Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
A Bit Sick To My Stomach
Occasionally, when I have a little time on my hands, I get on the computer at work and look up offenders i have dealt with before to see where they are and what they are doing. Of course after all of those years in the Hive, the only ones I really remember are the worst knuckleheads, so it's rarely good news.
But it is sometimes amusing.
Not this time.
I first met this little idiot in '07 or '08 when he was nineteen or twenty. Constantly in trouble. Acted like he was somewhere between twelve and fourteen, mentally and emotionally. In and out of the Hive all of the time. Sometimes for random acts of douchebaggery and once in awhile on suicide watch for claiming he was going to kill himself. Always doing something remarkably ignorant.
We were always relieved to see him leave and never surprised when he came back.
I remember thinking at the time "Here's one fool we are going to be dealing with for the rest of his life."
Much to my infinite surprise, he got out of prison March of last year.
I hadn't though of him since then.
Tonight I got on the computer and ran his name and it came up again. He landed in the intake side of a prison up north at the beginning of this month. The first time he was incarcerated it was for stealing animals of some sort and stealing a car and setting it on fire. He did three or four years for that.
This time he was in for 1st degree murder. Sentenced to life without parole.
Warning. If you have a soft heart or a weak stomach don't read the next paragraph.
I wish now that I hadn't looked. But when I got home tonight I searched and found what he did. Some fool left him watching her children while she was at work. He took her 4 year old son out by a pond and cut his throat with a pocket knife, then sent her a picture with his cell phone and confessed to the murder.
That left me feeling sick to my stomach. Obviously the system had failed.
I can't place any blame other than the fact that I feel slightly guilty even though I had nothing to do with the decision to let him out. Obviously if he had completed his sentence they had no choice but to release him.
Since I'm a part of the system I feel bad when it fails so catastrophically. But I know that there was nothing I could have done to prevent this.
There were times when I wanted to wring his neck, sure. And if I had done that then maybe that boy would still be alive. But then I'd be in prison instead and that wouldn't have worked out well for me at all.
At least I take the small comfort in the fact that my prediction came through.
We will now be dealing with him for the rest of his life.