From T-Bone (Letter 54)

T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter from Arizona prison:

So, the other day, I witnessed a guy walk up to another, and tell him to give him his store. I intervened, of course, and the guy threatened me. I started to pray. And I prayed and prayed.

The guy came back with two of his buddies. I just stood from a distance and watched them. After twenty minutes of them thinking about what they were going to do, one approached me.
“Who do you think you are?”
“There’s no need for talking,” I said. “Just stop bulldogging people.”
“Mind your own business. You’re nobody.” Being a Crip gang member made him think that he was immune to the rules that govern our behaviour in this type of place.
“Just leave the little crazy dude alone.”
“I’ll make the crazy dude suck my dick if I want to.”


There aren’t many blind spots in here, but I was looking around trying to find a place to take him. I realised I could take him to his cell when he went to his building. In his eyes, I saw evil and hate.
“I hear you, man,” I said. “I’ll catch you later.” I turned my back, and went on my way.
He went to give his buddies high-fives and claps.

Two hours passed. I watched him walk across the yard by himself with a bag of store [snacks purchased from the prison]. So, this guy hadn’t been on the yard two days, and he was already set in thinking that he was going to push people around.
Walking real slow, I followed him to his building and watched him walk to his cell. When the officer was looking the other way, I walked over there without drawing attention to myself.

As I pushed his door open, his eyes popped out of his head. I closed the door. With my foot, I stuck a shoe under his door, so it wouldn’t lock. All his toughness left him.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he said three times.
“So you’re gonna make somebody suck your thang?”
“He’s gay, OG [Original Gangster]. He’s already gay.”
“But you made him suck your thang, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but–”
“I’m gonna teach you about being a man.”
“What you gonna do?”
“Stand up,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “You’re gonna take all that store you got, and put it in that box, and you’re gonna give it to the three openly gay men on this yard.”

Turning around, he started to do what I told him. Then, he mumbled something under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.” I saw the hate in his eyes, and noticed that he had picked up a pen real smoothly. With my left hand, I knocked it out of his hand. I smacked him and took all of the fight out of him.

Unbeknown to me, a transgender queen was about fifteen feet outside the door, watching and trying to listen to everything that was taking place. Upon sensing her presence, I waved her in. The guy gave her back the $40 worth of store he’d taken, and apologised.

We all prayed in that room together. We all shook hands, and the bully even admitted that he needed to change. He sat back, put his head down and thanked me, saying that he needed discipline. I said that we all need help. I told him that I had to go and left.

He left the yard that night, hopefully a changed man because I know his pride was hurt. No one wants to be humiliated like that, but it felt good to help the weak.

Now things are back to the way they always are. I’ve stopped a few incidents by the grace of God. I hope that I can maintain the same level of caring that I possess today.

L&R from Arizona to the T-BoneAppreciation Society





Shaun Attwood  

4 comments:

Steve James said...

Sean I love to hear about tbone ever since I read your book. Please pass on my love and respect to the man.many thanx steve

Steve James said...

Sean I love to hear about tbone ever since I read your book. Please pass on my love and respect to the man.many thanx steve

Jon said...

cheers Steve

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