Author's Note: Well me and my sister just finished a National Geographic video on solitary confinement in this one prison in the U.S. What we saw in the video was pretty bad, they didn't even treat the prisoners as if they where people. Every moment they where out of their cell they where in chains, and the wardens made the prisoners strip down quite often, also when one of the people was freed, to drive him out they literally put him in a metal cage.The lady in charge of the facility was saying that they are trying to discipline the prisoners and that solitary confinement is like when parents put there kids in time out, to give them time to think, she seems to think that this is helping when in reality it is not. One prisoner said that after he was let out he was in a store and thought someone was following him so he attacked him, another guy said that he has this hate that he has never had before, this need to hurt things that wasn't there ten years ago. After this they had this study where four people wrote about a time they felt connected and 4 others wrote about a time they felt lonely, they then gave these people cookies, and the ones who where made to feel lonely couldn't control their impulses and ate more cookies. I honestly think that that lady needs to try solitary confinement, then tell me how effective it is. So in this post I kind of meshed everything that the different prisoners said about solitary confinement and what happens to them into one journal entryish, fiction piece.
White bed shoved against a white narrow wall, fluorescent lights sting my eyes as I walk. Back and forth, back and forth, across the worn cement where another has gone back and forth, back and forth.Alone. Sometimes it feels like the walls are closing in on me, tiny barriers between me and the world, keeping me locked inside, squeezing my soul so it has no place to go except where it is now. Where it is being pressed and squeezed until its shattered pieces liter the floor. I wish someone would come and beat me, it would be better than nothing, it would be like heaven just to feel again, to be in the presence of another human being. The tiny strip of a window in the corner of the room casts a ray of light on the floor, trying to trick me into believing that there is hope for a better life, but there isn't. There won't ever be, even if I get out of this place I know I will go crazy. I already am crazy, I have barely any memory. The wind on my face is but a ghost quickly fading into the past, sunlight on my back is but a phantom surging into the dark spaces of my brain. Loneliness overwhelms, but so does hate, an uncontrollable rage seethes beneath my surface waiting to unleash its self upon my wardens. All that is left in my world is nothing, everything is nothing. I lay down on the bed looking for some comfort, Squinting my eyes shut to the white bright, blackness overwhelms and soon I am sucked into a real unreality, people's faces float in front of me, their screams and hurt filled faces, a fire burns bright and loud bangs echo in my head. I wake with a start drenched in sweat and look down to see my filthy blood covered hands. I wish I could forgive myself, but how can I do that when I don't even know what to forgive?So I start screaming, like an animal in a cage, because after all that is all that I am.
Author's Note: I would like to know what you guys think about solitary confinement, and if you know anything good about it I would really like you to post it on a comment, because the video was kind of one sided.
