They call me D. I am a woman federal inmate at a Bureau of Prison's (B.O.P.) facility. I have been locked up since April 1, 2008. At the time I wrote this it was twenty-six months and counting.
While behind bars I am in survival mode, using specific strategic tactics to triumph inside these razor wire fences. One of the negative aspects of being imprisoned is that time becomes your enemy. To endure, I have reversed my sleeping cycle from my free world schedule. Having done this, I avoid the daily drama on the floor and maximize quiet time. I end my day by going to sleep at 5:00 A.M. I rise at 3:30 P.M. and begin my day. This works for me. Being in prison, there is no life. It is no way to live; you merely exist. I must use my intelligence, have a strong fearless strength of spirit, and be positive to survive. What does not kill me, will only make me stronger.
For the past two years, I have been educating and involving myself in all aspects of prison issues; to show my support and lend my assistance to all the excellent dedicated organizations fighting for change; to be an active advocate. In addition, I have self-studied numerous subjects including criminal court procedures, U.S. codes, regulations, laws, important (precedent) cases and Bureau of Prisons (B.O.P.) Program Statements (federal prison administrative rules).
I have been encouraged to write, to make my voice heard from deep within the concrete walls that encircle me. A few of my writings have been printed in jailhouse/advocate publications. Pride and satisfaction are the emotions I feel when I see my own words in print; to know someone thought they were worthy of publication. To know they have reached out to others where my words can help with awareness and change.
I keep my days filled and part of my daily routine includes the reading of two newspapers, U.S. Today and the New York Times, as well as the periodicals, Harpers, New Yorker, The Nation and Ms. My latest study material is a book titled The Constitutional Rights of Prisoners, published by Lexis-Nexis. It is a very well appreciated gift given to me by my defense team. What I have learned over these months is of such horrific injustice to humanity that I will never stop being an advocate to help fight the enemy, the prison-industrial-complex (PIC).
The story that is about to unfold onto the pages before you is true, although some people might react by stating "that is unbelievable." My written words are going to let you experience a not atypical day being inside the walls, through my eyes. To observe how humanity, truth and justice have long ago been forsaken for corruption, contempt, greed of power, and dehumanization. Welcome to America's prison system, otherwise known as the prison-industrial-complex (PIC).
The first shards of morning light were starting to creep between the iron bars of my cell's window; it was 5:00 A.M. the end of my day and time to lay my head down to sleep. As my mind was slipping into slumber, I realized that it was the eighth year annivers