My Lost Decade Podcast

Carl Battie

Self Help Mental Health, Anxiety, Depression and Mood Swings

  1. Jun 29

    My Lost Decade, Episode 23 There’s Power in Silence

    There’s Power in Silence "The strongest person in the room is rarely the loudest. It's the person who knows when to stay silent." The older I get, the more I realise that peace is one of life's greatest achievements. It isn't found by controlling other people or winning every disagreement. It's found by controlling ourselves. Prison is a dangerous place, full of people desperate to prove themselves. Every day someone wanted to show they were tougher, smarter, or more important than everyone else. Respect was often measured by who shouted the loudest or who had the last word. I used to believe that too. If someone challenged me, I felt I had to answer. If someone insulted me, I thought I had to respond. If someone tried to make me look weak, I believed I had to prove them wrong. The problem was that every argument came with a price. Sometimes it was my peace of mind. Sometimes it was my reputation. Sometimes it was my pride. It took me years to realise that not every battle deserves to be fought. One of the most important lessons I learned behind bars was that silence isn't weakness.   More often, than not, it's strength under control. There were a lot men who couldn't walk away from an argument. Their ego demanded the final word. They confused reacting with strength. The truly dangerous men were different. They didn't need to convince anyone who they were. They didn't waste energy arguing. They didn't feel threatened by another person's opinion. They simply carried themselves with quiet confidence. That lesson stayed with me long after I left prison.

  2. Apr 21

    My Lost Decade, Part 4 If you want to see the worst of humanity, go watch the shift change at any prison in America

    If you want to see the worst of humanity, go watch the shift change at any prison in America The brutal, unforgiving, dehumanizing system they call the California State Prison Life. The California Prison system is a brutal unforgiving environment, the whole system is designed to dehumanize you, turn you into an animal.  That way they, the system ensures that most of the inmates return because they can’t adapt to life outside of prison. The yards are run by gangs, not the guards.  Which gang depends on the race that has the largest numbers, it’s as simple as that.  It’s a subculture controlled by brawn not brains.  The level of violence must be seen to be believed.  Life is cheap, it doesn’t take much to be put on a hit list.  Most of the violence is over drug and gambling debts but it could be as simple as looking at the wrong person the wrong way.  The control system is called “Politics”, but the truth is it’s nothing more than racism.  It’s done to keep the gangs at each other’s throats.    There aren’t enough guards to completely control the inmates.  It’s in their best interest to make sure the gangs are busy worrying about the other gangs.  They the guards, would work hard to promote the race riots.  They could then clear out the inmates they couldn’t control, plus of course the mandatory lockdown which could last for weeks, no movement whatsoever, no yard, no visits.  That allowed the guards to spend all their shift in their little office watching porno videos on the internet.   Being a prison guard is a lazy man’s job, I have heard it said many times by civilian prison staff, “if you want to see the worst of humanity, go watch the shift change at any prison” and they weren’t wrong.  The whole justice system in America is nothing more than warehousing men for profit, it’s a business worth billions of dollars. It has nothing to do with rehabilitation, that is just a euphemism used to generate more money for doing absolutely nothing.  It’s jobs for the boys; most would find it very difficult to secure work doing anything else.  A great many of them would never be able to hold down a greeter’s job at Walmart.  The level of education was unbelievably low; many would use inmates to read out the names on the mail because they couldn’t do it themselves. The only difference between the guards and the inmates is that they have badges.  I would think to myself, I have somewhere around 10 years to do, but those fools have life, what a way to live.

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