June/July - Midnight Express Books

CORCORAN SUN
June/July 2011
ISSN 2162-2779 (Print) ISSN 2162-2760 (Online)
Issue 61
GANGS...TIME...TEARS...AND REASONS.....
T O O U R R E A D E R S : "Bring in the Chickens"
By Danny Simonian
There was a poor farmer who lived with his wife in a small, oneroom shack. The wife's parents came to visit, and stayed...
giving the man no peace. It was crowded, stuffy, and
uncomfortable. Every day, the man would awaken to find his inlaws still there. There was a wise man in the village, and the
farmer decided it was time to go to him for advice. After the
farmer told his story to the wise man, he asked the farmer...
It's easy to do wrong, and come to prison. There are no 'men' in
prison, we are 'so-called' men. When we become a man, we learn to
stay away from drugs and alcohol, and stay out of prison... pick up a
lunch pail and go to work. When we learn to love others and to help
others, then we will become a man. We have been doing wrong for
so long that "wrong seems right." However, nothing will be right if it
is wrong. It is not what happens to us that matters, it is how we react
to it. Remember, much of our pain is self-chosen, and we have given
up the power of choice. We need to stop finding fault and look in the
mirror. Life seems to be hard, that's because we make it hard on
ourselves. Please! Let's examine our thoughts and attitudes, "as you
think, so shall you be." So, flush out all those tired old thoughts. Let
your thoughts be of faith, love, and goodness. God can soften the
hardest of gang member, if we let Him.
"Do you have chickens?"
"Yes." The farmer told him.
"Take all the chickens and put them in the house."
The farmer was confused, but did as the wise man told him. A
few days later, he came back.
"It's not working, they're still there!" He complained.
The wise man thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have
goats."
MY STORY
"I hate cops, I can't stand cops!" This was said by a 7 year old boy
whose uncle had been killed by the police. His parents were already
in jail (since he was five). His stepfather was serving a 20 year term in
prison, and his mother a 7 year term; both for selling narcotics. He
was afraid they would die in there and never come home to him. He
was rotated from one place to another, along with his two small
sisters for the next 8 years. His aunt was a sort of surrogate mother,
and he worshipped his uncle. He remembered when his uncle found
his mother, who had overdosed on heroin. He told the boy to wait in
the next room. The youngster watched through a crack in the door as
his uncle lifted his mother from the chair, carried her into the shower
and turned it on full force. Then he began slapping her in the face and
body, forcing her back to consciousness. Overdose is very common
among drug users; the potency varies with different batches.
"Yes." Answered the farmer.
"Put the goats in the house also."
The farmer complied, and in a few days, returned.
"They're still there!"
The wise man thought, then spoke. "Do you have pigs?"
"Yes."
"Bring them in the house with the chickens and goats."
Frustrated, but willing to try anything, the man complied. In a
few days he was back.
"It's worse than ever! And, they're still there!"
The wise man thought, then nodded. "Take the chickens, goats,
and pigs and put them back out in the yard."
The boy used to deliver jars of narcotics to neighbors. Later, he
learned to run kilos of marijuana without being detected, wrapping
them up like presents. When he was 13 his teacher gave the class a
list of spelling words for them to learn. They were to be tested the
next day. He had learned the words but had forgotten his pencil. If he
did not have a pencil, he would not be allowed to take the test. Being
brought up on the streets, he was very impulsive and had a bad
temper. He lashed out at the teacher and struck her. When he was
expelled from school he never went back. His education ceased in the
sixth grade.
The man complied and returned the next day.
"Oh, thank you! It's so much better now! You really are a wise
man!"
Next time the lockdowns are too long, the food is too intolerable,
your cellie is too smelly, or your girlfriend is too ugly, bring the
chickens, goats and pigs in.
(Paraphrased from "Autobiography of a Yogi"
by Paramahanssa Yogananda)
( Continued on Page 7)
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GOODBYE NATALIE Chapter Three
Alan Rassmussen managed a living by digging through garbage cans, peeking in
windows & following unfaithful spouses around. He'd thought that by becoming a
private investigator it would mean an upgrade in lifestyle from the two bit hustler
he used to be, but sometimes he wondered. He maintained a low rent Hollywood
office & picked up occasional work from his office partner, the attorney Burl
Barnes, although he hadn't made it in to the A-I Detective Agency for the past 6
months. He hadn't even met the new receptionist. Barnes said she a real looker
and dependable. He hoped the latter was true because he'd entrusted her with
some very valuable merchandise. $50.000.00 worth to be exact.
