22. Sex Offenders in Prison
Should sex offenders receive life sentences?
Sex Offenders in Prison
Sex Offenders in Prison is the continuation in a series of hubs in which I discuss my life of rebellion, dabbling in the Occult, drugs, crime and prison to life-changing conversion through Jesus Christ. Click here to read it from the beginning. In this hub, I will discuss some details about sex offenders in federal prison.
You Mess with Children, Prisoners Mess with You!
As I mentioned in my last hub, child offenders got beat up quite often in Lompoc FCI. One of those child offenders happened to be a bunky (guy I shared my bunk with) of mine. I didn’t know it at the time, but friends that he played Dungeons and Dragons with (yes, people play Dungeons and Dragons in prison) started becoming suspicious when he wouldn’t produce his paperwork after being confronted about it.
While my bunky was talking on the pay phone to his wife, a couple of woods (white gangsters) rushed him from both sides and knocked him around a little bit; although, he didn’t get hurt too bad. I should have known something was up with the guy. He looked paranoid all of the time; and he would get jumpy when others started talking to him. In retrospect, he was probably anticipating getting confronted about his crime.
One time a few of the woods got drunk on pruno (prison wine, made from rotten fruit) and attacked some suspected child offenders in their sleep. I think they beat up around three or four of them before the guards realized what they were up to and put a stop to it.
Do Not Try to be a Tough Chomo
There was a guy who was trying to run with the Pisas (Mexicans) that turned out to be a child offender. Pisas are basically Mexicans that band together. I wouldn’t quite call them a gang; but they’re a force to be reckoned with due to their numbers. Nevertheless, they have rules and standards, just like a prison gang. Anyway, this child offender was trying to be someone of authority in their group, thinking that they would not discover his offense. Needless to say, they found out about his crime and sent him on his way to the hospital.
Now, if you’re a child offender, do not attempt to be someone in a gang. That is the easiest way to get discovered and catch a beat down. Gangs are not going to allow you to be a leader in their organization without running a check on you. So, if you’re a chomo (prison slang for child molester), you’d best keep to yourself, be completely respectful to other inmates, and find somewhere to hide out!
Unfortunately, most chomos (and snitches) choose to hide out in the chapel, which gives Christians a bad name in prison. I am a Christian, and I went to the chapel regularly, myself. I didn’t realize how bad the situation was until I walked by a room full of “Christians” watching movies one day, and I realized that about 39 of the 40 guys in there were known child offenders.
The chapel was open quite often in Lompoc FCI. That was like a second home for all of the chomos and snitches. Don’t get me wrong, though, there were some genuine Christians there too. And even some of the chomos and snitches may have had their lives turned around by God. Who knows. I don’t know. Only God knows the hearts of men. I do know this, though: most of them were there just hiding out. Their actions, outside of the chapel, spoke for themselves. Another hide out was in the library, where 'mos (short for chomos) would read fantasy novels all day.
The child offender situation in Lompoc FCI got pretty bad. At the onset of my stay there, inmates would try and purge Lompoc of them by beating them up. However, sometime in 2009 (I believe), there was a law passed which made more child offenders subject to federal imprisonment. Thus, increasing the influx of child offenders into Lompoc FCI. By the time I got released, there were so many child offenders on the yard that you could throw a rock in any direction and hit one.
At that point, inmates stopped beating child offenders up (as much) and told them to just stay away from them. Once they were discovered, they were forced (by other inmates, under the threat of bodily injury) to move into a certain dorm called J Dorm. This happened to a guy that was living in my dorm. He came home from work one day to find a note on his bed which pretty much said, “Move out to J Dorm, chomo, or else!” He got the picture and showed the note to the officer in charge of our dorm. Within five minutes, he was packing up his property to move to J Dorm.
In my last hub, I promised to tell you about what happens to gangsters who violate their gang code and the prisoner who punched a cop. I will discuss that in my next hub. Click on the link below to read it.