and stainless steel will cut this metal that they use. so over a period of time, you can shape a knife out of your toilet as long as the cops don t find the pattern cut in your toilet. there s many things you can do to make weapons back here. it s not that hard. usually in high desert we got them out when we got haircuts. because they haircut they pull us out of the cell and take us to the concrete yard to cut hair. that s when we would drop the knife off. and when they came to search for us for yard, they didn t find anything. we went out to yard and found the knife we stashed previously, and that s how we got it out. some inmates choose to do it a little immorally. they put it in places where the sun don t shine, and they carry it out to yard. that s how they get their knives out. i wasn t about to do that. jeremy s weapon smuggling days may be over now that he s locked up in the shu. but the officers in corcoran deal with thousands of other inmates who all know the same tricks and
home sweet home, huh? huh? home sweet home, huh? you going to hug me? no. okay. on b yard, officers are using the intel obtained in the cellblock raid in hopes of finding the hidden weapons. it looks like it s made out of aluminum. some type of cloth fashioned into a handle. this could ruin your day. so far we found nine in an hour and a half span and we re about two-thirds done with this yard.
when they get letters from the mainline, they check the list to see if anybody that person s name is on the list. and fit is they send a message or something back to the mainline saying, go ahead and destroy him, he s no good, and i ll probably get stabbed in the back soon. because i m sny. because i turned sny. because i don t want to stab anybody anymore. i don t want to be their prison bitch. in order to be moved to an sny yard, jeremy must first prove he can interact nonviolently with other inmates. transition to mainline, the only thing that has changed so far is going out to the yard with 20 other inmates and going out there and seeing if i can get along with them. we only get yard, like, three times a week. it lasts from 9:00 or 12:00 or 12:30. usually right before i go out, i get panic attacks because i don t know if i m coming back in. you don t know what s going to happen here. as another part of his gradual transition to an sny
yard. by the time our crews had reached the yard, officers had broken up the fight and separated the suspects for questioning. i moved food off the chair and it almost hit the other gentleman, and he felt like i was disrespecting him on purpose, and we exchanged some words. and the next thing, we were fighting in the chow hall. he kicked some egg that was sitting on the seat violently towards my way. violently? violently. he did it with a frown face, so, you know, i m thinking, you going to say excuse me, sir? i didn t say sir. i said, you going to say excuse me, the slang. and he said, excuse me. and i left it at that. i thought it was over with. we all sat down, and he was still running his mouth. so you re at the same table? we re at the same table. was it a personal dispute or part of a larger thing? it was personal at that moment. it was personal at that moment. there has been a fistfight in the dining hall between a hispanic and a black inmate.
living on the street, you learn one thing. you survive by any means necessary. you do whatever it takes to get out of a situation like that. so if that means i have to become an accomplice, so be it. i m not going to die. you know, i m just too young. it became it came from there. one day they came up to me and said, you re going on a mission in ad seg. my mission was to stab a man who came from another yard who was supposedly no good because they wouldn t have jump off in a riot after they got attacked. the woods on that yard was no good because they didn t attack the blacks after they got attacked. i stabbed this man three times and i got away with it. i walked off into the middle of the yard before the buzzer went off on the yard for everybody to get down. i had blood all over my hands. i was trying to get it off, so i licked the blood off my hands to get away with the crime. that brutal assault was not his last.