He eyed the stack of crisp cash on the table in front of him and his mind raced with
the possibilities of what the windfall profit might mean to his fledgling family. With
Christmas fast approaching he'd agonized over the thought of disappointment on
the faces of his kids when they'd run down the stairs on Christmas morning only to
discover a hodgepodge of dollar store reject toys. With the money he could afford
something special for his wife too, maybe once again see a light in her eyes after
all these years of hardship. The fact that he was selling out one client for another
was something he was going to have to square later. He wondered what the price
would be for his greed. But with $50.000, he figured he could split the pie in half
and still be Jake.
Jake. An old time term for things turnin' out alright. Sitting in tall cotton. Ironic
that Jake was also the name of the client he was screwing. Jake
Barnes. The nephew of his office partner. His real name was John,
but Burl and everybody always called him Jake cause things
always seemed to work out for him.
Jake had come to him a few months back and asked him to look
after a sealed envelope for him. Just a 9x12" manila envelope. But
Alan hadn't heard from him in weeks and he was certain he'd
have agreed to the deal. He looked around the lavish Beverly Hills
home that his most recent client owned. "Man, these actors got it
made" He thought to himself, "Actor, ha. I ain't seen this has been
in a movie in 10 years. He's selling out his tarnished fame for a
payday on a weekly TV series." Another irony, he was playing a
P.I. of some sort.
Alan's attention drifted to the TV star's photo gallery on display.
He focused on one striking picture of his deceased wife. Now, that
was a movie star. Beautiful, talented. sexy...what a tragedy.
Washed up dead near Catalina Island, boating accident. Alan
scoffed, boating accident. Even a two bit P.I. could see there was
more to that story than would ever see the light of day. But that
wasn't his business. He nervously glanced at his watch as his new
client entered the mahogany walled sitting room.
"I really should be going, she'll be there soon."The client poured a
drink, "Is she reliable?" Alan knew he meant discrete. "I was very
clear in my instructions. Don't talk to anyone, don't look in the package, and don’t
be followed."
The client swirled his crystal glass. "And you're certain she'll follow those
instructions to the letter?" Alan attempted a confident smile, "Absolutely!" He
hoped he wasn't over-selling it, afterall, he was going on Burl Barnes’ word that
the new girl could be counted on. The client seemed to be buying it though. Alan
thought, so who's the real actor here'?
"Go with him Jimmy, make sure everything's intact." Alan eyed the hired muscle.
Thick shoulders, no neck. no smile, no soul. The description, bonecrusher, came to
mind. He hoped the receptionist wouldn't be late.
As Fallon Dawn Ilunter drove the twisting L.A. streets to the appointed meeting
place, a barrage of thoughts flooded her imagination. She'd never met the A-1
Detector Agency boss, yet she had followed his instructions over the phone to the
letter. Well, she reasoned, he knew where the key to the office was, and the
location of the hidden safe & combination.
She eyed herself in the rearview mirror. "Get a grip girl, you been reading too
many mystery novels." Fallon Dawn shook it off. "This is a routine delivery. I'm the
logical deliverer cos I was the only one in the office, not a big deal." The self
consolations didn't completely settle her nerves.
As she wound the final turn to the top of the road that lead to the Griffith Park
Observatory, she recognized the building from an old James Dean movie. She
wondered, who was that girl in Rebel Without a Cause? No time for daydreams
now, there was only one other car in the parking lot and as she coasted to a stop a
man stepped from it & crossed to hers. She cracked the window.
The Price of Greed
"Fallon Dawn?" He was an imposing figure. "That's me." The stranger eyed her,
"You bring it?" Fallon Dawn hesitated. "How do I know who you are?" The stranger
cracked a crooked smile & pulled a business card from his pocket. "I'm glad you're
careful, anybody follow you? You talk to anyone?" The card read. Alan
Rassmussen. A-I Detective Agency. Fallon Dawn relaxed a bit. "Nope just like you
said, no calls, nobody followed. What's the safe combo?" The stranger locked eyes
with Fallon, again the smile, "38-22-36, what else?" Fallon Dawn relented & slid
the briefcase from under the seat through the window. The man sat it on the car
hood and dialed the case lock adroitly. He flipped it open and examined the
envelope. His next move made the hair on the base of her neck stand up. He
casually looked around then stepped back towards the driver's window. As he did
so, he reached his hand into his jacket lapel. Suddenly, car lights traced the trees
as a noisy carload of teens pulled into the lot. Fallon Dawn's danger senses were
exploding as she focused on the bulge in the man's jacket. She cranked the
ignition, threw the car in gear and floored the accelerator hard. As she sped away,
the briefcase flew off the hood. Maybe he was just reaching for a tip for her
trouble, maybe not. Better safe than sorry...and she felt anything but safe as she
skidded out of the park.
