You can't circulate cash in prison. Every prisoner will have a big account card in prison. When he is transferred from the detention center to the prison, all the cash will be transferred to this card, and the money sent by his family every month will also be transferred to this card.
How many things everyone can buy when they go to the supermarket is determined by their respective regions. There is no limit to daily necessities, and others will be determined according to the "treatment" of prisoners. According to the level of treatment, it is also an acceptable amount to buy conference-related items for visitors.
The things in the supermarket are extremely expensive, but the prisoners have no choice. Instant noodles are the most sought after, and other foods are too expensive to buy even if they want to. Because dinner in prison is at 5 o'clock, I will be hungry at night. I will buy some instant noodles when I work late, and the rest can only be addicted to my eyes.
And every time we go to the supermarket to buy something, the invoice must be handed over to the police for inspection.
After all, prison is the best place to exercise people. When I am outside, it is hard to imagine that I can live in this environment. There are all kinds of crimes inside, and drug-related criminals have the highest rate of re-imprisonment.
For example, a girl who was in prison with me was sentenced to 1 year for 6 months. Less than a week after she was released from prison, she went to the detention center for theft. This time she was sentenced to two years, went to prison and became a cellmate with me. To ask her, "coming to this place once is like walking in hell." Why are you here again? "
She answered me, "What can I do? My family has long since abandoned me. Will I die if I don't steal? " When she talked about this, her face was calm and her eyes were cold, and there was no pain of going to jail again.
Another one, who just called a friend, was sentenced to six years. A good friend of hers asked her to call her friend B and ask her out to a place, and then she went back. Unfortunately, her good friend stabbed her friend B to death because of trivial matters, and she was sentenced as an accessory. There are really many such inexplicable cases.
Another example is a girl who graduated from Beijing Normal University. She fell in love with a married man. The man lied to her that his wife had no feelings and wanted to divorce and marry her. After being together for more than a year, she borrowed more than 200,000 yuan from the girl one after another, and didn't write a note. While the girl was dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period, love rat quietly took his wife to settle in Shanghai. When the girl found the man's residence through a friend, she saw the husband and wife kissing. I didn't know that love rat called the police as soon as he went out. The next day he called the girl and said, "The money is ready, you can take it."
When the girl and her friend arrived at the appointed place, they saw a group of policemen with live ammunition waiting for them: extortion, conclusive evidence, the girl was sentenced to 8 years and her friend was sentenced to 6 years. The girl fainted on the spot in court. After entering the prison, she tried to commit suicide several times and became the key protection object in the brigade. Everyone follows her when she goes to the toilet, and they take turns watching her when she goes to bed at night. Such people have become prisoners. Can you say she is a heinous person?
From the legal point of view, this may not be the case, but people are not vegetation, and whenever they see such prisoners, they will feel pain inexplicably.
When economic criminals first entered prison, they were more lofty. After a long time, they are no longer lofty.
Some foreigners are poor at home, and even no one has come to see them for several years. Such people will not only be bullied by prisoners, but also won't even look at the police.
My heaviest experience in it is that prison is a place insulated from respect. Why do you say that?
Many policemen in our prison were assigned here after graduation from the police academy, and some were admitted to civil servants. The quality of the latter will be lower. Students who graduated from the police academy were assigned to prisons, and after a period of internship, they began to be squad leaders, that is, responsible police officers. These policemen are all wet behind the ears and full of blood, but every day they face a group of travel-stained prisoners, and the things they have to deal with are basically: who quarrels with whom and who quarrels with. I gradually lost my original patience and began to be disappointed.
Their discipline in their work is very strict: no perm, no makeup, no nail cutting, no snacks, no cell phones brought into the prison area, etc. As long as the prisoners they bring have an accident, they will be deducted; And the output of your own team can't be lower than others; Prisoners are also better at activities in their own groups than in other groups, so there are conspiracies among the police. They can only watch prisoners when they are at work. A policeman once said to me, "You are sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment, and we are sentenced to life imprisonment."
