This is what an injustice system does to us. It systematically destroys. Losing Hope…
Come June 2020, it will be one year since I’ve heard from my son. Other than two, three minute conversations with a guard beside him. Bryce is not communicating with me. He’s not calling or writing home as he has been for ten years. This isn’t like him.
I’m feeling real low today, experienced people post that the prison system doesn’t want an inmate to have family ties. They want to keep inmates locked up till they die. This keeps the beds filled, which keeps funds flowing in, especially for the mentally ill like my Bryce who are given prescription medications.
If they wanted to, they could keep him drugged up, chained to the floor in a small cell with feces on the walls, and puddles of urine on the floor. The sink or toilet doesn’t have to work. I think they are one in the same. I remember Bryce telling me that he cleaned the urinal, so he could wash his t shirts in it. Some prisons have MOLD GROWING on the ceiling and PAINT CHIPPING. Give him a mat to sleep on. Toss him a baloney sandwich. They do not care.