The Newjack's Guide the Big House
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The NewJack’s Guide To The Big House The Collected Wisdom of Ol’ School Table of Contents 1. What do they say about questions in the Big House? 2. I thought it didn’t count in prison? 3. What happens when I make a deal with a dude, but my people’s check didn’t clear in time for store orders? 4. Who am I when I’m hanging out with four junkies? 5. But that guard is different; he’s pretty cool 6. Isn’t Chrysalis a car? 7. Can I get something sweet? 8. I think ya have to keep these scumbags locked up. 9. Did you see that fine piece of ass walk by? 10. What do I do when the power (and the TV) goes out? 11. When do they turn the phones on? 12. Was that Bean talking about me? 13. That’s it, I’m done with everybody! 14. How do I do the Rehabilitation thing? 15. Whaddya do when there’s a urine test and yah can’t go? 16. Whaddya do when them muddafuggas trash your cell? 17. They wanna put me away and bury me! 18. What’s my chances on parole? 19. Why don’t they see I’ve changed? 20. But nobody’s gonna hire an ex-con out there. 21. Why do They all treat us like pieces of shit? 22. How do you put up with all these shitbums? 23. This is all fine n’ dandy, but I’m Gangsta! 24. Should I stash a shank somewhere? 25. What’s the secret to staying sane? Introduction Welcome to the den of thieves, the hospice of addicts, and the purgatory of murderers. This is prison, the most intense experiment in human interaction known throughout history. This Guide was written after 11 years in prison, after once believing I would die in prison, and then finally seeing the front gate awaiting me. There was no Guide when I was locked up. There were remnants of certain “Codes” along with a new generation of “Corrections.” With cameras and computers, The Man has made a science of this prison scenario, but you may find that He isn’t what you might have expected. This is Big Business and “job creation” for prison employees and loyal voters. I once read in one of their industry documents the definition of “Rehabilitation”: “…when the punishment is painful enough to deter future criminal conduct.” This is the equivalent of spanking you harder to invoke obedience, and this is proven to work on a very limited level. The inner resentments that accompany suppressed rage pervert your core from the Truth. But this Guide is not about Them, it is about you, the New Jack in the Big House. At times it may sound preachy, and for this I apologize; my intention is just to get you thinking (to start) and more importantly, to do what you must do to salvage yourself. The destruction of the world is less a product of Machiavelli’s disciples than Sancho Panza’s. It is the fool, the lazy, and the ignorant who loom as our greatest enemies, not the evil workings of The Machine. You still with me? Good. We need you to tap into the real deal, something we are often too young for recognizing—even when it is all around us. The most visible creatures in prison are the sly foxes, and the most vocal sounds are the ruthless wolves. Remember that when you dine with wolves, it is useless to ask if you are guest or entrée. This Guide picks up at the end of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s classic novel, Crime and Punishment. The main character, Raskolnikov, has begun his prison sentence, and we are told that he will ultimately serve 7 years on his Bid; released at age 32: “He did not know that the new life would not be given to him for nothing, that he would have to pay dearly for it, that it would cost him great striving, great suffering.” But that is the beginning of a new story—the story of the gradual renewal of a man, the story of his gradual regeneration, of his passing from one world into another, of his initiation into a new unknown life. That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended.” (P. 542) Be that new story. - Bruce Reilly, aka Ol’ School (2005) 1. Dear Ol’ School, What do they say about questions in the Big House? -Don’t Ask! You don’t ask questions in the Big House. It must begin here. Nobody likes the nosey Buttinski. Not only is it poor manners, it’s dangerous. Makes you look like a stoolie. Just yesterday I was working on a man’s appeal to the United States Supreme Court, and reading up on legal procedures. Along comes some guy with a big whiny mouth crying about his lawyer to anyone who’ll listen. He’s serving a punk bid – one of those guys who would hit the street before his paperwork got filed. “What are you looking up, if you don’t mind me asking,” says the 40-year old bald Black Man. “I do mind you asking,” says Ol’ School, in an offended and condescending tone. As if I was going to answer the first question, which then leads to an avalanche of follow-ups…and I’m supposed to say what: ”But don’t tell anyone, I might get in trouble”? I don’t think so. By him so blatantly violating Chapter One, about questions, he has made me categorize him as just another Wahoo to avoid and forget. People would consider me pretty open for a convict. I don’t Mad- Dog everybody, and I’m rather talkative with a quick smile and stupid laugh. Just because I answer more questions than I should doesn’t mean I ask them. If the Brotherhood builds and two men reach a certain level, then you can ask questions. Heard a noise last night? Don’t ask. Never ask a guy where he got some contraband item; whether it’s food, drugs, weapons, clothes, reading material - whatever. That’s his move. Don’t ask. If you ever do ask a question, never do it in front of others. Broadcasting news in the form of questions is the most common error of judgment; possibly for this reason the rule was first developed. Such a move can “put me out there” with he who is eavesdropping, be it prisoner or guard. That’s a “Dry Snitch” technique – the “innocent” way of revealing information. There was I guy I lived in the block with, a fellow Steelers fan and my back-up storehouse for sports knowledge. We shared battle stories and the whole bit, yet it wasn’t until we took a class together that I learned he was serving a life sentence for murder. That was over five years after we met. The subject just never came up, and I don’t consider him anything short of a stand-up convict. That’s a rare label these days. Keep to yourself with the personal information, and expect the same of others. Let trust build at it’s own pace. For me, that means (usually) you’ve been down for at least a year or two, and lived in my cellblock, or worked with me, for about six months or so. If those stretches seem long, or longer than your bid, well you’re not really doing time – and that’s probably a whole other book (and God Bless ya, short-timer). 2. Dear Ol’ School, I thought it didn’t count in prison? - Bullshit. Life always counts. There is a tendency in prison to make this a parallel universe, and pretend we possess a street self and a joint self, and never the two shall meet. This is a grave mistake. Suddenly this man awakens, like Rip Van Winkle from his dreams, and the whole world has passed him by. Let us look at a few uncounted parts of prison life: Drugs and Sobriety: Clean time counts wherever it is had. Those who have it understand why, and those who don’t, cannot imagine what it means. Sobriety changes you, and the mind-body literally begins to “recover”. After a while the novelty wears off and it’s not a big deal to string a series of thoughts together; it’s no longer amazing to feel healthy and powerful…but what then? Ahh…what then, the great mystery of prison. Confronting the roots of one’s illness (which is then medicated with drugs and alcohol) is its own chapter. After a while, the medicine’s side- effects become an illness on top of an illness. Let the new ailments go; stay sober in prison. He who goes scrounging around for a cigarette, lying to his family for money, scamming the guy in the next bunk, going to segregation and losing Good Time, asking his people to sneak stuff in the visits… That’s straight-up fiending. Imagine once you get out—to have maintained such addict behavior for those prison years? Throw booze, women, crack, and dope in the picture, and you’re a complete wreck. A great coach once said, “Practice doesn’t make perfect, Perfect Practice makes perfect.” Violence: A common prison attitude is how a man claims to not have a bad attitude on the street, but “around here you gotta be like that to keep these punks in line.