August 21, 2023

I signed up to speak with a mentor. Mentor? Prison coach? Further down the institutionalized rabbit hole. I speak with him about not getting the "tutoring position." Like, they didn't test me or anything. First, he tells me he knows other people applied so they probably lied to encourage me to apply. Second, he explains that my fear about a major violation at Dodge was preventing me from getting a job is probably true. He says that customarily major tickets bar inmates from work and programs for a year, but solicitation, specifically, counts against you for three years. So, that's what they did at Dodge. Branded, the Scarlet Letter, they deprived of positive or productive time for years. I knew something was bogus but not just an honest miscommunication. The librarian had said I asked her to message me at County Jail, but I didn't know about the Ozaukee Warrant until the morning of my disciplinary hearing. If I remember correctly, that was twelve days later. The only way she could pretend I said anything about county jail is if she was apprised of it before the alleged incident which means it was intentionally and purposefully orchestrated. It isn't just a coincidence that she positioned herself in my housing unit for an encounter. The devil is in the details and ugly librarian's smile isn't the only crooked thing about her.