They looked confused when they saw a baby-faced kid walk down the aisle in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. ” one of the marshals said, trying to crack a joke as he asked for the last four digits of my Social Security number. ’d been sent to Springfield to work in a medical prison.The place looked like a hospital, with green and white tiled floors and white walls.ne of the first inmates I treated was called Ziggy, and he was from the same neighborhood as me in D. He loved to sing, and had been part of a Go-Go band before his arrest.At 35 years old, he was dark-skinned, with his hair cropped close to his head like mine, and he weighed 230 pounds.There was also a block for inmates who needed surgery; a block for inmates with chronic and terminal conditions; and a block for inmates in the work cadre unit, meaning those who were sent to this place to work and help run the building, like me. After working there for awhile, I started to realize I was doing the majority of the nurses’ work, even though I was only supposed to assist them.On the work unit, we had all sorts of different jobs (housekeeper, medical-records clerk, dialysis attendant, and more), and I applied to be a nurse attendant, because that paid the most. I was trained by another inmate and got paid 71 cents an hour. Every time someone asked for help, they’d call for a nurse attendant.
Moll was 17 when he was taken into custody on suspicion of joyriding. It was exactly the kind of dumb thing teenagers do; but under Texas law, 17-year-olds are automatically prosecuted as adults.
When I was 16, a group of us took part in an armed carjacking, and I was tried and sentenced as an adult and sentenced to 12 years in prison. For my birthday, my mother mailed me some sneakers.
But because the District has no prisons of its own, they could send me to any federal penitentiary in the United States. I had just put them on when this guy came up, picked his nose, and wiped it on my shoe.
I had no say in my defense, no chance to explain what truly went down. Then, soon after I turned 18, I was transferred to an adult federal prison in Springfield, Missouri.
I was transferred from the facility the very next day — it felt like they’d been planning to get rid of me. On the plane to Springfield, everyone was herded together like cattle, both males and females.