There’s a lot of misinformation concerning my life in prison...
Although I am labeled as a “high profile” inmate because of the notoriety surrounding the Son of Sam case, for the most part, I’m just another face in the crowd.
Many of my fellow inmates know about my case, or have at least heard about it. While just as many weren't even born when those crimes occurred. These days, much to my good fortune, the majority of both groups seem disinterested in knowing anything about it, which is fine with me. Thankfully, no one fusses over me or bothers me about it, which I’m thankful for. The guards don’t treat me differently, which I am also thankful for.
I live within the confines of the facility’s general population. I’m allowed to freely mingle with the other prisoners. I socialize with men who come from all walks of life, be they young or old.
I’m mentioning this because many on the outside are quick to assume that I live in isolation, hidden away from everyone else. They may picture me as being bound with chains and handcuffs. That whenever I leave my cell, I’m surrounded by a squad of corrections officers.
The truth is, the facility’s staff basically sees me as inmate Berkowitz. While my peers see me as David, or as “brother Dave,” and nothing more.
D.B.
Many of my fellow inmates know about my case, or have at least heard about it. While just as many weren't even born when those crimes occurred. These days, much to my good fortune, the majority of both groups seem disinterested in knowing anything about it, which is fine with me. Thankfully, no one fusses over me or bothers me about it, which I’m thankful for. The guards don’t treat me differently, which I am also thankful for.
I live within the confines of the facility’s general population. I’m allowed to freely mingle with the other prisoners. I socialize with men who come from all walks of life, be they young or old.
I’m mentioning this because many on the outside are quick to assume that I live in isolation, hidden away from everyone else. They may picture me as being bound with chains and handcuffs. That whenever I leave my cell, I’m surrounded by a squad of corrections officers.
The truth is, the facility’s staff basically sees me as inmate Berkowitz. While my peers see me as David, or as “brother Dave,” and nothing more.
D.B.
