From T-Bone (Letter 64)

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:

It’s been awhile since I’ve written you about this place, and it is sick as ever. People keep coming to me, asking for help, either for guidance or for me to talk to someone about them trying to turn them out, or for prayer! In regards to sexual desires, there is a line one can’t cross, towards men or women! I am a big man, and that stops a lot of small minded people from pushing too far, but the smaller guys who happen to be weak at heart and mind, in this environment, and those who happen to be mentally challenged and physically challenged are always being pushed in someway or the other.

Shawshank Redemption Booty Bandit Bogs Diamond

There are quite a few booty bandits in prison, and a lot of them are out in the open with it, or what their intentions are. They push on guys just to turn them out. Personally, I think it’s sickening for another man to try and get a guy to do whatever to fit in prison because he’s mentally challenged, to have sexual relations with him. Just like it is for a guy to do the same to a woman whose mind isn’t right! We should look out for the weak, not abuse them.

I let go of myself, allowed God to move me in this way. I told this guy named Bernard (he runs a booty-bandit crew), he sets up sexual encounters. He’s a pimp or wants to be, he’s 5’8’’, 240ish and he pushed on this kid who’s on meds, serious medication. He went to him and asked him for a light. The kid said sure and Bernard took a queen into the kid’s cell and they started to rub on his legs and on each other, which led to them having sex. The kid runs out there and tells his cellmate, who in turn comes to me! I wanted to crush him. I wanted to rip his head off and ____ down his neck!

He didn’t know it, of course, but God got involved, and saved him from serious injury. I’m not trying to sound tough, or like I can’t get my butt kicked, because I have, by smaller men and smarter men, but God is on my side. I kept my head and told him the truth, “stop”, and he did. He left the kid alone!

Then, they got drunk and got into the shower and tried to have youngsters in there with them and all hell broke loose. It lasted for a brief time. They moved a few people and that was it.

Then came them putting everyone else on the spot by changing cells at night, so that they could have sex. Well, the guards got wind of it and were going to lock the yard down, but decided to come down on them instead.

The drug problem is the same as usual. Yes, the stealing is going on and I tell people not to be near my cell. That way all of the dope-heads realize we’re aware of them and their actions.

I’ve said a lot about me being innocent, and I want to share with you that there were cameras in that business and they showed me not doing anything at all. But the cops didn’t collect the tapes, so they said….? They looked at the tapes and saw that I didn’t do anything, but because of their hate, and me being black, they didn’t turn over the tapes to me, the defense! Are they rotten or what? I went to trial and they didn’t even inform the jury that there weren’t any tapes. That so-called lawyer of mine was working with them. He didn’t tell me about the tapes, or ask about them, period. They seriously screwed me.

Strength + Honor

Steel Embrace

Yours,

T-Bone

Each one – Teach one

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Shaun Attwood