Highrise prison Walking through the valley of death i seen the devil himself. Standing before me my reflection stung a mold to the future.While hollering came from each hall the darkness to the soul was hidden. I sought cover to survive but knew one day it would all be known to see. The stories go deep inside my head at times but i try to never block them out. If we use our past to be blocked out from its experience we cannot us the gifts one has. High rise was a deep start for me .I started in training schools as a kid then went to adult prison but when i caught my charges in training school for a riot that happened they sent me to adult jail then sentenced me to 12 to 15 months in prison. I remember it like yesterday, there in was in swanannona training school for many years, while eating at the chow hall a fight went down. 100 or more inmates begin to fight. food, blood was in ever direction as the motion went down. People were ever where as i got up from my breakfast at 7am to protect my self from the situation. When i had one guy on the ground hitting him my knuckles were each bleeding. The anger inside me was intense. I bitterly smelt it with my heart because the animal instinct was cadged. Through that fight at 16 years old it would change my life forever . The choice of survival would be my mark, my brand that had a impact to my life decisions on forward. What kid at 16 years old had to go through this?. Many will, would have to go through this because the system is set up to have our children in a corner . When they sent me and 15 others they hand picked to jail , Processed as a adult for the first time , begin my mark as a felon. Already i received charges at 12, 13 years old that lead me to the youth system that would be off my record at 18 yr old, but this june 1st incident was more then a beginning. When they processed me through jail, they gave me a bond . Though i couldn't bond out because i would be sent back to training school. so, here i was as a kid being sentenced as a adult in there system. Even that same day a guard who was in the training school when the fight happened had came to my cell . He who's name i cannot remember told me if i ever needed his help in the court hearing he would step up for me.At the time i didn't care about help nor listened because i was just on a roll of the roller coaster. No matter in jail or training school it was all the same. I was charged with inciting a riot, inciting a riot affecting seriously injury and assault on government official. Not once did i hit a guard because in this fight there was so many people doing so. It was this or being beat in the process. Swanninoa training school was tough. The place was as any prison camp but for youth. There was fights, assaults and abuse from the guards on these kids. This guard knew he could had lost his job and was willing to help. Me being me was not ready for help or anything. The put me in a cell to be put on a floor with the adults. I remember waiting and waiting as the loudness of men hollered inside the block cells. my other friends were there to, hand picked from the guards to be sent to jail . They placed us through out the block area of the different floors and put me in a pod .When i came to the floor they made us stay in the room for 24 hr before being let out to population. I was used to it but knew the game was about the change for me . Two week before this something occurred differently. I was in training school doing my normal thing when the guards came to me and asked if i wanted to go to job core as a field trip to see the place and maybe be willing to go once out of training school years later. I had already been locked up for years and never stepped out of the gated fence before on no trip. So i planned a escape. Heck yeah ill go i told them. The trip would be 5 inmates all together who were the worst , and we would be able to go out together to visit this place. With two guards with us wed see the heart of hope. Job core was a place i have been told that helped a lot but honestly i didn't see my self ever being able to go. You had to stay fight free, and it was hard to stay fight free because ever moment people
fought to keep there name known by another. If you acted good or had a chance people would hate to see you be given a chance and not there selfs. It was intense to the heart there was no way to be good or change because it was surrounded by chaos. There i was in the van with others, i planned to escape and at 16 years old had no where to go to even if i did. My brain wasn't right, i had learned the trick of all trades by being locked up. Before being locked up years before i knew pain, and trouble, but now i was living around it so it sort of was my upraising.There in that van i planned my escape. The guards were quite as we went off camp through job core but i had nothing to loose. When we finished our walk around there camp and escorted back to the van i couldn't find my time to escape.The moment was not right.So as we drove they had asked us if we wanted a hamburger from mcdonalds. I had never been so confused because i chanced the enjoyment of a burger or the chance to be free with many burgers. I decided to take my time to leave and when i did it was the roll of it all. There i was inside the bathroom……. When i came out i walked away. It felt weird to be honest of the freedom, usually was in chains on my wrist and ankles, but when they stopped for us to eat we had to be chain free. I ran fast down the street words to the closest thing to me .A car lot. There was old cars parked inside the lot row to row. There was a old blue van that i jumped into. The van had a lot of room and was hot inside. Not allowing my brain to think clearly i tried to hot wire the car. The movies said i could put this wire to another, but to my defeat it didn't work out!. My finger was cut in half from doing so. while i cleaned the blood up from my white tee shirt, i saw a old pair of dickies work suite hanging on the seat. So i tried it on and it fit as needed. Then i quickly, while holding my finger, grab a wrench from the floor board that would be my weapon. and the sunglasses for my image. Walking outside i saw no one , god it felt so good. But where would i go?. My mom was in prison, my dad would had turned me in.The thought of freedom quickly failed me . But i kept on ahead. The wrench was tucked inside my paints as i walked. As i turned the corner road a guard was walking near me. He glanced at me then second glanced. As i ran he then knew. I grabbed the wrench out of my pocket and slammed it against him while he tackled me to the ground. Nothing came to my mind as my face was in the dirt and his knee on my neck. The breathing was bad but i based it in slow motion. and followed his lead. When you are hyper with engery from this and the blood and freedom it is some tense stuff. The guard slammed me to the van and there i was with each inmate again back to the camp. Quickly they put me into a cell and slammed it shut.The guard later told me i was being charged with breaking entering as a adult. Then would be escorted to the jail for charges. Weeks went by in that jail, Henderson county jail at that. I was in the not caring attuitude. So when back from that jail and back to population they told me i would waite in training school for adult time then be escorted to jail again for its charges. That week was when the riot happened. So, as i look back it all happened so quickly. The jail they placed me in was in buncombe county this time for the riots as it was in there jurisdiction. High rise correction was a hell hole. I mean a place you would not imagine a person could be and still have there mind per say. I will write two chapters on this place because it goes in deep to a place i have to re live. The prison we knew it to be is now closed for good because of the tourture. Im glad it is. Our youth who have been there was in a place that had been opened in 1972.Many stories of pain in that place. But while in the jail for those riots charges, we were placed all around the jail to separate us. Some were on the same blocks, while many weren’t. Jail is a process center sposely, your not guilty until proven guilty. The guards there were cruel to us because they felt us to be younger. We were wilder though because fighting was normal to us. Most there came from the streets, and didn't have that prison mentality as we held. Months went by and i had one tense fight. A folk nation guy came in the jail and had the same rank as me and when we saw each other we knew we would not meet eyes to eye . So, one morning i grabbed my breakfast and slammed a tray into his face as i slung it across the room.
The guards put me in a chair and striped a face mask around my face for one full day. Strapped to the chair i was treated as an animal. No purpose at all. But when i was put back to my room i was given books. I can remember i read a book a day while on lock back for over two weeks. This gave me a time to be free from worry or stress of those around me. The books gave me a time to imagine life bound those walls …..Weeks went by and i finally got to see the judge. The judge eventually gave all 15 of us 12 to 15 months in prison for the same charges. while the other 100 or more inmates never saw this jail or place we were picked out to prove a point in the system. I was told to fight it and id never had received this felony but i wanted to just go to prison and get it over with. i would be free of it all at 17years old instead of 18 years old as planned from the youth sentence to training schools. There i was with grown men sentenced and sent to high rise correction. This ride was not that long but it felt long as the escorted me to the hell hole. So many stories of this prison lived out to be true. The building is tall with 16 floors of different placements. Each place or floor had A,B,C,D hall ways. When you came off a elevator you came to a dorm room. A guard inclosed room was there , a tv and a few tables. Alone the four corners of the block were these 4 hall ways that had 12 cells. It smelt of death, dark, cold and just old. I remember when i came with my sentence as we were sent to the 11th floor of processing, that a guard had stripped us naked and had us line up. Theyed holler and he told me words i kept to my heart all these years. He said in this place we were no one and from now on we were not humans but inmates to his prison. If we messed up in any way he would make us pay with blood. The fear they instilled inside these people was not just fear but tourture. The soul was closed inside a dragon that was inside a web of no return. There they gave me my clothes and sent us to the dorms. On 11th floor , the inmates being processed there spent 1 month on this floor. New inmates with life sentences, 10 years, 5,you name it. All kids of some sort. I saw the same process of people as training school but this time i felt more adult to move around in the dorm. I knew id kill if i had to survive and most theres felt the same way. While one day i was in my cell reading a book the doors were locked back. So all who were locked back were waiting for the doors to open for chaplin service. Word was a group of people were coming who could sing very good. A special event. I didn't care because as i waited a inmate beside my cell was hollaring gang slangs against my set to another in the window that lead to other floors to hear. Quickly i was new, but alert. I told the guy when i came out i would beat him down for disrespecting my set like he was. The guy laughed it off and kept talking loudly for others on all floors to hear, how he thought. When the door opened for chaplin , i looked at him swung with all my might. The guy didn't suspect this and fail.I kept going as a animal would in a fight. The guard came out of the blue and slammed me on the ground. Pulled his case out and sprayed my face and kept spraying my mouth and ears and noise. My face blistered and from then on i sat my ground. As i was put in a chair in front of the whole block he came with gloves and smacked me while handcuffed in the face. And said i would pay for everything I've done. This guard later ill talk on how he done just this. But while in that chair at 16 years old …. my life was going from guilford mention center to wake county, to dillion training school to swannioia training school, to henderson county jail, to buncombe county jail….now to high rise. This wasn't new to me . It was the four years of chains , abuse, and hate that no kid should deal with. High rise was a camp that had been here for years as said.but do we know what really is going on through the system as we speak?. You and i don't here about the killings or tourture, and we do we hear only some of it. The first thing that comes from most who hear of the violence inside those walls is that they deserve it. The should be treated with ell intent at high cost because there criminals. so who can say this to the kid that may had fought someone or broke the law smoking in the bathroom at school?.Or the kid that stole a pair of shoes because he or she had no pair at all. those i met of all kinds of crime were placed in a hell whole to fight daily for there life, and once out most came back or went back to the