Back at the mansion the client tore open the envelope and checked the contents.
"It's a copy!" His eyes narrowed on Alan Rasmussen. "This is a photocopy, where's
the original?"
"That's what he gave me, that's all I got! He gave me the
envelope, told me to hold it, I never even opened it!"
Alan felt the hope of a nice Christmas and the 50k slipping
away. Maybe he could bargain for a reduced payment. The
guy 's loaded after-all. Maybe the wife would get a kick
out of an autographed photo of him and the Hollywood
bigwig. And maybe the kids could make do with a new
puppy from the shelter. He was sure that things could be
worked out.
When Fallon Dawn arrived at work the next morning, Burl
Barnes called her into his office. "I've got bad news Fallon,
my office partner, Alan Rassmusson, he's dead." Fallon
Dawn felt faint. "They found him early this morning,
suicide, carbon monoxide poisoning. I have to go i.d. the
body; you can take the day off."
Fallon Dawn was in shock, she couldn't speak. Barnes
stood and stared plaintively at a wall photo of himself and
another man grinning broadly at the camera. He shook his
head. "That poor, poor family." The floor was spinning
underneath Fallon Dawn's feet. "Mr. Barnes. That photo
you're looking at, is that Alan?" "Oh. I forgot; you never
met him, did you? Yes, that's him." Fallon Dawn's throat
got dry and it felt like her heart was stuck in it. Her head felt light and her
breathing was stilted. The man in the photograph was not the man she had given
the briefcase to.
Locked in his car on a lonely road that lead to now here, Alan Rassmussen had
finally learned the price fate charged for treachery and greed. Everything.
(To be continued)
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Icicle Bill is not by no means 'high-literary' stuff. It is pure
entertainment, which is what good fiction is supposed to be. Icicle
Bill flows from scene to scene smoothly and effortlessly, which
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the same time, Babb allowed free reign to his imagination, which
is what invests the story with a subtle hallucinizer, one that makes
the reader keep reading.
All that being said, Icicle Bill is recommended reading. And it is
rumored that D. Razor Babb has another novel coming out soon Goodbye Natalie. If it's as delightful as Icicle Bill, it'll be worth
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BOOK REVIEW
Icicle Bill
By D. Razor Babb
Reviewed by Christopher Zoukis
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EDUCATION BEHIND BARS NEWSLETTER by Christopher Zoukis
The Education Behind Bars Newsletter (EBBN), a free bi-monthly
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prisoners can be heard expressing what a shame it is that their
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of even a high school or middle school education. EBBN brings
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As the debut issue comes near Mr. Zoukis realizes the weight of
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stability of both our nation and the millions connected to the
current over-bloated corrections system in the United States." He
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EBBN's focus is both practical and altruistic. On the practical level
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I was In shock. Murphy went through his pockets and found $2.43, a
crack stem, an empty baggie.
"I'll be back." Murphy walked out the door,
"Baby, you okay?" I ran to Slick to help him up.
"Yeah, get me a rag."
I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and ran water over it to clean
up the blood. When I got back to the kitchen, I froze in my tracks.
"Don't move or you'll get it too!" Murphy said while pointing a gun at
Slick's head.
I didn't know what to think. There was another man, who I didn't
know, standing behind Murphy with duct tape and plastic wrap. They
had planned this out. After looking the stranger up and down, I
noticed that Slick was twitching. I looked closer and saw he had been
shot in the head! Blood was pouring out all over the floor! Murphy
must have had a silencer, I hadn't heard any gunshot. I was so dazed,
I couldn't even cry, react, or anything. I just stood there.
"Journey!" Murphy yelled, waking me from my haze.
"Get me some towels and some garbage bags."
I did as he said and when I came back, the other man was taping
plastic around Slick's body. Before I knew it, Slick's body was gone
and I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, replaying everything
that had just happened.
"Journey." Murphy said.
"What?" I responded automatically, void of emotion. "No hard
feelings, it's all a part of the game." Murphy hugged me.
It felt strange, but I was comfortable in the arms of the man who had
just killed my boyfriend. For some reason, I didn't want him to go and
I felt no sorrow for what had just happened. Murphy kissed me on
the forehead and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
(...to be continued)
STUNTIN’ IS A HABIT By Laura Shope
Chapter Three
I ran up the steps and into the house, hoping to put Slick out for
good, only no one was home. "This MF'er is still out smoking!" I
thought to myself. So, I went about my normal routine and called
Grandma to tell her I was home so she could bring Elijah back.
