I hated, am hating, and will hate every millisecond of being in prison. Our arms (and/or legs) were often chained up, and we were placed behind a metal cage like animals. You step out of line? A baton to your back. You offend that big convict? A fist to your face. You try to sleep? One inmate yells out weird noises and mimics animal voices in the dead of night. You try to eat? Better eat fast before your time runs out. Thirteenth Amendment? Slavery is legal in prison; we labor in the day like a Negro before the Civil War.

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Once in a while, an accused communist would be incarcerated here. The people in the prison being peace advocates and alleged communists opened my eyes. I had a lot of time to think about the country I live in, and I must say, I am not proud of America. Propaganda fliers covered up every inch of every wall, trying to get more young men to become murderers, or send them to their death. Anyone who speaks for peace is locked up, leaving only harsh barbaric warriors trying to put the United States society to war. Meanwhile, a whole witch hunt for communists and anarchists is going on. When will this end?