same environment as before… do you see the pattern ?. While all the programs out there seek justice in some way and or puts there guts in the power of doing good thats great. but we need to come together and remember the solution to the problem isnt going so good inside those walls. We think the world is turn inning better and people are making money off of the problem big time. 100,000$ dollars of times , we are sitting here sitting still watching the problem get bigger. what if the prison system changed by us focusing on the problem as a unity and each placement of its nonprofits and orgzations come together and focus on there goals but our problem as a whole. The prison system. I don't think we need to change the prisons , but to refocus the AOLP in a new way to be pillars to the communtys. While doing so we then create something new in a way no other has tried. If they had the were destroyed from there path because people are going to be very anger when this happens. The secret power of its greed will then come out big time. Exposeing the corrupt is the key but the final draft is to bring joy and change to the world leaders who arrive through this.Guards are inside the walls and are the new drug dealers and gang members. In warren correction i saw actually gang members who were guards. they were inside the walls. while some in may think by infiltrating the security works good but i declare it isn't the right way at all. the correct way is to change how we proceed the protection of those inside and out to be proper citizens one day if given the chance. To spread hope and guidance, while those who come out can be once more free but protected to be the new generation of leaders for our youth, and chidren to come. When you seek the gifts you have and question the movement and order we as a nation are going it isn't all about change as you may think. It goes deeper then what we sometimes are created to think on. Most say ‘Well always have crime”, or ‘We can try to make a impact but criminals are just criminals’. don't you see this brain washing we have become customer to ? The Aolp will be talked on through the chapters to come, but in small detail it will tip the balance to be created as should and not by destruction. In our country right now as we speak people believe death row is the answer. By the killeres to be killed makes both bad in different ways. the sick person who killed 20 people out of self sickness has a core reason why they were made to be like this. The music of hate and the ministry of failed results were brain washed into the thinking its ok and or should be done for centuries…….The drugs are something i really will not name names but tell you what I've seen.They are put into the system and then told how evil they can be, and to me its sickening. The creation of what you hear and see is not actuality to reality all the time. the neighbor hoods that are torn down are placed for the profit of another greed. Do we fight just with a voice?. Or do we fight with just violence?. The key to it all it don't stop what has happened in the darkness of our world leaders. Not all are evil only the precent who has been bought in some way. We as a nation need to come together and fight in peace with love and conquer the outcomes in gods hand while fighting to create the law of attraction. Love humanity and love those who are evil but fix it with action. Theres no justification to be as they know and or do harm because they do as well and get payed. The first and foremost way to do this is through the pillar of protection in AOLP. some may believe this to be a fantasy and second guess you or put insight of the same process of thinking. I want to challenge you to new beginnings and insights. Under national security we have world leaders who have underground communtys that are some good and some bad. Once again we will not speak bad on all who are in this circle. Well get back on that ,after we speak on high rise correction some more. Because this prison as said is shut down for a reason you may know or not of. Through the usa prison system there are far more worse and sickening places that feel this pain in so many ways. the system is broken big time. When they escorted me to the 14 th floor there was when i told you of the introduction of me being tied to that fan for one hour to get a pair of clothes back and mat for a mattress. No human in the united states should justify the cruel and abuse treatment of a kid being beat and
tourtered at all. while many drive there fancy cars and sign off the drugs to come over and put these women and men in places to have nothing , but yeah we give out food stamps, grants and much more, but still provide a culture of mayhem through balancing it out with evil!. The darkness of mankind needs change. I remember feeling hate so much to all because of this. the guard had picked me to prove a point he had me , controlled me and what does this do to any human?. Ask your self this please. If you have any spirit at all my friend or humanity , ask your self, do you treat any human like this an suspect them to come out with there right mind. Trained killers, and criminals are created from environment and within time my friend became the balance of good because it keeps peace sposley. I say this with no mind set its true, The wars don't create peace, the drugs don't create cleaness, it creates a mess of money power going to the 1 precent!.When i came off of lock up from high rise correction for that fight, i was ready for war more then i was before. Hate hate and more hate was in my heart. The doors open and i was placed on 9th floor to regular population after 90 days on 24 hour lock back. To the beast i came as all surrounded in hate.