“Mommy, mommy!" My baby yelled as he ran inside. "What's up,
little man?" I reached down to pick him up. He was getting heavy.
“How was work?" Gram asked. We carried on with some small talk
and she left. I pulled Elijah's coat & shoes off and he took off running
through the house. I would give anything to have that much energy.
I still hadn't heard from Slick for most of the day, then my cell phone
began dancing around on the table. "Hello?"
"Journey, where's that pile of crap, Slick!?"
(It was Murphy) "I don't know; he'll be home soon." I said that to
reassure myself more than him.
"Well I'm on my way up there; I heard he's been smokin' my stuff."
Murphy hung up before I could say anything.
Something wasn't right. I could feel It In the pit of my stomach. Slick
had smoked up other people's dope before and got away with it, but
there was something different about Murphy. The sun went down
and I was getting ready to put Elijah to bed when Slick cane home.
“Baby, did Murphy call you?" Was the first thing he said; he looked
scared.
"Yeah, he said he was on his way over to get his money. You got it,
right?"
"Well... l’ma get It. I just ain't got it right now." "What do you mean
you don't have it? You had $700.00 and at least a half ounce left
when I went to work!"
I knew where it went. When Slick smoked, he really smoked. I've seen
him go through a whole ounce by himself In a day.
"Don't sweat it. I only owe him a stack. He'll just have to be patient,"
he said calmly.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. SIick ran to the back of the
house and told me to tell Murphy he wasn't home. I was always left
to duck, dodge and cover.
"Who is it?" I yelled through the door.
"You know who it is. Open the freaking door!"
"Why you cussing at me like that?" I said as I opened the door. "I
didn't do anything to you, Murphy." He ignored my question and
asked where Slick was.
"I don't know, I came home from work and he was gone." "Call him."
Murphy commanded.
"He's not answering my calls." I stalled.
"I don't care. Call him again, I wanna see."
I picked up the phone and dialed Slick's number. We both heard his
phone ringing from the other room. That dumbass forgot to turn his
phone off. Slick came walking down the hall, playing it off.
"What's up, playboy? I was just about to call you." Murphy pushed
him up against the wall, "You're a liar. I been callin' you all day."
Murphy was still leaning on Slick. "Yo, fall back. Why you
disrespecting me in my own home?" Murphy let go and calmed
down. "You got my money?" Uh-oh, I thought.
"I’ma get your money. There's something I had to handIe. Just gimme
a couple days, bro. I'll get it."
Murphy punched Slick right in the face, and he didn't stop at that. He
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blood. I just stood there and stared. I didn't know what the hell to do,
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I get out of here in 1997, and as I sit here, I think about all I've been
through. I'm a third termer (with three strikes), I don't have any more
chances. If I get arrested again, it's 25-to-life. There's more out there for
me than wasting my life in prison. I know drugs can ruin a person's life
and hurt the ones you love most. I've seen people come and go from
prison and heard all there is to hear. It's the same old story...gangs,
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At 15 he fathered his first child; at 27 he had a family of 8 children.
That child, of course, was me. From the age of 9 through 31 I used drugs.
It was a part of my everyday life. I used every drug I could get my hands
on. At 31 I was sent to prison for robbery following a high speed chase.
That was 1987 to 1989. I was only out 2 months before I went back for
the same charge! This time, the chase went for 27 miles. When I got out
in 1990, I only stayed out for 4 months. This time, I got 10 years.
I'm tired of it. It's rough and lonely life. I hope you never have to go
through it.
I hope when I get out, I'll be able to walk away from this hell and never
look back.
While I was inside, I lost my mother behind drugs, money and love. I
believe she died of a broken heart. The cops wanted my kids to plant
microphones in my mother's house and my father overheard what was
being asked of them. He decided to give my kids up to the court rather
than be worried about which of my 8 children might do what the
undercover police were asking them to do. When I called my mother
from prison she was crying, telling me she would give me money to buy a
house so I could get my kids back from foster homes. After that, my
mother went into a deep depression, she was heart-broken. My father
had done that to get back at my wife for cooperating with the police. She
didn't even have a home for our kids. My mother's health deteriorated
from not being able to see her grandchildren. She would not eat, talk to
anybody, and became very ill. She was hospitalized and went into a
coma.
EDITOR'S NOTE: I met Danny Simonian about 15 years after he wrote
that. We're in the same cellblock. He wants to write a book on gang
intervention to help kids; maybe keep them from following the same path.
