprisonment, but we are serving life sentences."

Most police officers look down on prisoners from the bottom of their hearts. A female police officer who is almost as old as a housewife. She has all the bad habits of a woman: selfish, narrow-minded, uneducated and unqualified. When the prisoners do good work, she smiles, but when they fail to finish their work, they are scolded by her. Can't lift his head. What's even more annoying is that she looks down on intellectuals. As long as she knows you have read books, she will think of ways to insult you. The first time she talked to me, she called me into the office because I was tall, a head taller than her. She actually said to me fiercely:

"Why did your mother make you so tall? Go and sit on that short stool!"

Although I had already I heard she was unreasonable, but I didn't expect her to be so unreasonable. But I can't refute, because when facing the police, the prisoner cannot speak if the police does not allow you to speak. You can only speak if the police officer allows you to speak.

Although I was not qualified to speak, the way I looked at her must have made her feel my anger, so she said to me:

"What are you looking at? Look underground!" What’s so great about you going to college? You’re still in trouble? No matter how great you are outside, you have to listen to me!”

I blurted out subconsciously? And then said: "I don't think it's great that I went to college. You are reminding me, am I guilty of going to college?"

Because of this sentence, she said "confronting the police officer" For this reason, I was punished by being forced to stand in the corridor from afternoon until I went to sleep.

While standing for punishment, I felt bursts of tears rushing into my eyes, but I held it back.

Only after I received the verdict, I burst into tears in the detention center. After that, I told myself that no matter what happened, I would rather die than let others see my tears!

Lying in bed at night, I still cried silently. My swollen legs hurt even when I moved. I knew that I was not crying because of pain, but because I felt that my heart was being hurt. Empty, I always thought that everything I experienced in the detention center gave me enough perseverance last year to face everything in the future, but at this moment I realized that I was not as strong as I thought.

Life will be very difficult for people in prison if they have no hope. The monthly interview day is the moment that every prisoner looks forward to the most. Local people basically have interviews every month, but it is impossible for those from out of town. First, the travel expenses are expensive, so it is better to pay the travel expenses directly to the ledger card. .

There are female prisoners of all ages. The youngest is eighteen years old and was transferred from a juvenile detention center. The oldest is in her eighties and entered the palace for the second time in her thirties. It’s indefinite. I’ll live until I’m over 80 years old. I really don’t know what to think.

The interview lasted 20 minutes, and people went in in batches. The first batch went in, and the second batch waited at the iron railings of the hall. Many people's eyes became red while waiting in line, and the younger ones simply burst into tears. After entering, there were two people sitting at each interview window, one was a prisoner and the other was a police officer. The police officers must record everything said by prisoners and their families.

If you say something that you shouldn't say, you will be in trouble when you return to the cell.

The family members sit outside the reception room, separated by a layer of suspended glass. If the family members want to send something, they can go through the glass Pass it over, and after strict inspection by the police (anything sold in the prison supermarket is not allowed to be brought in, and will be taken back by the family on the spot.)

The scene of the interview was a very miserable scene: glass wall The parents outside were crying and scolding:

"You stupid kid, how could you do such a thing?"

The people inside the glass wall were saying While crying, she said:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mom and dad, please forgive your daughter!"

Mothers often scolded while reaching in and stroking their daughters' faces. , my daughter still wanted to hold her mother's hand, but she couldn't. The prison had regulations. We could only sit and not move. We could only shed tears and feel our mother's distress.

If they are married and have children, it will be even more embarrassing. Some female prisoners have very small children, and their families come to meet them. The children are ignorant and keep shouting: "Mom, Hug, mom, hug." The little body desperately wanted to break away from the person holding him and find his mother.

The mother inside was really heartbroken. The children she longed for were right in front of her, but she just couldn't reach out and hold them in her arms. Watching them cry, some female prisoners really couldn't control their emotions and would cry and beg the police officer sitting next to them, "Can you let me touch my child?" Some police officers were soft-hearted and would agree. Some police officers would refuse expressionlessly.

In this case, the family and children outside can only shed tears.

The 20-minute interview seemed to us to be only two minutes so quickly. I originally planned what to say to my family in the prison cell, but after the meeting I just cried. As soon as the interview time came, it was time to Leave without delaying even a minute.

Looking at each other with tears and reluctant to leave, only this deep-rooted pain can make us feel the horror of crime and make us repent in pain in our hearts.

To be continued.