I say all the time that not just the inmates are in class. I am getting an education everyday at that prison. Today’s lesson has by far been the most powerful.
There is a young man in one of my classes. He looks like he should still be in high school. He has the most piercing sky colored eyes I have ever seen. For this reason, I will refer to him as Blue.
When he speaks, his voice is gentle and sweet. He talks about God and love in every conversation I have overheard. He is wise beyond his years, and even many of the inmates.
This morning we were learning about conflict styles and resolution. We used an example of aggressive, confrontational people. Blue began to tell us a story. How when he first came to this prison, there was a larger inmate that would get in his face and try to intimidate him. A lot. Blue noticed this man sitting alone one day, and he seized the opportunity to talk to him. He asked if he could sit down. He said to the inmate, “God loves you and he forgives you.” The older inmate was shocked. This ice breaker began to tear down wall after wall. They talked for 3 hours.
He listened to Blue talk about Christ, love, and forgiveness. Blue was kind and respectful. He was genuine. The other inmate confessed that no one had ever treated him this way before. He was terribly moved. Blue can hardly talk about his love for God without tearing up.
The impact his kindness had was outstanding. This other inmate began to understand the power and beauty that exists in God. He is now a saved soul. He is never without his cherished bible, and preaches to everyone. He cares not if they listen.
Blue told us that we always need to look deeper. When someone acts out in anger, they do so because they are suffering in pain. That is an opportunity and responsibility to reach out and show love and understanding. We all deserve love and understanding.
I can hear my head exploding. This kid blew my mind. This young man, living in prison hell, has dedicated his time to saving, supporting, and loving others. Being a witness to God through not just his words, but his tremendous deeds.
Later that afternoon after I wrapped up another class, an officer came up to me. She said she had to tell me something, because she worried how I would react if I was caught by surprise. “He’s back”, she stated with a stern look on her face. She waited for my reaction.
She was referring to Gunner. The inmate that had masturbated in my class…while I was in it. 15 feet away from me. That one act had traumatized me. I cried all day in the presence of the officers who worked ceaselessly to comfort me. I cried all the way home. I cried when I got home. I felt so betrayed and so violated, it felt like being raped. Everyone believed I would quit after that. I guess they underestimated how tough I am.
When I had first started working there, one of the initial warnings I was advised of, was that someday, inevitably, an inmate would masturbate in front of me. Excuse me? It isn’t scary enough I have to walk around in the open yard when the inmates are roaming freely, now I have to worry about this crap too? Fuck.
I had terrifying visions of how this would take place. I ultimately settled on the belief that one day an inmate would run at me with full speed while whacking his junk and yelling obscenities. Every time I turned a corner my fear followed me. Is it going to happen NOW?
To my shock, it happened nothing like this. I praise God for that. It happened, just like they told me it would. But God protected me and shielded my eyes. I didn’t even realize it was happening when it did. But that’s the funny thing about working in a prison. It heightens your senses. My intuition began to nag me. After an hour it began to scream at me. An hour later, in the safety of my office while alone, God unshielded my eyes. I knew without hesitation what had happened. I grabbed my things and RAN to the officer in charge.
I sat and cried, and shook as I explained what had happened. His face began to turn red, and I could see his knuckles becoming white as he tightened his fists. “That mother fucker did WHAT to you?!”. He picked up the phone and dialed the dorm. He stated the inmates name, and then he said, “get that piece of shit in jewelry (our fancy word for handcuffs) and put him in my office.” He reassured me he was going to make him pay for his crime. He would not tolerate anyone ever disrespecting me. I am safe and he is going to fix this. I felt such relief and security in his conviction of concern and care for me.
As I wept, the officers took turns trying to give me comfort. They told me this is not my fault and I am not alone. They have all been in my shoes and it sucks. They told me he would be punished as severely as possible. But I continued to weep. Then one began to tell me the story of the first time he caught two inmates having anal sex. I laughed. They had figured out how to calm me down, so one by one they told me their personal stories of the first time they caught 2 males together. We were all laughing by the end. I was so touched by their concern. They looked after me like big brothers. I am forever grateful to all of them for that.
When I first heard this inmate was released from confinement today, I was shocked. Then I was angry. And disgusted. I started worrying about what he might do. Will he do this again? How can I handle that? I had decided I was going to tell him what a piece of shit he is for violating me in that manner. If it walks like a pig and talks like a pig, what is it? You feel me?
On my drive home, I began to think about Blue. I thought about his beautiful story of understanding. I realized I only have one choice in my response to inmate Gunner’s (our fun term for masturbators) return to the yard. I need to forgive him. I need to be a witness to God’s word. Where mercy is shown mercy is given. Thank you Blue, for teaching me an important lesson today. I will never EVER forget it.