I hope I can help.
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I went to see her, from prison. She was still in a coma. When I got back to
the pen, the Sergeant called me into the office. I knew what he was going
to tell me. I felt it in my heart. I lost my mother. Two months later my
grandmother died also.
The grandfather replied, "Which ever one I feed."
My wife left me because nobody wanted her around because she was
involved with the undercover cops. Everything I loved was swept out
from under my feet. My father started drinking heavily. He was driving on
the freeway and caused an accident where the other people got hurt, as
well as himself. He got 8 years for that. I came back to prison soon
afterward. My son soon followed in my footsteps, as I had followed my
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Jenny kissed me when we met,
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My oldest son was sent to prison for kidnapping, robbery, car-jacking,
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and said they offered him 13 years: I wrote back and told him to count his
blessings and take the deal. While he was in county, he was jumped by
gang members and stabbed in the face, arms, chest and back. My other
son was in the same unit, watching from another cell. He could do
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like that anymore and ended the relationship. As she left, he pulled out
the IV's and tried to go after her, but collapsed.
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In January, about 1,000 prisoners at the California Men's Colony
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The Supreme Court reversed the Sixth Circuit on the question of
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BOP Update: Fingerprint Indentification System
By Christopher Zoukis
In a memorandum dated March 14, 2011, the population of FCC
Petersburg was alerted as to a new electronic system being
installed in the commissary building. According to the
memorandum, "Beginning on Monday, March 21, 2011, FCC
Petersburg will begin utilizing the Fingerprint Identification
System,” when conducting commissary sales at all institutions.
Inmates will no longer be required to provide their inmate
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be required to provide their fingerprint using the fingerprint
identification equipment that will be located at each sales
window. In addition, it will no longer be necessary to provide a
signature when the sale is complete."
The implementation of such a system is considered both good and
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forgetting one's identification card while attempting to purchase
items from the commissary is eliminated. Also, the risk of one's
identification card being stolen and used for fraudulent purchases
will be eliminated; something that happens even though the clerk
selling the commissary items is actually a prison guard.
Those against the Fingerprint Identification System have a
number of concerns. The top concern is cost. Such a system
cannot be inexpensive and many want to know where the money
came from to purchase such a system. The worry is that the
system was paid for by the profits of the commissary, funds used
for the prison population's direct needs. They are concerned that
this is a waste of funds needed elsewhere, such as in the
Education Department or in the Recreation Department.
Others are concerned about the health and safety risks of such a
communal system. They worry that this system will help spread
germs and other communicable diseases; much like the
computers and telephones do. This concern appears to be
partially validated because of recent reported cases of both
scabies and MRSA; not to mention the regular occurrence of staff
infection in the prison population.
The final group question why the Fingerprint Identification System
is being implemented. Their concerns are both practical and
conspiratorial. On the practical side, they wonder why we need
such a system when the scanning of a bar code on the individual
prisoner's identification card works just fine. They are also
concerned with potential hidden applications of the stored
fingerprints. They worry that these scanned prints will be shared
with a third party for some hidden agenda. While they understand
that the Department of Justice already has their fingerprints on
file, they are concerned that the new scanning of both their left
and right thumbs will be used to further track them.
Regardless of if the implementation of the Fingerprint
Identification System is a good idea or not, it does show a Bureau
of Prisons which is motivated to bring up-to-date technology into
its prison system. This is further shown by FCC Petersburg's recent
installation of a computer system, called TRULINCS, which
contains a monitored email service; a service first implemented
around 3 years ago in select prisons during pilot programs. All-inall, technological innovation and implementation is a good idea
Sources: Bureau of Prison's Memorandum
(First published in The Update: Federal Criminal & Immigration Law)
Christopher Zoukis is a writer and the editor of Education Behind Bars
Newsletter and is housed at FCI-Petersburg. He is the published author of
numerous book reviews, articles, essays, and poems. He is a New York Journal
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member of the Society of Professional Journalists, National Writers Union, PEN
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internationally by the Associated Press, Google News, and Yahoo News.
Currently, Christopher is a staff writer at State and Federal Criminal Law
Review and The Update: Federal Criminal and Immigration Law . He is the
Associate Editor of Corcoran Sun and he is a contributing writer at Blog Critics.
He recently completed his first book, Education Behind Bars; a 652 page
reference guide to distance education for the prisoner-student. To date five
publishers have requested the full manuscript to review and send out for blind
reviews. Besides Education Behind Bars, he is working on his debut novel,
Practice Electra.
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