[h3][center][b]Atlanta, Georgia - Atlanta Prison - Forace Knight[/b][/center][/h3]

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I didn’t do a fucking thing!!” The man protested as he was pushed aside by an officer. The man grumbled, Forace was infuriated. To think this all started just leaving to the store to get some formula for his kids. IT was as if the world was closing in on him. Four months ago his wife had been vaporized, and now he was almost hit by a cop who had to be driving drunk. He could remember it clear as day, a white woman of course.

[i] God why are you doing this to me? All I’ve ever tried to do is serve you? My family, my community, be a good person why. [/I] The youth pastor grumbled as he trudged along to the next location in his new surrounding. The air was cold, a chill he wasn’t use to. No free man was use to the coldness that was jail both temperature and the reactions you received from other people.

In the air was a tension between you the prisoner & the guards. The Us vs them mentality was stronger here then anywhere else he’d experienced. A youth pastor, and high school counselor he never thought he’d wind up in prison. Although it was true he had some wild momenets in his youth smoking marijuana in the dorms, even going as far as having a threesome on ecstacy while he was suppose to be getting ready to help his father with a sermon his junior year of college during break.

Perhaps this was his punishment. The sins of the past raising forward to ensare him in it’s loops. Still he thought back to the conversation he’d shared with the other woman in the backseat, Rayna Turner. She was the one who’d captured his police brutality experience on video. The result of her interefernce to try to document the unjustice he suffered a black man just happening to be at the wrong place, in the wrong cop’s path was punishment. 

He had two charges, one a misdemenour the other a felony. Holding his booking papers his hands were shaking. Just reading the two sentences that sealed his fate, and documented his new status in the legal system was heart breaking. Misdemenour resisting arrest, & Felony assault on an officer, Lauren Kohn. “How could this happen..why me…I’m innocent.”

“You and me both buddy, hell everyone in this room is innocent. None of us deserve to be here, fucking pigs.” A more muscular dingy man spoke. He was already sporting the jail uniform, a shade of blue that seemed very faded. The thought occurred to Forace  that these jail uniforms were the epitomy of unsanitary. Still he had on his well to do clothes, casual dress wear. He’d taken up a side gig giving advice to families who had children who were getting involved with gang activity & distribution of illegal drugs at a young age among other crimes against society.

He’d been on his way to minister or rather educate a young man who’d just been arrested with a sizable sum of MDMA crystals two weekends ago when he was wrapped up in Laura’s drama. “Man but you don’t understand I’ma pastor. I truly did nothing, she was driving erratic man. I..I was side swaped nearly slammed into by her racing by in the cruiser swerving through the streets. IT dosen’t make any sense, I’ve never been a-part of the street life or nothing of the sort not to be judgemental. “ Forace realized sitting here in intake, surrounded by criminals he’d best watch his tone and his manner of speech towards these other individuals. Although he hadn’t yet been swapped up clothing wise to the typical jail attire he knew one thing for certain. The police were not on his side, perhaps they never were. All this time he’d managed to stay out of bars was only by the grace of God, but it seemed for every black man it was only a matter of time before the word criminal was attached to their record, and not just how racist old whites described them as manner of speech.

“Shit me neither pastor” The man retorted with a snarl seemingly upset that Forace was already seeming to formulate an opinion about him. “Lemme guess bruh It’s the clothes? Well you know what all of us don’t have a whole dman church supplying us with tithes. I’m a regular ass nigga okay, got three daughtefs I’m taking care of or at least was till I got locked up in this shit hole this morning. The time shit if I know, time go slow as fuck in here every waking moment you just want it obe over. And if you unlucky enough to fall asleep, you wake up mad that you here stuck in this cold ass room feeling like you don’t belong. Name’s Benny by the way.” Benny replied as he leaned back in his chair, arms within his jump-suit to try to accomplish gathering any sort of warmth he could in this cold room.

“Okay then Benny, I’ll bite what did you do?” Forace was curious, although he felt he was special. That perhaps the others in here were truly undeserving, he thought about himself & Raynar locked away imprisoned for crimes that were hardly crimes.

Benny motioned to his jail papers and handed them to Forace causing his eyes to widen. “Yeah Obstruction of Justice, Resisting arrest & threatening a peace officer. All a bunch a bullshit, aka black man too free. I was picking up my daughter from school, found out she had cuts and bruises. I confronted the vice princinple when I found out he liked to get handsy with kids who according to him needed a extra heaping of justice. Course I heard about his parents, long history of putting their hands on black women,. I decided to see how he’d fair against the stronger side of the black species. His brother’s on APD, and well low and behold I’m here, and my daughter might end up in care. With her mother dead…she passed during the incident, driver behind here got vaporized she was driving a SUV, my wife lived on the wild side she didn’t survive on our motorcycle.” Benny paused reflecting on how his life seemed to be systematically getting destroyed.

Forace put a hand on the man, the fellow prisoners shoulder. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have judged. Seeing as what happened to me, I just grew up thinking the law was on our side if we did the right thing if we just played by the rules. But I see how wrong I am no telling how many brothers are in here suffering an atrocious fate at the legal system as a result of the actions of vindinctive hateful racist cops. “Forace spoke the last few w ords with a true bitterness in his tone.

“Yeah you’d be surprised, you can go a long time out of their hands. But after that first arrest, it’s like you start dancing with the devil more and more. More and more options start closing, your family get’s hungrier, and you get pushed. IT’s all a trap, and it makes the world, they world really go round and fucking round. IT’s they word, we just slaves in it.” Benny replied with a sense of defeat snuggling up against his chair to escape the cold air of jail.

“Yeah well no, something gotta change. Something gotta give, I’m not a rich man, but I am a liked man. I’m gonna get me out here, you too Benny. All the brothers & sistas in here without reason which I’m beginning to suspect is a lot. They messed with the wrong one today, I’m coming for them. For all of them, especially this woman Laura Kohn, I’m coming…for her.” Forace spoke with fury in his tone, determined to get out of jail, he was motivated, he was pissed. HE would stop at nothing to make sure she got hers.