Part 2 - For Dickey B et.al.

INVISIBILITY

After about 3 months in the Federal Prison camp in the desert I was transported  by Federal Marshalls to Terminal Island FCI which is located in San Pedro, Ca. Upon arrival, due to my escape status, I was placed in "The Hole". "The Hole" was 6' X 9' cells on tiers similar to those @ Alcatraz or San Quentin. While designed for single occupancy, it was double bunked (there was 2 tier bunk bed). I was about 32 & thin with short hair. I could have been anything ( a biker, a business man, an undercover cop, an organized  crime figure, or most anyone else).

There was already a man in the cell named Freddie Jackson. Freddie was a black, pimp heroin dealer from Burbank. He had been busted for 8 kilos of heroin & had completed a 6 year stint @ McNeil Federal Prison in Washington. Upon his release he had an 8 year parole. He went back home to Burbank & started running a string of whores. A black motorcycle gang member beat up 1 of his women & Freddie shot him but didn't kill him. The biker did not press charges but the Feds busted him for Parole Violation & being a Felon With A Gun.

The cell was so cramped with the bunk bed, a metal toilet with a metal seat that touched the bed & a metal sink that also  touched the bed. Besides the furniture there was only room for 1 of us to stand @ a time. One guy could stand & 1 on  the toilet or 1 could stand & the other could be in the bed. The walls were concrete blocks with a metal grill in front where they would feed us on metal trays. We were supposed to get out for 45 minutes each day to  shower but it was more like 20 minutes every 3rd day.

Freddie had a lot of experience & taught me a lot. He took it upon himself to  teach me how to be a pimp so I could run my own bitches some day. I have never practiced these techniques as I don't like violence & don't want to manipulate people.

After 37 days we were both "Rolled Out" on the yard.

On the yard Freddie knew a bunch of older black men that he had served time with @ McNeil. They had some weed & while before going to "The Hole" I didn't smoke for fear of getting in trouble I now thought "Fuck Them. What are they going to do "Execute me?". So I freely smoked as I was over my fear of "The Hole".

On the 1st day on the yard we were lined up for a count & us new guys were assigned jobs. The jobs were kitchen, laundry, maintenance, & this kind us stuff.

Just as the count started Freddie asked me if I wanted to work & I said "Fuck no". he said "Do every thing I do). So we stood there & got counted & then  jobs were assigned. Neither of us was assigned a job. Everyone filed away to their work details & we just stood there. The guards walked away.

I asked Freddie what happened & he said that we are invisible.

We walked over to the razor wire fence & sat in the grass & looked out over the water. No one approached us.

After a  couple of hours a bell rang & we again joined the others & were counted & the same thing happened. I asked Freddie how this was happening & he said it was because of the American Slaves & Native Americans who had been imprisoned before us. I never understood it but day after day we sat in grass invisible.

After about 3 weeks on the yard I was "Rolled Out" back to the desert prison.

I never saw Freddie again.