On Tuesday, April 12th, I was told to pack my belongings and report to the transfer area, known in prison parlance as the "Draft Room"...
I was being transferred! The news was a shock. I wasn't expecting it. I had been at Sullivan for twenty-eight years. Now, without warning, I was being uprooted and evicted. Why? Was I falling behind with the rent? No, it could not have been this because New York's prisoners don't pay rent for our cells. I suppose I may
never know the reason.
Relocating was traumatic. I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. Not that anything which happens in prison should be a surprise, as one never knows what to expect in these places.
At, my former facility, I was busy with my daily work assignments. In the afternoons, I worked as a program aide for the men who were part of Sullivan's Intermediate Care Unit. I was a caregiver and helper for the "special needs" men. While in the evenings I was a clerk in the chapel. And now I am in a strange place with hundreds of new faces. Such a transition will take time, for sure.
For the moment, however, I am still without my personal property other than the clothes I left Sullivan with. And a few kindhearted inmates gave me some hygiene articles, along with a pen and paper, and some postage stamps. But I will have to wait for my typewriter in order to fully edit and finish this entry.
D.B.
never know the reason.
Relocating was traumatic. I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. Not that anything which happens in prison should be a surprise, as one never knows what to expect in these places.
At, my former facility, I was busy with my daily work assignments. In the afternoons, I worked as a program aide for the men who were part of Sullivan's Intermediate Care Unit. I was a caregiver and helper for the "special needs" men. While in the evenings I was a clerk in the chapel. And now I am in a strange place with hundreds of new faces. Such a transition will take time, for sure.
For the moment, however, I am still without my personal property other than the clothes I left Sullivan with. And a few kindhearted inmates gave me some hygiene articles, along with a pen and paper, and some postage stamps. But I will have to wait for my typewriter in order to fully edit and finish this entry.
D.B.
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