24 Hours: Our Frailty and Survival in The Clink.

You’re never a loser until you quit trying. – Mike Ditka

The Prison, is an institution set apart from normal society in which brutality can be legitimised. – Prof Philip Zimbardo (On his Standford Prison experiment)

A day in the life of a prisoner; it’s 01:22:43 on TUE 20 NOV 2012! Sitting upstairs by my mates, as the signal is better here than in my cell. Many are switching networks, but as they say “The Devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know”….well, I’m better off with my 3GB for $15 at a steady speed than 1GB, same amount, but faster speed and once you’ve used up the 1GB; you have to top up again. Bullocks!

Felt very bad today during my workout; nauseous and short of breathe, had to take some time out, went outside and sat for a while for fresh air, felt better afterwards. While outside, an inmate was wheeled out in our improvised ambulance; a wheelbarrow, apparently the sick lad forgot his BB in his pocket, his driver had to leave him half-way and bring back his handy. He was a lucky fella. Like always, nothing was done to him, spent hours waiting for transportation and nothing happened; he was brought back; Negligence!

Sitting upstairs for hours now and a Jamaican sick inmate been having bouts of epileptic seizures; the man is the tallest, sick with hypertension, Diabetes, high cholesterol and epilepsy……that’s too much for one man to bear. And worst of all, no consular visit or assistance as his country hasn’t got an embassy or consulate in Panama. And his compatriots are all distancing themselves from him, can’t flippin believe that none of them came up, despite the man sleeping on the top of their cell; they all heard him screaming, struggling and none came; sometimes, it’s what the long-term effect of being locked up might cause on some humans; lost of sympathy for others, have seen on many occasions how inmates are encouraged to get into fights even when both parties wouldn’t want to.

Unlike most prisons; within our pavilion many among the Latinos are related in one way or another; Father and son, in-laws, Cousins, uncles and Nephews, childhood friends, brothers and those from same villages, towns and cities. Unlike us; Europeans, one binding factor amongst us are our nationalities or languages we speak; majority of us had never met each other before, bond may be forged after our time together; that if we choose to keep contacts when all these is over.

For the third time and it’s 02:50:01, his been hit by the seizure again, I’m at my wits end, don’t know what to do again; cleaned all he vomited, I’m scared of him getting choked in his vomit. It’s pathetic that the man was taken away to the clinic on Sunday and nothing was done. Brought back on Monday morning. Like all our dead inmates; they were sick, but neglected by the authorities. And same is happening to this old man, he is sick and gravely sick; but negligence is what might lead to his demise. I hope it wouldn’t lead to that.

It’s time to hit my bed, can’t keep watch over the man. I hope he survives the night. Life has battered us much that we are becoming like salvage animals, and everyone struggling for his survival. Care barely exist amongst us, the norm has become; “Everyman to himself and God for us all”

Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable. – Theodore N. Vail

Evil; the social dimension by Clare Carlisle
“Does contemporary society give rise to conditions more conducive to evil than in the past”? (A beautifully written article)

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage — and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still – the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.” ~ Robert Nathan (1894-1985, American novelist)


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