Cardez, Leo



MIND-FUCK I want you to travel with me to a prison knew simply as: Savage-ville. It is a massive concrete and iron huran warehouse encompassed by 40 foot walls. Its sub-human conditions often starring on Nat Geo's, "World's Worst Prisons." Notice the despair and fear floating in the sad dead eyes of row after row of caged young black men. Join me as we attenpt to navigate this shadow community. Nav you are among then as a recently convicted felon unready to serve a sentence of at least 25 years — super max prisons only house inmates with at least 25 years to serve — most will never leave. As a middle-aged, middle-class, educated white man you don't yet comprehend the gang- controlled heirarchy or convict code. You have neither any social nor cultural connection to the majority of your fellow convicts beyond being of the same human race. You have been behind your steel door for several days. You have paced your four feet of space in your gray, austere, concrete box just like the thousands before you. Suffered indignities perpetuated by the guards tasked with your protection. Fought against the mind games by the predators seeking prey. Choked down 3 insipid meals a day, slipped through a hole in your cell door like an animal. Endured freezing five minute showers in rust stained, mold infested cages once a week. Anxiously talked on the phene to estranged loved ones on your allotted ten minutes a week; they have so many questions...you have few answers. As night comes you bqgin to realize you're falling deeper into the well. Every day the light becoming dimmer. You ponder the easy way out. The ccward's solution, you know, but even a rock turns to dust with enough tine and pressure. Then you hear someone rapping a deep lyrical rhythm. It cones every night after lights out, over and ever. You think you are going crazy from fear and stress. You wonder if everyone can hear it? You think, hew can anyone, rake music in this place? And, why? You lie in the void and ponder until ycur anxiety-ridden exhaustion overtakes you. Then the count lights flicker, the clickity- clack of the food cart returns, and you open your eyes. Your nightmares are no match for your naw reality. I went to Savage-ville for a crime as far away from me as suicide, something I could never imagine myself ever committing. I have always maintained that crimes against woman even God would not forgive. And yet, here I rot, among other weak men who didn't have the power to say no to their addictions and demons. Prison was a mind-fuck. I had to learn a new code of living and even a whole new language. Everything intrigued me, especially the late night rap sessions. It took me several days to decipher the lyrics, months to truly understand their meaning. They were narrative sages of lives from a street culture I really didn't knew. These rap sessions were common on their streets, every day aspiring rap artists are making Youtube music videos in the hopes of attaining seme local celebrity. Rapping is a part of the young, gang sub-culture out on the streets which carried over to their nightly sessions. These were their stories of the game of life on the hustle — of pain and dreams. It was their version of currant history and a reflection of their truths. It is how they carry and hold onto their culture. It was my first real awareness of how different cultures can coexist so closely and yet be world's apart. We all grow up with music and rap is mainstream now, but do we ever think about its historical and cultural importance? Its ability to bridge gaps or about how it connects us? Prison tine is a type of death — dead yet unburied, or are we buried yet undead? — yet, these raps live on passed from, one imate to another, from one generation to another carried with as much care as any precious memory we hold dear. These are more than just music. They are the soul, prayers, and history of a marginalized people struggling to be heard. I hear you. By Leo Cardez

Author: Cardez, Leo

Author Location: Illinois

Date: June 7, 2021

Genre: Essay

Extent: 1 pages

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