Monday, December 24, 2007

Warden, here's my finger

Lenny was convicted for the kidnapping and rape of a teenager. He was an angry young man and decided to "get even" for the man who had molested him years earlier when he too was a teenager. If that had not been bad enough, the molester was infected with aids. This was not discovered until several months after he was put into a prison medical center. Because of his bitterness, he was constantly involved in fighting, biting, and throwing things at other inmates and guards.

After being placed in solitary confinement for some six months he grew more agitated by the day. He kept asking for the guards to ask the warden to come and see him, however, it must have fell on deaf ears as the warden didn't show up.

In desperation, he chose to bite off the first diget if his own index finger. He then placed it in an envelope and gave it to one of the guards to take it to the warden. When the warden opened the envelope he could not believe his eyes. He had Lenny taken to the emergency room for treatment and then had him taken to the prison psychiatric hospital for follow-up.

Three months later, Lenny was returned to his very cell in solitary to complete his sentenced for his criminal deeds he had commited in prison. He wrote the warden time and time again, but as before, the warden refused to go to Lenny's cell to see him.

Once again, Lenny decided that the only way to get the wardens attention was to do something of magnitude to get the warden's attention. Lenny decided to to bite the first diget of his middle finger. This time however, Lenny took the portion of finger that he bit off, wrapped a long piece of dental floss around it and dangled it outside his cell, swinging it back and forth as the blood spurted forth.

The warden had enough of these antics and had had Lenny transfered to the psychiatric hospital until his death...


Anonymous said...

Oralé "Moco" you can do better then this. Why did you you name your blog "The Mexican Mafia and more" if you are not going to put anything in it about the "Mob" I read your book so I know you are privy to some pretty interesting info. Now is your chance to make a big impact in the "blogosphere", since "Wallyfay" (AKA-Tony Rafael) from the "Inthehat" blog has been MIA since 12-06-07 probably out spending the dough he made on his book about the Avenues, that was false advertising like a "mofo". FYI, "bogus Pete" was killed in a car accident in Arizona about 2 years ago.

Moco said...

anonymous, thanks for the info on "Bogus Pete" I didn't have that. I was just doing some reminiscing about a few cases that were prominant during the same period of time. I will be posting some of the "meat" as I go along, these stories were meant for those persons that are having problems with their "adolescent" kids. If it helps just one parent to instill the reality of jail and prison life it will be worth it.

Anonymous said...

"I went to the Los Angeles Condado for the first time in 1979, and before that I spent alot of tiempo in Los Angeles's Juvenile Hall system, Back in the day avia un chingo de negros y most of the Raza that was locked up were Chicanos (pochos)alot of homies from LA Counties original Barrios, and not all these tagging crews, paisas, and other "riff-raff". Todo estaba bien en esos tiempos, their wasn't all this politics with the Raza, us youngsters had un chingo de respeto para los veteranos. We still got off with the "changos" and handled our business, alot of the "Big Homies" were able to still be on the main line. There was no gang module, the camaradas from all the Maravilla barrios were all Sureños, thats why alot of the older batos from Maravilla will have Sureño, or Sur 13 tatooed on them. We walked to 3 hot meals, in the chow hall, everyday. We were able to "get our roam on" visit homies in other modules throughout the jail. We were able to have 40 Dollars cash money on our person, and we could smoke cigarettes in our cells, visiting was held 6 days aweek. If you were just doing "county time" you might be sent to do it at "The old county jail" downtown or Biscaluiz center in City Terrace, but if you were lucky you would be sent to do your soleta at the "rancho" Wayside Honor Ranch. At all the county facilitys there was always plenty of drugs to get high on acido, PCP, yesca and chiva (my favorite) back then you did about 22 days out of each month, so if you got a "county lid" 1 year, you did like 8 months 20 days, which was ample time for you to get healthy, get your weight back and be out there again, ready for your next "run". Like I mentioned earlier there wasn't too much politics happening any PC's or any other kind of basura on the mainline got dealt with swiftly and efficiently by us youngsters trying to make a reputation. There was gangbanging going on between alot of the neighborhoods that had beefs on the streets, at the Rancho some of the not so serious beefs got settled on the baseball diamond. We all had a good time and these places were a good places to find new crime partners from other barrios, as well as find new and better drug connections. One thing about that damn system was that it felt like you were going through a revolving door, once you went through it was never ending, and you see the faces that you been doing time with since you were in the Juvenile system, except for the ones who died from gunshots, stabbings, or drug overdoses. Back then we used this phrase alot, "there aint no future in that" I sure wish I would of took that phrase literally because although most of the things I did in the 37 years before I became "clean & sober" I do not regret, I sure did waste alot of time, in jail and on the streets doing the things that I did to put me back in that revolving door. So if you are young or if you are old, when it comes to jail and doing time, beleive me "there aint no future in it".

Moco said...

anonymous, thank you for your real life views about the way it was/is from juvenile hall to the jail and eventually the prison. There are still hard-heads on the streets that think it is all a big game, as you and I know it is serious business. My whole concern is an attempt to keep the youngsters out of prison and in school. A kid without an education is like a car without brakes, nothing good will come from it. Growing up in Hazard in the 40's I saw some of my friends end up in prison, having first went to Preston, then DVI and ending up at San Quentin. On the other hand, there were others that became police officers as I did. Thanks again for your comments, I appreciate them coming from someone that has been there...moco