So Long…

ACTS: 1-12

A week had passed by since I wrote the tickets on Mr. Obscenity. I was working with two of my students in the flower gardens next to the healthcare building and the segregation unit. A corrections transportation van had been parked next to the segregation unit where they normally bring prisoners in for processing or take prisoners out. I wasn’t surprised to see Mr. Obscenity being led out in handcuffs, belly chains, and shackles. At the same time a sergeant was video filming his departure. Mr. Obscenity caught a look at us working in the flower garden and went into a tirade. He started a ballistic verbal attack and threatened us with, “he paid for us to be hit.” A hit in the prison was a very real thing. I was surprised he would threaten us while being video taped. It didn’t matter to him. He was led into the van and took his seat reluctantly. It was obvious he was very unhappy. I wondered if he had paid for the hits? My students were not concerned, and laughing told him, ” sit back, enjoy the ride.” This only infuriated Mr. Obscenity.

He once again lashed into a tirade directed at me, and what a “fuckin pussy I was teaching prisoners how to grow flowers!” The officers slammed the van door shut, smiled at us, as if in agreement with Mr. Obscenity’s comment, and began their long journey. After the van pulled through the sally port, the yard sergeant made his way over to me, and informed me of the following: Mr. Obscenity was not on his way to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula higher security prisons. He was being transported to the Federal Bureau of Investigations’ Office in Detroit where he would be met by two Federal Marshalls. He would then be transported by the Marshalls to the Detroit Metropolitan Airport. Waiting for him there would be two officers from Interpol, accompanied by two Malaysian field agents. He was wanted in Malaysia for drug and human trafficking, as well as Singapore. Mr. Obscenity wasn’t aware of this and would be in total shock. Both countries carried the death penalty for the offences he was accused of. If he didn’t know that, I was sure he would be made aware of it on his returning flight.

I would not hear about his case for many years. The violence he threatened us with never transpired, and my students informed me he was “full of shit.” They thought he was delusional. They believed he wasn’t at the prison long enough to establish himself as someone to fear. He was a name dropper who used names to intimidate other inmates or staff if necessary. That’s how he operated. I didn’t share with them what I knew about him, what I believed his fate would be, or what the yard sergeant had told me. My thoughts were on the first time I had met Mr. Obscenity and his friends in my youth. How I vowed to myself and God that I would never treat anyone as bad as he and his friends treated others not part of their group. Making fun of the way they dressed, talked, looked. and just not being cool enough. It didn’t surprise me that he would be involved in the crimes he was accused of. He was practicing for it in his youth. Although, it was the first time I had heard of an inmate being picked up by Interpol, I thought, he was now going to reap the fruits of his harvest. In his own alienating vernacular, back in his day, ”he’s way too cool for you.” TO BE CONTINUED…

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