Most policemen look down on prisoners in their bones. There is a policewoman, quite old, almost like a housewife. She has all the bad habits of women: selfish and narrow-minded, uneducated and uneducated. When a prisoner does well, she smiles. When she can't finish the work, she will scold her. What is more exasperating is that she especially despises intellectuals. As long as she knows that you have read books, she will try to insult you. The first time she spoke to me, she called me to the office. Because I am tall, a head taller than her, she even said to me:
"How did your mother make you grow so tall? Go and sit on that low stool! "
Although I have long heard that she is unreasonable, I didn't expect to be so unreasonable. But I can't refute it, because when facing the police, the police don't agree with you, and the prisoner can't talk. You can't talk until the police agree to talk.
Although I am not qualified to speak, the way I look at her must have made her feel my anger. She said to me:
"See what see? Look underground! What's so great about your college education? Or is it different from a lawsuit? No matter how great you are, you are just a prisoner now! You must listen to me! Do you understand? "
I unconsciously blurted out: "I don't think I am great at going to college." Are you reminding me that I am guilty of going to college? "
Because of this sentence, she punished me for standing in the corridor and sleeping in the wind from afternoon on the grounds of "conflict with the police"
When I stood at the penalty station, I felt a burst of tears coming into my eyes, but I held back.
Only after receiving the verdict, I cried in the detention center, and then I told myself that no matter what happened, I would rather die than let others see my tears!
Lying in bed at night, I still cry silently. My swollen legs make me feel pain when I move. I know I didn't cry because of pain, but I felt my heart was hollowed out. I always thought that everything I experienced in the detention center last year had given me enough perseverance for everything in the future, but at this moment I realized that I was not as strong as I thought.
If people in prison have no hope, their life will be very difficult. The interview day every month is the most anticipated moment for every prisoner. Locals basically receive them every month, but people from other places are unlikely. First, the travel expenses are expensive, so it is better to charge the travel expenses directly to the big account card.
There are female prisoners of all ages. The youngest 18 years old, transferred from juvie. The oldest is over 80 years old. She entered the palace twice in her thirties and stayed in her eighties. I really don't know what to think.
The interview lasted for 20 minutes. We went in batches, the first batch went in, and the second batch stood at the iron railing of the hall. Many people were red-eyed when waiting in line, and the younger ones simply cried. After entering, there are two people sitting next to each interview window, one is a prisoner and the other is a policeman. The police should record everything that prisoners and their families say. If you say something you shouldn't, it will be bad luck to go back to your cell.
Family members sit outside the interview room, separated by a hanging glass. If the family wants to send something, pass it under the glass. After strict inspection by police officers, everything sold in the prison supermarket is not allowed to be brought in and will be taken back on the spot. )
The interview scene was a terrible scene: mom and dad outside the glass wall cried and scolded:
"You silly child, how could you do such a thing?"
The people inside the glass wall cried and said:
"Sorry, sorry, mom and dad, please forgive your's daughter!"
Mothers often put their hands in from below, cursing and touching their daughters' faces. My daughter also wants to hold her mother's hand, but she can't. There are regulations in prison that we can only sit still and feel her heart pain in tears.
If they get married and have children, it will be even worse. Some female prisoners have very young children, and their families carry them to see them. The child is not sensible and keeps shouting: "Mom hugs, mom hugs." The little body desperately wants to break away from the person holding him and go to find his mother.
The inner mother really feels like a knife. The children she misses so much are in front of her eyes, but she just can't reach out and hold them in her arms. Watching them cry helplessly, some female prisoners can't control their feelings and will cry and beg the policeman sitting next to them: "Can you let me touch my child?" Some policemen are soft-hearted and will agree, and some will refuse without expression.
In this case, the family and children outside can only cry.
In our eyes, a 20-minute interview seems to be as fast as two minutes. I thought about what my family would say in the cell, but I only cried after meeting. It's time for the interview. I'll leave at once. I can't delay a minute.
Tears are relative and reluctant to go. Only this profound pain will make us feel the terrible crime and make us repent in pain.
To be continued.